Tribulation

Chapter 3: The Final Desicion

Isaac walked through the door to Jackson's office. Jackson looked up from his book. "Anythin' new?" Jackson asked. Isaac sat down in the chair adjacent Jackson.

"You could say that." He replied.

Jackson raised his eyebrows. "How so?" He asked.

"Well, she's a greater demon... and she wants me to kill another demon," Isaac explained.

Jackson looked puzzled. "Which demon?" He asked.

"Well, The demon... Abaddon." Isaac said.

Jackson's eyes widened. "Come again?"

"Yes, Jackson, she wants me to kill Abaddon." Isaac said smartly. Jackson sat back in his large chair. 'Fitting,' Isaac thought.

"Well what do you think?" Jackson asked.

"I don't know..." Isaac said cautiously.

"Well, if you want my opinion. I'd say you go for the son of a bitch! It's a shot at the King of Hell, am I right? Setting back the entire world to how it was, before the arrogant bastard screwed everything over." Jackson said with enthusiasm.

Isaac looked out the tall window in thought. "Yeah, I guess so. The only problem is that she wouldn't say why she wants him dead." Isaac told him deep in thought.

"Gain power maybe? Demons are lying, deceptive, little bastards maybe she wants in and him out!" Jackson replied cutting through his train of thought.

"You're saying I go for it? You realize there'll be less protection around here right? No one's strong enough to take out a demon alone... other than you of course," Isaac argued.

"We'll be fine, beside it's for a good cause." Jackson stated.

Isaac thought for a moment. "Alright I'll do it."

Jackson beamed "Good! Now, I assume the demon bitch knows where to find him?" He said.

"Most likely... she's a greater demon, after all," Isaac said, leaving Jackson's office.

Isaac followed the hall back down to the chamber. The door squeaked open leading into Sarkany's chamber.

"Hey there pretty-boy," Sarkany smirked. Isaac glared at her. "So..you decided yet? After all I'm getting lonely down--"

Isaac cut her off "I'll do it," He said.

Sarkany looked surprised. "Really? No interrogating? Just a little tease and it's over. Well, you're easier than I thought."

Isaac got face to face with her. "Listen to me now. I'm saying this one time and one time only. You take me to Abaddon, I kill him and you get your black-eyed ass back downstairs, got it? No bullshit. I even so much as suspect you're gonna screw me over, and my sword will be through your gut." He whispered gruffly.

"Kinky. But you have my word, no screwing around...well depends on the kind of screwing." She winked at him.

Isaac stepped back. He reached up and unlocked her ankles, then unhooked her wrists. "Just when I was starting to get turned on." She giggles.

"Shut up." He growled back.

"Oh you know you enjoyed seeing me tied up there." She sneered.

"Move." He commanded.

Sarkany giggled. "Strong, mysterious, sexy and bossy, I like you."

Isaac grabbed her arm. "Move!" He grumbled. She chose not to remark and started walking. Down the hall Isaac lead Sarkany who was still cuffed to the war room. The people in the hallway looked at Sarkany with eyes full of fear. Sarkany soaked up the publicity throwing a snarl at people hear and there. Everytime she lunged at someone Isaac pulled her correct and pushed harder on her back. The usually noisy hallways were as silent as a graveyard.