Hell's Personal Assassin: Book 1

Chapter 34

"That can't be everything that you remember," Iaoel said quietly. I could sense a stiffness in his tone of voice.

"That's the only thing I can clearly remember," I said nervously, hands shaking.

"It's okay, Michelle, calm down," Ariel said soothingly, holding my hands gently. His grip made my hands surprisingly stop shaking, my whole body relaxed from his touch. "Just relax and try to detail things, okay? What did the ink look like? Did it have texture? Have you seen it before? Who do you think the guy was? Even the hair color can be helpful," he said softly as he wrapped his arms around me. I leaned back into his touch, earning a fierce glare from Samael.

With a sad sigh I looked down at my feet and closed my eyes. "He had... Brown hair," I said quietly, an image of the boy in my mind. "There's blood everywhere..." I added, my throat straining as I spoke. "I've... I've seen the black ink b-... Before," I whispered, opening my eyes and slowly looking over to Samael in horror. "We've both seen it."

At that point everyone stilled and looked over to Samael, you could hear crickets from how quiet it was.

"The hell do you guys want?" Samael muttered, completely avoiding eye-contact.

"What was it?" Cassiel asked, standing up quickly and walking towards a stack of books in the corner of the room.

"I don't know... I've never seen it before then," he replied, gaze fixed on the floor in front of him.

"It was weird," I said quietly, furrowing my eyebrows as I remembered doing little experiments with it the first time I saw it. "It... Basically killed a stick... It completely disintegrated it."

"What?" Rahab chuckled looking over to me. "What did you do to find that out?" Rahab asked, smirk on his face. "Were you p-"

"Shut the fuck up," Belial snapped, eyes flaring. "She's under enough stress as is. She doesn't need to hear your perverted shit constantly."

"Belial, maybe you should shove that same stick up your a-"

"That's enough," Cassiel stated, sounding like an irritated father of two arguing kids as he flipped through pages of a book. "We don't need the arguing right now."

"Oh, come on," Rahab said playfully, a mischievous grin on his face. "Just a little bit of fun? I'm starving!"

"Then starve," I exploded, my voice feeling like it echoed off walls, body stiff to the touch.

When everyone looked at me I could see they all got a little scared. Even Ariel hesitated to hold me.

"Why are you staring?" I asked just as Rahab snuck a quick picture of me on his phone. "Why'd you take a picture of me?

"Answer me!" I demanded after hearing nothing but my own voice echo in my head for what felt like hours.

"Your, um, eyes..." Samael said, sounding uncomfortable as he stood up and walked over to me. "They shredded the contacts you had."

"What?" I blurted out, looking around for a mirror. I saw a phone sailing towards me out of the corner of my eye, catching it just before it could hit my face.

I went to his photo gallery and quickly found my picture. And yes, it was true. Little shards of brown were on he rims of my eyes, but everything else was either red or blue.