Devil's Hymn

"The Demons , that's us, and the Angels , the "good ones", have been at war for fifty years and you are the next line in the war. Remember the objective. Find their King and kill him maliciously."
I'm scared. If I fail then I die. If an angel succeeds then I die. So if I fail in anyway, I die. I already have a strategy. Us demons just kill and don't ask. My strategy kill the Angel but, ask them where their King is before they die.
"Ok recruits give me your best shot!" I throw all 50 knives into the target. 5 miss and 4 of them miss the bullseye. "Tomorrow the special ops group will be chosen, now get out of my sight!"
Let me tell you a little about myself. Names Jersey Artisan. 5'6", dark, dark brown eyes, black hair as dark as midnight. Assassin type. When we are recruited we get roles and I got the role that dies that dies the most. Yay.
Special ops. The elite team picked after 4 years of training. Announcing teams tomorrow. There's gonna be a rule change for the roles. Oh yeah the roles. 2 of every role is chosen except assassin with choosing only 1. Roles are offense, defense, medic, tanker, and me the assassin.
My best friend, Hillu Ackerman, also an assassin type 5'5", red and black swirl eye color, black hair as black as midnight. Competing against each other for that top assassin spot. We've both dreamed of this years so we're trying to kill as many test dummies as we can. He's at 315 I'm at 315 in an hour. The next closest person is Hebert with 304. Total pain in the ass. Flirt. Rich bitch. Some words to describe him.