Assassin, Tiffany N. [carter reed .txt] 📗

demon world too, she still hated them. Every time, her hair would turn bright silver as if to reflect the moon. And today was a full moon. Sometimes she wondered if the Lord was making a wise decision when the gates had opened.
“Violet.”
She turned slowly around. There stood a man in his late twenties. He was buff but his legs were short for his body. His face was misshapen, giving him the appearance of something like a boar. His back was hunched but the coat he had on only hid the fact that he had giant leathery bat wings. He always reminded her of a Neanderthal will this unruly pitch-black hair and wild green eyes. He was fast even though he didn’t look like it, but he was one of the slow demons that made up for it with defense and abnormal strength.
“What?” Violet was impatient today. She was always impatient and on edge in the event of a full moon.
“You heard the Lord’s orders. You’re pairing with me tonight to take down some of those… Omega pests.” He said the word omega like it was the worst possible insult he could muster. “Though, I don’t see the point. I could easily take those push overs without your help. You’ll just be extra baggage.”
“Shut your damn mouth or I’ll shut it for you!” she hissed.
“Why do you want to come anyways? It’s not like the Lord is forcing you to go. Or are you just tagging along to play around with your prey?”
Violet let out a small smile. “Yes, that’s one of the reasons…”
“What’s the other?”
She hesitated and she hated it when she hesitated. It meant she was unsure. She didn’t like unsure.
“Let’s just say I have to pick something up.”
“We leave tonight then. If we do, we should be there within a week. A little more if we run into trouble.” The man decided.
“Are you sure that Gladius doesn’t want to tag along?” Violet asked.
The man scowled, making his deformed face even uglier. “That Gladius… who died and made him top dog? No, Gladius is taking on the southern Omegas. We’re headed north.”
Violet nodded in understanding. Then she melted into the shadows and disappeared, teleporting herself through the shadows to Gladius’s place.
Before she could leave completely, she heard him say, “And I love what you did to your hair. Why don’t you keep it?”
Violet’s eyes became a dangerous black. Before she could grab him though, she was gone.
She stepped out from behind the shadow of the dead oak tree in the center of the cemetery. She rumpled her nose. She hated Gladius’s choses for temporary camps. Last time was on an abandoned cruse ship that was washed up on the shore. The bad part about that was that it was still underwater with only small pockets of air here and there. Plus it smelled of death where ever he was.
“So you decided to turn up. Finally.”
“It’s nice to see you too…” she muttered.
In front of her, she saw a tall blond haired man with emotionless deep brown eyes staring at one particular grave marker. The man had wolfish characteristics to him. A slightly elongated face, sharp nails, and pointed teeth that looked like mini daggers. At his side, there were two long swords, the classic swords you would see a knight riding into battle with. Its hilt was decorated with a gold depiction of a snake forming the handle. He was dressed a black robe that nearly covered all his body.
“Ventus is as cold as ever. Care to tell my why?”
“You know why, Gladius. His pride as the strongest of the Assassins is diminishing ever since you were recruited thirty years ago.” Violet said, carefully keeping her temper in check.
Gladius chuckled softly. “If he wanted to keep his precious title, he should have never challenged me to the duel in the first place.” This fighting has been going on even before Gladius had joined the Assassins, “But we all know he wasn’t the strongest in the first place.”
His eyes glanced at her for a moment, and then looked back at the grave. Then he continued.
“You are the Lord’s handpicked general of the main army as well as part of the Assassins. And you are one of the few who has ever actually seen his face.” His voice was filled with envy but not a good kind. A murderous kind.
“Is it true that you’re going to attack the southern Omegas?” Violet was desperately trying to change the subject, though she didn’t show it.
He only nodded in response.
“What about the others?”
“There has been ambushes all around the globe on our demon troops.” He replied, “Those Omegas are targeting our supply routes. The others are in charge of taking care of that.”
Violet raised an eyebrow. “We need the rest of the Assassins just to take care of a couple ambushes?”
Gladius shrugged, “As I said, it’s happening all over the globe. Plus I hear that they have some heavily armed Magicians there as well. It is the Lord’s orders.”
Violet shook her head. “I have a feeling that he’s been trying to get rid of us for a while…”
“You are probably right. He has been acting very rashly all of the sudden. But Marilyn will keep an eye out for anything else.” Marilyn was another Assassin.
Before Violet could reply, there was a loud screeching noise. It would have been undetectable to an average human, but who says that she was an average human?
In the sky, there was a large black, slimy dragon. It had no eyes but Violet could tell that it sensed us. Its teeth were the size of an arm each and crooked. Its tail was like a spiked ball and its talons were like harpoons. On its back was one of the Lord’s many Demon Messengers.
The lizard like Demon jumped off the dragon’s back and bowed at our feet.
“The Lord has sent a message for Master Gladius Satan and Mistress Violet Blackbird.”
“Speak.” Gladius said without interest.
The Demon shot him an evil look and faced Violet instead.
“The Lord has asked to see you Master Satan, Mistress Blackbird.”
“What about the Omegas?”
“Yes, he has asked for you to postpone your trip until in three days time. The other Assassins have been ordered to assemble as well.”
Three days? By then, all the supply routes would be trashed. How were thy going to sustain such a large population of Demons? And why would he suddenly pull back his orders? The Lord’s mind is beginning to be clouded.
“Of course. You may leave now.” Gladius answered.
The messenger climbed clumsily back up his dragon and flew off.
“The Lord must see the danger in leaving our supplies unchecked. Soon, most of the Demons will have nothing to eat and our armies will be weak.”
Violet nodded. “But he is still Lord… for now. We must still obey his command. We must wait and see if he will keep his throne or if he will pass it down to his son.”
“I highly doubt he will give away his throne to his little brat anytime soon. That man will do anything for power.”
“Gladius, you must not say such things. We might be more powerful physically but he still has his reputation on his side. He can crush us if he wanted to.”
“It would take a lot more than just a point of the finger to convince the army to attack the Assassins.”
Silence enveloped the two has their minds raced to piece together the puzzle. But there was still one piece missing. What was it?
“We should go now. The Lord hates waiting.” Gladius then left and when he passed into the forest, his essence disappeared.
Before Violet left, she looked at the grave that Gladius had been looking at. Etched onto the stone were the words:
Xavier Blackbird
1739 – 2012
Our best Demon Warrior
Fallen in battle

