And She Should Be Dead.

Chapter 3

"You did WHAT?!?" Dekona roared his contorted limbs swiping at Wilson as he tried to explain.
"I'm sorry sir! I-I just couldn't kill her," Wilson looked down knowing his sympathy wouldn't be understood by the creature who was the living version of evil and cruelty.
"And why not?" Dekona grit his teeth trying to remain even slightly calm, "Are you telling me you are no longer capable of doing you job Wilson?"
"N-No, well I mean technically yes b-but!"
"Dekona leave Wilson be," Láva interjected into their conversation as the beautiful woman entered the room, "He's done nothing wrong."
"What do you know woman?" He snapped at her, and immediately received a swift punch to the closest thing to a face the creature had.
"Silence Dekona," Láva hissed. At first glance you'd assume Dekona would over power Láva with ease, he was much bigger than her and Láva was elegant and dainty, not very well built for fighting, but Wilson worked for them both for centuries and knew Dekona didn't stand a chance against her and if they weren't married she'd probably have him locked in a cage somewhere, "It's only one human."
"But Láva he-"
"No buts! Wilson, why didn't you kill her?" Láva asked surprisingly calmly.
"I just couldn't, not her, I don't understand why. She was just so little and scared."
"It's ok Wilson," Láva added before hugging him, "It's perfectly fine, just watch her and make sure she doesn't get into anymore trouble than she's worth."
"You want me to babysit her? I mean I don't object to being with her, but I mean I've got people to kill," to further his point Wilson swished his scythe in a small line in front of himself before Láva countered his point.
"You usually have a least some time to yourself, at least an hour or so, I mean you don't kill everyone on the earth, hell you don't even cover half the US."
"But that's my personal time," Wilson complained.
"She's yours since you offed her parents and not her, so now it's Wilson and Lyra time, besides she'll die in a century or so anyway."
"Ok Láva," Wilson grumbled discontent at losing the small amount of time he had alone.
"Oh and Wilson dear?" Láva chimed.
"Yes Láva?"
"Give this to Lyra when you see her," Láva placed a golden locket into Wilson's hand, the one Lyra's mom died in and Wilson contemplated how Láva even got it before Láva shooed him out and he returned to the orphanage.