Satan's Assassin

:Chapter 32:

:Isabella:

"That was a lot of rogues." Derik said. "Plus the way Ferrell scared them away." Derik said throwing his shotgun over his shoulder. I smirked at that but then remembered. "I kissed Dalton." I said quietly getting into Derik's white Mustang. "What?" Derik said dropping his shotgun.

Putting on my seatbelt I sighed. "I know, but he was trying to look at the letter." I said. Derik got in and put his hand on his chin. "I always thought you were a lesbian." Derik said starting the car and driving away. "Why does everyone think that?" I asked. "Your harsh and violent to guys." Derik said. "Point taken." I muttered.

"So what's the letter say?" Derik asked. I reached into my denim jacket and pulled it out. "Dear Isabella, you probably don't know who I am, but I know who you are. Satan's vessel. I'd make my day if you'd set a date for us one 11-12-15 at The Nightfall Stadium, or I'll kill everything that ever mattered to you, starting with Dalton, sincerely Gavial." I said.

Derik was ridged as we pulled up to my house. "Who's Gavial?" Derik asked. "I don't know but we're about to find out." I said opening the door and bolting to my house. Derik slammed the door shut behind him as we hurried to the kitchen. "Satanás." I said the pentagram on my hand lighting up blue.

Satan appeared eating a chocolate cupcake. "Yes Isabella." Satan said as chocolate frosting got on his cheek. I will not lick it off this time. I showed him the letter. "Who's Gavial?" I asked. Satan sighed but sat down in a chair. "I was hoping you'd never ask that." Satan started. "Gavial is an ancient hellhound, he thinks if your not a demon, your trash." Satan said. Derik swallowed. "I'm the demon king, what I say go's, if he gets you he has an advantage." Satan said.

I stood up anger in my eyes. "I'm going to meet him and mark my words Satan, I'm sending him back to hell." I said, blue fire starting to appear throughout the kitchen. "Your more powerful than I thought." Satan whispered. Derik seemed scared for some reason. Satan then burst into flames and disappeared.

"What?" I asked Derik. "T-The bottom of your eyes turned r-red." Derik stuttered out. My eyes widened. The only thing my eyes do are turn are a more vibrant blue, not red. I nodded, slightly scared. "I can't wait to finish this job, then we don't have to go to school." Derik said with a groan. "Praise that." I said.

"Can I tell you something personal?" Derik asked. Blood ran to my cheeks. If you say you like me, I'm going live in hell and forget boys and become a lesbian and date Lilith. "Shoot." I said. "Kayla marked me." Derik said. The glass I was holding dropped and shattered. "Y-Your her mate." I stuttered shocked.

"I know, a hunter and a werewolf, what was Artemis on crack when she was pairing us?" Derik asked frustrated. I grabbed Derik's head. "Calm the fuck down." I said. Derik nodded and sat back down. "We'll figure this out." I said.

"What about you and Dalton?" Derik asked. I looked at him confused. "There's nothing going on between us." I said. "Dalton didn't tell you?" Derik asked. "Tell me what?" I asked suddenly intrigued. "Nothing." Derik asked. I rolled my eyes and punched his arms.

"So what you gonna do?" I asked. "I don't know, I feel like something within me was awoken when she marked me." Derik said. I raised an eyebrow at that. "Do you remember anything now?" I asked. "One thing." Derik said. I nodded, very eager. "A Redwolf." Derik said.

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"Ok so we have created a good protection plan for you." Mr. Scary Wolf who's name was actually Storm Knight. Guess we do live in a small world. Storm pushed aside his ginger bangs and looked me down. "Have I ever met you before?" I asked. Storm shook his head. He reminded me of my brother Ryne. "How old are you?" I asked. "37." Storm answered. Cross him off of being my brother. Plus the fact that he's a werewolf.