•HIERARCHY OF SOULS•

Young Soul Part 1

-------1 year ago---------
Place: RUSSIA
Task: Cut loose
Appointed to: Jakal
File #: 201,356
Date of Death: vi.x.xvi
------- PLATINUM SIGN. -------------

He looked through the rest of the files about the 'soon to be dead' target like breezing through a comic book; boringly skipping the pages. However after seeing it was a 'cut loose' assigned for him to do, he couldn't help but flinch because all Platinums know that he hated these types of tasks and so has never been appointed one.

Unable to control his growing rage,"Guards." His husky voice snaps fiercely as horrible past images uninvitedly flash through his head. The ten silver guards immediately turn to attention, all with straight, unchanged faces with a touch of fright.

The Jakal slightly smiled at the response to his power but it went away as quickly as it came.

"Leave." They all exit briskly and the room's ambience stood still with anger and quietness clouding his mind. Most of all: scared. Him. The Jakal felt coward and scared and that made his blood boil even more than usual. Even though it was a glimpse second. Being scared is not something that describes Démon Drax and his Mä.

Could two simple words on a piece of paper cause such feelings, in such a powerful being?

His body filled with numbness and his hands trembled with the file paper, not being able to hold it up any longer and release it onto the white desk. His veins stuck out at how hard his hands were clenched. His heart rate sped up and his jaw bone expanded.

"Who dares to joke with me? Like this!"
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"He's in there? Alone?!" He pushed past the body guards and burst through the door with his chest moving in and out.
"Démon!" Jakson says concerned but not panicking like how he was on the other side of the door. He was relaxed.

The Jakal ran his hand swiftly across the desk as the papers scatter. One landed at Jakson's black dress shoes. His eyes scanned the sheet and seeing 'cut loose', he understood the situation.

"Which Platinum signed this?"

"The devil herself."

"Your mothe-"

"Don't. A woman like that doesn't deserve such a title." He spat out. He hasn't learned to control his rage yet.

"Well, then i'll go and complete this task. I'll gather up a couple men and-" but Jakson was cut short again.

"No. I'm going to Russia. Alone. If I see any of my men doing my job, I will personally end them." The Jakal strictly snapped back standing his ground. 

It was his first death threat and the beginning of a new Jakal.

Jakson, the gold, noticed the quick reaction of his Jakal as he entangled his eyebrows knowing this mission was something different.

Jakson's expression changed from the Jakal's best friend to his Gold position; standing straight as he nodded his head to respond. But his eyes where still concerned and worried about why Russia is this important to not let even his Gold go with him.

It sat uneasy with the Gold knowing full well that any task that is for the Jakal was also to be sent to him. Considering his lifeline depended on his Jakal's not only survival but success.

-ill protect you from the outside, my leader.- the gold promised himself.

THE NEXT DAY--------