'Just think of me as your guardian devil'

~samael

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"Who are You? How did you even get here?" he grunted, his piercing grey eyes mixed with shocked and anger, as they flicker between me and the chamber.

He looked a little older than what the picture Maze had shown, but still got a 'i'm a playerboy from highschool' look.

I bend down, taking out the ring daggers, that was strapped at the side of my boots, swinging it on my finger with extra swings and i don't really know why but walked towards the window.

"I'm Lucifer. Lucifer MorningStar, straight away from Hell, just for you."

From the corner of my eye, I caught Mr Scott as he cautiously took a step back, his hand began fidgeting under his coat and coming out holding something sharp and shiny.

As if I didn't noticed a thing, I turned lazily, smiling.

"Girl, you seems a little lost, here, let me show you the way..." the light in his eyes gleamed with anger and suspicion, raising his arm, he pounced, swinging the knife at me.

I swung my neck to the side, successfully dodging it. The tip of the knife landed on the wall behind me, resulting a scratch with the paint cracking out a little.

I winked at the furious man infront of me. Smirking, I took lazy steps towards his desk, leaning on it.

This is fun.

Mimicking in a tone, that lucifer himself would be proud of me.
"So Mr Scott, tell me..What is it that you truly desire? What are your deepest, darkest desires?"

Ever so slowly, he turned. His face pulled a grin so devilish, Satan almost took notes on it. "That" taking dangerous steps towards me, "is. none. of. your. business."

He moved close to my right, inching his face forward to my ear, he whispered, crisply. "Miss, you better tell me who send you. Speak now! Why are you here?"

I smiled smugly, still a bit tipsy, "It is my job to punish the evil and greedy, for all they've sinned. I'm the punisher, remember?" cocking my head to the side, I hissed, "and who sent me is, none of your concern."

Then my breadth hitched as I felt the sharp pointed edge of something, digging at the small of my back.

My anger boils when I heard a low chuckle beside me.

"Now, now Miss, I wonder, how it would be like to punish a drunken girl, who suddenly decided to go all nancy drew." Tracing the point of his knife on my curves over the leather suit, he continued, "...and trust me, I've so much better ways to do it."

Control. Control. It's all about resistance.

He'll pay for it.
With a wide toothed grin, I turned, looking straight into his eyes. "Bite me then." Winking, I swung my left leg, pointed at the back of his knee and gave a nice, hard kick.

He immediately kneeled on the floor with a low grunt, taking that as an opportunity, I grabbed his hair and shoved it down while positioning my right leg on top of his calves.

"I don't have time buddy, tell me, why are did you lie to Maze? And most importantly, why the hell are you working with Mr Jones?"

"You..bloody woman, you are going to regret this." He grunted painfully, as I added more pressure.
Oh god, this man will take a lot more time than what I've thought.

I rumbled through my backpack for rope.

And ofcourse ofcourse, by the time I manage to found it, he snaked out of my hold.

Breathing hard, he stood right infront of me. Wasting no time, I loaded a swift punch aimed at his nose.

It was a heck of shot.

But, thanks to my tipsyness, all I caught was empty air.

His laugh was like the chwirking of an hawk, sharp and irritating. My eyes narrowed at him, grimacing, anger flared out of my nostrils.

Focus Thunder, focus.

Lurching forward, I swung another punch at him. "YoU aRe A DeAd MaN!" but all went in vain as he easily
dodged it and I stumbled forward.

By the time my mind able to understand the word stability, a meaty hand, very different from Mr Scott, grabbed me in a headlock, thrusting a leg behind me and threw me on the ground.

I couldn't even register the shot when, a fist landed right at my ribs, sending fresh ripples of jolts through my body and I winced in utter pain.

Get up, you loser, this is not the time.

My eyes blurred at the shiny boot came into the view. I clenched my teeth so hard, that is seemed one or two would pop out any second.

I felt a hand clutching my hair tightly, fingers digging into my scalp like claws and yanking it down hard, making me look in the eye.

"You know..you would be a dead woman by now" Mr Scott said, racking his filthy eyes over my body, his goon clutches my wrists from behind, as I arched, making certain areas of body amplified. "...but, I told you, I've more interesting plans for you. What can I say, I'm a man of my words!"

Did he really just think what I think he thinks?

I began to struggle, tugging out my wrists, but the only way out was with my hands getting ripped. So, I did the next best thing, by kicking in the balls of the man behind me which resulted in an another sharp kick on my ribs. I winced harder and groaned as the pain galloped across my chest. It was a bruise worthy shot.

But fortunately, I was used to this, or at least supposed to be. It was mainly a part of training under Maze. If you don't tackle, be ready to take the shot.

