Glass Arrow Rewritten

Prologue

             "The Western front, huh?" Averin snickered rubbing his lip as he stared off in thought. "I'll be leading teams three, six, and eight in the forefront," He mumbled my gaze burning into him at that statement. He fucking better not. "Lilith!" He grinned wickedly, looking over his shoulder at me while I stared into his very soul promising it a horrid and cursed afterlife in blazen. "You do it,"

         "Do I get any squads?" I asked narrowing my eyes at him, a sinister mischief in his eyes.

        "You'll be fine-" My hand had shot out before he could even finish it, the tent tensing in and instead as his head shot forward at the force, his palms slamming into the table and sizzling. Taking a deep breath he slowly opened his eyes while I remained unmoving, my brows raised in surprise at both my actions and his self-restraint. "... Three seconds, give a reason," He laughed dangerously, shocking his entourage.

         "For what you're going to say next," I didn't waver, if I was on the western front, alone, while the valley was vacant then there was only one reason why that would be. Would I have whacked anyone else? I don't think so, do I regret it? No. In fact, I wish I had hit him harder.

          "... Lilith will also be taking the valley," he hummed slowly leaning back in his chair. Fucking asshole. He knew I hadn't been to war yet and is still going to treat me like that. "Lilith?" He shot me a firm glance leaving me to roll my eyes.

        "Sir, yes sir," I gave a mocking bow, earning a flick to the forehead. My brow twitched at the action but no words left my mouth. It was as if he really wanted me dead. Sighing I stared at the ceiling as objections slid in. I couldn't be in two places at once.