It was Violet’s father. He was also an Assassin but had fallen in battle when the gates had first opened. Violet had taken his place as an Assassin after that. Over two hundred years have passed and she had not thought about him for a while now.
His grave had reminded her of her book that she had lost. Her father had given it to her about a year before he died. Those angels will pay for stealing the property of an Assassin one of these days, she thought. She remembered that the angels had dropped it somewhere in the Omega Territory. At least, that’s what the angel said when she had captured him and threatened to cut off his wings. She had planned to go with Ventus up north and retrieve the book without notice. Now her plans were postponed for three days. What if someone reads it during that time? She shook off the idea. She had placed powerful spells on that book. There was no way a mere human could be able to read it.
Not wanting to look at Xavier’s grave any longer, she melted back into the shadows. Chapter 3: Demon's Strike

Jake inspected the book at his desk. He was back in his tent now. It was small compared to some of the others. Just enough space for his study desk, a sleeping bag, and a fire place to cook and keep warm. It was all he could afford with the limited budget.
He tried everything to open the lock on the book. Melt it, pound it, break it, he even tried to shoot at it with a gun. Nothing. Zip. Net even a dent.
After a few more tries with Patrick’s jackhammer, he finally gave up. This thing was like a top security vault. He tossed it back on the desk. He would have to try later. For now, he was late for his job. He shuddered. Markus would not be happy for his millionth tardy in a row. In fact, two days ago, he was about to throw a chain saw at him. Luckily, Jake was smart enough to duck.
Markus was in his late thirties and has been in a lot of battles. Scars were all over his body. A gunshot wound on his shoulder, a long cut on his face from his left eye to his chin, and a couple other souvenirs. Markus had urgently sent the message for all soldiers to assemble in exactly one hour fully equipped for battle.
He grabbed his saber and headed off towards the northern end of camp, the military training area. It took up about half of the camp, not including the training obstacles placed all over the forest. Each able body man, or women, must contribute to the army in some way. It doesn’t mean they have to go into battle. They can supply the men and treat the wounded. Jake’s job was to relay messages to the soldiers. Not much. He