Chapter 7:Milha‘il Ra Ghul

I watch the girl look frazzled waking up from the ceremony. The ritual killed your weakness. Some may think it made us killers but it made us stronger. People go through different things and have to let go of their pasts. But the ones who come back to life and make it through. They are new and can start a new life.

Revien held a glimmer in his eye. One that I used to have when looking at his mother. I was surprised, shocked even. Revien held no emotions unless he was killing. In this instance, he looked happy knowing the girl was alive and would be able to stay here with us.

The whole time we waited to see if we would throw her over the cliff with the other failures or rejoice in her joining us. He looked frightened something I hadn't seen ever. This girl was now my bargaining chip to get Azail to finally listen and become the man he was born to be.

The girl was young and from what Shavon spoke was strong. She would be a great addition with proper training. I settled her small frail body onto her feet. I grabbed the black dust and spayed a symbol to her head.

"Your name". The struck girl blinked and Revien answered. "Hayeon".

I wrote her name on her head in Arabic. Once I was done the other men bowed their heads. The two men by the door opened it. A line of maids came in and I handed Hayeon off to them. She seemed to be still in a dissociative state. They held her up taking her out and Revien followed.

I stared at Revien until I could no longer see him. The men filtered out leaving only Shavon and I. "She doesn't seem strong," I say while drying myself off. Shavon followed behind me as I moved through the hallway. "She killed her father who abused her and her mother" Shavon alluded.

"Mhmm," I said surprised. "And you talked with who to get this information" I quizzed.

"Their neighbor's hoodlums saw the whole thing. Didn't say a word to the cops said the father had it coming". I leaned against my desk rubbing my chin. "And the mother"?

Shavon frowned "Dead". I nodded looking at the ceiling. I had learned that bad things happen to everyone, children included. My father killed my brother and sister. He tried to kill me but I didn't allow it. "How did she live? Shelter, group home?"

Shavon coughed clearing his throat "She lived with a group of men for a little while. Then she left them and lived on her home. From the looks of it she barely found food to sustain herself". "She will live a better life here" I mumbled.

I came around to my desk sat down and stared at Shavon. "Something else" I sighed. Shavon's jaw tensed. "What if she doesn't want to be here? You saw how in shock she was" Shavon expressed. Shavon was a U.S. Army vet before coming here. He was there very best. Elite, intelligent, and articulate. He knew classified intel so when he decided he was done working. The US government decided he was dangerous and needed to be handled. As always people love to cage animals but when that animal can no longer be controlled. They wanted it slaughtered, put down. Shavon went home to his wife and kid.

To his horror, he came home to find them both dead. He had become a lost soul and had to go into hiding. When I found him he was a shell of his old self. Through battles and building our guild he became a new. Since the loss of his child, Shavon has always had a sworn spot for children. Maybe that's why Azail has always seen Shavon as a friend.

Even tho my child is more like an adult than a child. I could tell in the tenseness of his body and clenched jaw. Shavon wasn't happy about Hayeon staying here. He was worried about her and this interested me. I clicked my pen "Bhay mitao is not a place for people with conflicted identities. Hayeon has left her past and is a new".

"Since you're so worried I would like you to watch over her. You will be the one to train her" I grinned. Shavon opened his mouth and quickly closed it. I leaned in laying my elbows on my desk. "You say she might not want to stay here. I know that isn't true. She will have a roof and food. More importantly, someone to care for her" I pointed to Shavon.

I sat back in my seat smiling. "Hayeon is an orphan, young, and has been alone for a year. Orphans crave love and you will give that to her. She will be kept on a leash just like my son".