Chapter 3 : Revien

My blade made contact with one of our assassins. I stepped back as we circled one another. The guy pushed off trying to get a good slash but I moved too quickly. I slid against the ground diving under his blade. I turned around  slashing his hind legs. He groaned and I smiled.

He turned trying to use his sword to stand himself up. I walked towards him as his hands laid on his knees. I gripped my sword and slashed twice creating an X upon his chest. Stepping back I smiled as I pierced my sword through his neck and twisted. I pulled my sword whisking it out of his neck.

The man body hit the ground hard with a thud. The bystanders took the body away quickly. A man in a black suit bowed. "Azazil" he called. With my back away from him I crooked my neck. "Shavon". "Mikha'il Ra Gual has called for you". Handing my sword over to one of the servants I  walked to my father's chambers.

I knocked on the door and heard "come in". I walked in shoulders strained and arms folded.

"Father". "Son, I have a mission for you". My ears peeved and lips twitched. "Don't look too happy this is your last chance. You haven't listened and went on your own. If you don't follow what I have ordered. That will be it" my father explained.

Most people would think it was weird  that a twelve year old boy was use to killing. But not in this world. Not in the guild of assassins. My father Ra Dominus Gual is the leader and I his prince. He taught and brought up the best assassins in the world including me.

I had learned how to kill men in fifty different ways and after taking a life it takes the humanity out of you. So, I go a little haywire in how I kill people and never stick to plan. Killing people excites me and for my father that was problem.

We lived by a code where we save the many over the few. We didn't kill people for sport but we weren't always the good guys. Either way it didn't matter to me. "Where will I be going" I asked in the chirper voice rocking on my heels.

My father frowned at how giddy I had become.

"China" he answered. "China" I repeated.

"You will be bringing Shavon with you. He will watch to make sure you stay in line". "And if I kill him" I clenched my jaw. My father the great darkness had killed many in his day and  could still kill. While many might be afraid I was not. In his eyes I could tell he was thinking of killing me. However he knew I was asset. I would be his heir and in his heart he loved me. A foolish emotion I didn't have but knew it was his only weakness.

I wouldn't kill Shavon but he didn't know that. Shavon was a friend who found I  quite amusing. He was a thirty year old who once an army vet until my father saved him. "Fine". My father signals for me to leave. We got on the private plane and I was off. I looked at the folder with a picture of my target and his information.

A diplomat I smiled looking at his features. "Find out his location" I ordered. Our tech guys typed away frantically. I looked out of window annoyed at their reaction. Like little rats. It took an entire day to get to China. Our headquarters were hidden in mountains where no group could find it. We were totally off the grid.

I stepped off the plane and got right to work. I stood in front of the path that Target jogged everyday. I cried like a baby and my target stopped. He looked around and crouched down at my level. I could see his body guards in the corners. "I lost my mommy" I sobbed.

"Hmm. Let's find her" he said taking my hand. We walked ahead moving towards the black van parked on the street. Once we were in front my men grabbed him and I jumped in the van. Shavon knocked him out and I sat in my seat. My driver drove us to the outskirts in the country. I sat in the van looking at the diplomat, "don't piss your pants I mean you're lucky. I'm just supposed to kill you so you won't get tortured" I muttered.

He screamed against the tape plastered over his lips. I watch our men come back with shovels. I patted his back and they carried him off. They threw him into the deep hole. His eyes wide with terror as I look down on

him. I shot him in the head and handed Shavon back his gun.

"Bury him and meet us at the airstrip"

I ordered. The other  men nodded and Shavon followed closely behind me. A car pulled up and I got in. We drove going back into the city until my driver hit a stop. "What the hell" I grounded out. "Azail" my driver spoke.

I got out coming to the front of the car. Their sat on the ground was a girl who look younger than I. Black strands fell around her like a blanket covering her weak looking  body. What striked me was those eyes that held my same darkness and to my surprised didn't look scared in the slightest.

She frowned and glared at me. For some reason I couldn't help but smile. Before I could think I held out my hand. "Do you need some help"?