The girl they refer to as Ratty passed me in the hallway. Josephine had assigned me to talk to Michael and if questions were not answered, I was allowed the honour of making him answer, by any means necessary. She brushed passed him and didn’t make any eye contact. She really was a pretty thing, if you look beyond her ratty appearance. The council chose her, for whatever reason, to remain alive and serve them. I bet she is regretting it every day.

I walked up to the prison cell that Michael was in. That giddy feeling aroused yet again and it was hard to contain. I opened the door and entered the dark cell. I heard the rustling of chains and Michaels voice asking for who entered to reveal themselves. I decided to grant him that wish. I lit a torch and approached him. When I was close enough and the light revealed his face, the expression was pure horror.

“Miss me friend?” I smirked.

“How in the hell are you still alive?” he demanded.

“It’s a long story. Let’s just say I have some powerful friends”

Michael laughed and that pissed me right off.

“Ha-ha. More like that mistress chick made you her bitch”

Out of rage I punched him hard in the face.

“I’m no one’s bitch. Far from it. I’m actually high ranking in this world…” he was about to go on, when the Ratty girl entered the cell.

She begged for his forgiveness and handed him a cloth, within it wrapped something.

She whispered into his ear “Mistress gives this to you as a gift. Use it to fulfil your role.”

She looked at Michael, who stared back at her and she whispered an apology, I chose to ignore it. When she left I unwrapped the cloth and it revealed an arch angel blade. Michael’s face once again turned into horror. An arch angel blade is one of the most deadly weapons know to supernatural beings. I didn’t want to know how the council managed to get their hands on it. An arch angel blade is able to inflict injury onto angels with them being able to heal. Also it can be used to kill them.

“First question, what exactly does lovely April know about the supernatural world?”

“She knows you and me.” He said.

“There’s more she knows and I want to know what it is”

“Well too bad, cause I’m not telling you anything Matthew” with that he spat at me.

I put the blade against his throat.

“You can’t kill me, you need answers.”

“I’m well aware of that. Your demise will happen at it will be at my hand. Trouble makers don’t get a very comfortable stay”

I then slowly started to cut his skin all over his body and enjoyed listening to his agonising screams of pain.