My body was above average athletic, with significant curves and I don't even want to get started with that, the dirty remarks and comments was more than enough. All I'm saying here is, I'm surely capable enough to take shots like this. Huh.

Mr Scott roughly grabbed my chin and I glared at him furiously, "You...little..."

Bang!

A bullet shot echoed as the pressure on my wrist loosens up. The man behind me groaned and knocked his head on the floor. What the fuck just happened?

I quickly took the opportunity and curled my hand into a fist, aiming at the man infront of me. Mr Scott was busy gawking at whoever was standing behind when my fist landed right at his jaw, smashing it.

I launched the second punch which doubled him over, expelling the last bit of chocked air from his beer-weighted belly. His blood splattered all over the floor.

I turned my head to thank the one who shot the bullet but caught surprised at the sight of a familiar pair of eyes.

Kali.

I crossed my arms against my chest, eyeing her.
'What are you doing here?'

Stumping her foot, she crushed the ankle of the now knocked out goon on the floor, never leaving my eyes.
'Clearly, helping you.'

Picking up my dagger from the floor, stabbing it a little into Mr Scott's arm.
'The situation was already under control.'

She nodded her head, mockingly.
'Oh, I can see that.'

Mr Scott winced painfully as I dug a bit deeper.
'See! All under control.'

She shook her head, rolling her eyes.
'Yes. Yes. Definitely.'

Our little eye-to-eye interrogation was cut short by a loud groan from Mr Scott, "You..woman! Who are you? What..ahh-aa...do you want from me?" he asked, looking at Kali's direction.

I lift my foot, stomping and crushing his ankle, "You" I spoke with clenched teeth, "are in no position to ask. The only one who get to question is us."

He looked between us suspiciously, haulting at Kali, "So you're with her?" he stated, but it came out more like a question.

Cocking my eyebrow at him, "Yes, she's with me, what do you think, buy one get one free."

The man who was knocked unconscious, which I presumed to be with Mr Scott, now started to stand of his feet, slowly gaining equilibrium.

Kicking up his guards, he throws a rows of ragged punches at Kali, as she swiftly ducked down.

My lips pulled into a smirk as I saw her kneeing him right at his groin.
Leaving them, I turned my attention to Mr Scott, "So, tell me, what are you actually planning, hm? What's next?"

He parted his lips, ready to blurt out the gutter, when I stopped him. "Uh uh, and don't even think about lying." while swinging the dagger on my index finger.

The harsh grinting of his teeth can be heard, as he glared up at me, barking out, "What do you want to know?"

I crouched down, pointing my dagger right between his fingers. "Everything. But, for starters, tell me why do you helped Mr Jones in betraying his partner? What did you get from that?"

He didn't say anything for a moment, sighing, he finally started, "So...Oliver and I had each other for a long time, we met a few years ago, looking for business that make quick money. That's when he told about an agency who so- "

BANG BANG!

I jolted, frantically, searching for the direction of gunshots. Mr Scott's goon was lying on the floor. But the shift in the air was still unsettling.

I glanced over at Kali, as she stood there, looking at the lifeless body under her. With Kali by my side, I'd never have to look at the guns. She was damn good with them, as if they were made for her.
But I can sense, something was wrong, as her revolver dropped down.

She was stilled. Too stilled.

And then, our eyes met. Instead of her usual cockiness, there was shock, pain and fear. My body felt the uncertainty, still unable to register.

That's when she kneeled and Mr Jones came into view, standing there, smirking, gun pointed at Kali.

I felt a pang in my chest like someone was constantly tugging it. My body felt numbed, legs cemented. I couldn't breath. I couldn't move.

Ever felt that your world suddenly stopped and someone keeps punching right at your heart, again, then again? Now multiply that to ten. Yes.

The shock was too much. Tears started trickling down from my eyes as I looked at the trembling body of my best friend, drowning in blood.
I shook my head.

No, no...no! This cannot be real. She couldn't die like this.

She was here, for me. She just couldn't die.

As if released by some spell, I rushed towards her. Someone tugged my hair hard as I was forcefully pulled back.

My body struggled to get away from the hold, I broke into sobs, begging to leave me.

She was looking at me, her body searching for breaths. She needs me.
Corners of her lips twitching up.

With every ounce of adrenaline remaining, I crawled forward. "I'm here Kali, I'm coming, just...hold on. I won't let you g- "

THWACK!

My eyes blurred all of a sudden. The shot of pain was intense as a wood piece smacked at my head, traveling to my brain like electric current.

I tried to open my eyes but the pain was unbearable. No no!

My head was so heavy as the dizziness swept me into the dark, my eyes fluttered close.

The last thing I felt was guilt as those warm honey irises peered through mine, they promised the unknown depth of sincerety all while assuring comfort. Wanting so much.

Kali.

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