Our Bloody Girls (Sequel to The Killer's Girl)

Chapter 19- A Visitor

Jazz's P.O.V.

A man with jet black hair, piercing red eyes, and a suit walked in. His smirk was tinged with darkness. His gaze was right on me. He must've at least been six feet tall. Odd symbols ran up and down both of his arms. Two large, spiky horns protruded out of the sides of his head.

"Zalgo..." murmured my father.

"Hello, Jeffrey. BENJAMIN. Slender Man. Eyeless Jackson. Proxies. Luna. Opal. Liu..." He paused for a minute, looking directly into my soul with the blood red gaze of his.

"Jazz." his voice made my heart skip a beat. I'm not sure if it was because of how intimidating and peculiar he was, or that somewhere in those two, dark, inhuman eyes, I saw something indescribable.

"I came here to give my condolences for Mrs. Phillips, Iris. I deeply apologize for your loss, she's an amazing woman. Thankfully, she'll be back in a year." He patted my father's shoulder, then turned to me.

"I was told about that splendid little fight of yours, Little Missy. Quite impressive for a mere girl."

I nodded slowly, taking in every detail of this odd man's body. His presence felt cold and unsettling, but he didn't seem to mean any harm to us. There was a tone in his voice that told me that somehow, he was on our side. The look in his eyes that I'd previously seen didn't hurt very much, either.

"You have serious potential. I really think I'd develop that killer's instinct. Hopefully, someday I could see it in action."

He slowly staggered over to me, looked deeply into my eyes, reading my soul and thoughts like a novel. This man was very smart, very powerful, and very handsome.

"What do you want, Zalgo?" asked my father in an annoyed tone. Sheesh, he sounded pretty disrespectful to someone who was apparently his God. I would be watching my tone around Zalgo.

"Watch your tongue, Jeffrey." he hissed. "I've done many favors for you, I think I've earned some respect. If not, I can always undo these favors." My father nodded slowly.

He turned back to me, one hand gripping a horn, the other on his side. Turning back to me with a charming smile, his eyes seemed to glow with fascination.

"I just want to show you my admiration for this child's skill. She truly has taken after you." he pointed out.

"I'll just have to keep my eye on you, Little Missy. But for now, I only Gove my praise. It isn't often a child such as yourself, a girl of mere thirteen, kills an adult. Much less an immortal adult. Not to mention there was a finesse to it. A touch of something indescribable."  Zalgo remarked.

"Jeez, man, you talk like killing is art or something." interrupted Liu, who I was tempted to pound for simply stopping this unearthly man.

"Killing is an art, it's my art." remarked Zalgo in a haunting voice.

With that, he nodded.

"I believe it's about time I go back to my humble palace in the underworld. I hope we meet again, Jazz." He bowed his head and turned swiftly around, shutting the door and leaving in absolute, pure, dead silence.