Fate

Chapter Eleven

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Word Count: 1959

~Zayla

"Are you out of your mind?"

We are hardly out of the room, but I don't care. I assume everyone else in that room knows Fate is completely crazy, and not only because he has practically sacrificed me to the same person who the immortal Sinful is scared of, but because of everything else he has done in his life that I don't yet know about.

And after this mission, I probably will never be able to learn about him. Not that it bothers me all that much. I'm meeting someone who is apparently the epitome of wrath. I can hardly imagine what someone like that is like.

"You really doubt that I know what I'm doing?" he questions, as if that's the most ridiculous thing to come out of our conversation.

"Yes I doubt you," I snap. "I am not meeting her."

Fate looks down at me as we walk, shaking his head slightly with a knowing smirk on his face. He may not know it yet, but I'm not here to do his dirty work, because he's too afraid of Sinful's sister. Doesn't he think he's but myself and my family through enough in his life? As far as I know, he could have killed my mother, which lead to my father's death.

"You haven't asked me why I'm sending you yet," Fate muses, shouldering a door open to the left of us. I follow him - only because I would rather not be left with the rest of the immortals.

I curse softly under my breath. "I really can't imagine why you would think your excuses would make any sense to me."

"Well I was correct in there when I said you had been training your whole life for a moment like this? Ira isn't just a normal immortal, but I'm sure you can truly test out your training on a perfect subject. I would love to witness your attempts, however, it seems it will be just you and Sinful for this one," Fate say.

I stare at him, mouth slightly agape.

"Do you even hear yourself right now? She's not a normal immortal, which means whatever I thought I trained for is probably useless," I say, feeling frustration bubble up from my stomach to my chest. My training was focused on Fate, which means getting close to him over time before I make my first move.

I have one conversation with this Ira, if even that. How am I supposed to put my training into play like that? And with Sinful? I'm surely dead.

But of course, Fate couldn't care less. I feel as though he's using me to test boundaries he wouldn't usually take.

"I think it will do you good to experience other immortals, if if Ira is directly a real immortal. If you doubt your abilities, I will ensure Sinful looks after you," Fate muses, as if that would give me great comfort. "I have a few things on him, so I'm sure he would be happy to oblige.

"You tricky immortals," I grumble, "having to manipulate each other into doing something nice."

Fate chuckles, clearly agreeing, even as he says, "not all immortals are bad."

I don't reply. I'm not here to hate every immortal I come across, but I have to be careful of who I trust. One of them killed my family, and since I'm not sure which immortal did that, I will continue to be speculative of everyone I come across. This means I won't be trusting Sinful to save my life if his sister decides she doesn't like me.