Fallen Angel

4

It was a couple of hours before Dzere came back. I was passed out from exhaustion and pain. He must've healed my leg because when he forced me to wake up, I was no longer in pain.

"Human, I have a mission for you," Dzere says with a smug grin. I frowned. When demons say they have a mission, they're usually referring to a difficult task that can entertain them by watching someone else fail trying to complete it. "Get up and follow me."

I move slowly, getting use to being able to move freely again. I stand and follow him out of the room. What I saw when we left the room made me wish that I hadn't left.

The little boy, the same little boy that had watched his father be murdered only a couple of days earlier, was hanging by his arms and legs. The skin on the poor boys chest had been flayed and the muscles peeled cleanly back, away from the bones. His eyes were glistened over with death as mine filled with tears.

"I'm so sorry," I whispered to his small corpse as we walked by. He didn't deserve to die, he was too young and innocent. Nobody deserved to die before their due date. Dzere, hearing me whisper as we passed the corpse, smirks.

"You think that saying sorry is going to bring him back to life?" He shakes his head and laughs. "You humans really are truly pathetic. Especially that boy. He only lasted five minutes of torturing before his heart gave out. He was no fun whatsoever." Dzere turns left down another small hallway. I reluctantly follow him.

Multiple screams come from several closed doors, followed by uncontrollable laughter as we passed them, causing me to cringe. Finally, after what seemed like several hours, but was only about a couple of minutes, we arrived at a small office area. He motions for me to sit down. I did.

"Listen," Dzere begins, digging around behind a desk looking for something. "Your task is a very simple one surprisingly." He holds up a pure black envelope. "You are to deliver this letter to Levi in Chicago. Do not open it and definitely do not try to read it, because it is written in a language only demons know. You will also be wearing this," he holds up something that looked like a...

"A dog collar?!" I said, staring in disbelief. Dzere sighs, setting the letter and the dog collar down. In one quick and swift motion, he backhands me. I wince at the pain and my vision blurring a little bit before coming back into focus.

"Manners," he warns. "Don't interrupt me while I am speaking. And for your information, this isn't a dog collar, this is a tracking device."

The collar flies through the air and lands in his hand. Before I could protest, Dzere had already put it on me.

"Don't try to take it off because you will get zapped. Do you have any questions?" I remain silent. "Good." He hands the envelope to me. "When you get to Chicago, you'll know where he is staying, trust me."

"Trust? A demon like you?" I mutter, earning me a second slap to the face.

"Must I teach you some manners?" I shake my head very fast. "I would hope not," Dzere responds, letting out another sigh. "You humans ask for it sometimes, I swear." He yanks me to my feet. "I will show you the way out and from there, you are on your own. Got it?" I nod. "Good, now let's go."