Never Ending

Never Ending (Loving You #2)

I'm a killer and I love you.

My name is Ash. I'm what you people call an assassin. I'm hired to kill and I've been doing this for centuries. I don't age and I don't die from physical injuries. This is because, I'm working for a demon.

I'm under a contract with a demon. I kill people for him in exchange for a single wish. I can't exactly remember what I wished for back then. It must have been important, for me to sacrifice my soul but not important enough to remember after several centuries.

The rules are clear. Kill a certain number of people and you'll be given your soul back. Refuse to kill and you'll be sent to a hell for a century long torture before killing you and you're target will be assigned to another. There is no escape.

I've actually tried a few tricks to escape my faith but was caught every single time. But to my defense, my escapes usually lasted for a century. They don't kill you if you're caught, just punished. And the punishment is not pretty, you don't wanna know. Let's just say it involves a lot of flesh cutting and blood spewing. I may not die, but its still painful.

There really is no escape, as long as he has your soul, it serves as a tracker, a 24/7 surveillance. And there is no way to get it back. You have to go to hell, for you to claim your soul. And to go to hell, you have to die. And you can't die as long as your soul is separated from your body. So it's not possible to forcibly claim it. It's pretty complicated but one thing is clear. There is no escape. Believe me, for I have tried for centuries.

I just finished my kill for the day. A few hundred more and I'll be free. Free to live the rest of my life as a normal human, not bound to kill.

I was by the door, looking at the young man I just killed. Blood dripping from the slit on his throat and other cuts on his body. This one put up quite a fight, he was 6'7 with bulging muscles and very strong for a normal human. Even stronger than some of the assassins.

I look around the room and saw it was covered in blood. Every furniture, stained with blood. Ugh. I made a mess of this place. I'm not usually this messy, I prefer killing my targets with a single slash on the throat. Clean and fast. It's because of that stupid demon making us kill with knives instead of guns. Guns would have made this job easier. But the demon enjoys a good messy kill, so he wants his assassins to use knives.

I look one last time at the guy I just killed and prayed for his soul. An assassin praying for his targets soul. Ridiculous.

I never enjoyed killing, never have, never will. There are some things you just can't get used to, killing is one of them. I still feel disgusted every time my knives meets flesh, but I have long since learned to control my expressions, so it wont show. I'd hate to give that demon another thing to enjoy.

I took out a small bottle and filled it with the young man's blood. Then, I washed the blood off my knife and left the guy's apartment. Some people will come later to clean the place.

When I was outside, I immediately felt comfortable. I lost myself in the stars and the night sky and for a moment is able to forget the thing I just did. I look up at the moon and enjoyed the silence. Ahh, I love the night.

I decided to have a walk around the city before I go back to the hideout. To try to escape my reality for a few minutes.

I reached the park, it was empty which is to be expected since its after midnight. Then suddenly my vision was filled with pink. It was raining pink. Up ahead, I saw a tree tunnel made out of cherryblossoms. I walked through it. The view was magnificent, with the flowers and trees which appears to glow under the full moon, with the falling cherryblossom leaves and fireflies flying around. There was a fountain at the end of the tunnel which was framed by the trees.