Hell's Personal Assassin: Book 1

Chapter 33 (continued)

I recently started getting hate on how I'm taking very long to update, and even though there aren't many I did delete every hate comment FYI, in case those people though they would get fame off of their comments.

And here are a couple things I need you guys to know.
- I love you guys more than I love food (which is not easy to pass)
- I never have time to write the book, bare with my grammar and spelling errors
- I (like you guys) have a life. And that life sadly doesn't always give me time to write
- people's hate does effect me harshly and if it continues I will resort to blocking the users who post hate on me and/or others
- sorry about late updates, and if you forget things just ask in the comments. I'm sure me or someone else will jog ur memory
Ps. U could also always reread the book ;) lol

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"Everyone will fall. All will perish. Brother against brother," I said without thinking, images dashing before my eyes faster than I could comprehend. I couldn't stop myself; I started to hyperventilate. "Life will be robbed. Death will be inevitable. Sorrows will grow. All will be lost," I spewed out, my voice sounding to me like it was echoing on the walls.

I don't know what came over me and how I managed to do it with how weak my body was, but somehow I stiffened and jerked Ariel and I to a stop. Ariel looked over to me with surprise, but my brain couldn't process anything besides what I was saying.

"Ariel," I whispered, feeling my head swell and everything around me start to visibly light up brighter and brighter. I grabbed a hold of his shoulder and started to sob, my other hand clasped against my mouth as even more images flashed in my head.

Why was I seeing these things? What was happening to me? Why was I this emotional? What were these images showing me?

Actually, that was a stupid question. I knew what they were showing me.

"War," I choked out, making Ariel shake his head.

"Michelle it's all going to be fine. I'll keep you saf-"

"No, Ariel," I whispered, letting go of his cheek. I looked at him straight in the eyes, trying to focus on only him as I said this. "It's going to hurt everyone. No one will be. It's going to start because of me. It'll all get worse because of me. Blood will be spilt and people will get hurt. And I will have to make a choice.

"That's the prophecy," I said after a while of us just staring at each other with hesitance. I remembered what happened in my room when I was with Samael and my parents rambled about a prophecy having to be fulfilled, or something like that.

That's was was happening. It would happen no matter what. I just didn't know when.

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"Michelle. Tell us exactly what you saw," Cassiel said slowly, leaning a little bit more towards me as everyone got situated.

I looked around the white room nervously, back on the white bed that I always somehow end up sitting in whenever we have meetings in their house.

Ariel was sitting right next to me, his arm wrapped around me and my head in his chest. I didn't want him leaving my side after that episode in the hallways of the school, no matter what. I didn't know if, when, or how that will happen again. But I know for sure that if it happens and he's not there I will literally go out of my fucking mind.

Iaoel stood in the corner by the wall with a seriously confused look on his face. I heard him whisper when Cassiel and him were just outside the door as they were coming back from school that he never got any visions of that prophecy, which is not normal or supposed to happen. I would imagine how weird this must be for him now, to be the one listening instead of saying what happened.

Belial was sitting on the floor with legs folded and hands clasped. The look of concentration on his face stating he wanted to make sure he heard everything I said.

Rahab was lying on his back under the windows, arms behind his head and knees bent slightly with eyes trained on the ceiling. No emotion on his face.

Samael was uncloaked and unmasked, in the farthest corner of the room- a shadow coming almost out of nowhere as if it was protecting him.

And Cassiel, of coarse, was in a chair, right in front of me, with eyes not leaving mine for even a second.

"I remember seeing..." I said awkwardly as I looked over slowly to Iaoel, a lump in my throat.

"Go ahead," he mouthed awkwardly, making me purse my lips and look away.

"A... Guy," I said with furrowed eyebrows as I tried to remember. At this point I ironically finally caught Samael's attention. I could feel Ariel stiffen up, but still not tighten his grip on me, which I was grateful for.

"What did he look like?" Cassiel asked slowly, leaning his elbows onto his knees.

"I don't... I don't remember," I coughed out, my throat starting to feel sore. "I just remember he was lifeless and covered in black ink."