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Chapter 8 and I already have 1k reads and 440 votes omg
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I had been enjoying my breakfast peacefully until a worker came and informed me that "Lord" Enzo wanted me in his office and that's when I realized that he told me to be there at 3:30 pm sharp and it was 4:00 right now. So, here I am standing outside his office.

"Will you knock or what?" the worker whose name I got to know is Jonah asks me raising his eyebrows. I refrained myself from replying back with a snarky comeback and instead just nodded my head and knocked on the wooden door. Once. Twice.

"Come in." I heard a deep voice say which no doubt, belonged to Enzo. I grasp the door handle and push it down cautiously, the door opens with a small creak and I quickly slipped inside.

"You're late."

"Yeah, I-" my words got stuck in the back of my throat as I beheld who's standing beside Enzo. Hilarion. With wings. Hilarion looked at me and smirked no doubt at my stunned expression. He had huge black raven-like wings, with white sharp talons sticking out of the tip of his wing. He nods at Enzo and walks away, his wings grazing my arm.

"Is he an Angel?" I asked to which Enzo nodded.

"I thought your inner circle only consisted of vampires." I frowned.

"That's what everyone thinks and that's what I want everyone to think." He said emphasizing on everyone, making it clear that I'm not supposed to utter a word about this to anyone, especially Alexander.

I finally took in my surroundings and noticed that his office was larger than the dining room. There were dozens of bookshelves filled with books of every language and category, the roof was made out of transparent glass which gave a clear view of the sun surrounded by clouds, the walls were a beautiful shade of grey, the room smelled of books and wood.

Lastly, my eyes landed on the huge desk where Enzo was seated with his feet plopped down on the desk and his hand supporting his chin, I could see the tattoo peeking out of his t-shirt's sleeve.

"What do you want?" I asked him finally.

"Last night, there have been two murders again."

"What do you mean again?"

He sighed and beckoned for me to come closer and I did, "This whole thing has been going on for the last three weeks, almost daily people are getting murdered by the witches, teenagers mostly. Last night, two friends, one girl and one boy were out partying late and today their bodies were found with this strange symbol on their forehead and chest and also, they had their hearts ripped out like every other body that we have found. What I'm not understanding is why every dead body is found with this strange symbol and missing hearts."

Fuck, this is not good.

"How are you so sure that this is the doing of witches? It could be anyone." I asked carefully.

"My second, Marcus caught a witch roaming around freely on the streets who have confirmed that it indeed is from the same coven that has broken into our territory but, that's all the witch is telling. He also told that his name is Robert Wilson and I asked Caleb to get every information about him, but found nothing. It has been a week and we have tried every method to make him open his mouth but to no avail."

"Where is the witch right now?"

"In a cellar."

"I have to talk to him."

His eyes seemed to be considering it for a moment until he finally said, "You may, little assassin, but first have a look at this." He handed a file to me and I took it wordlessly.

The file consisted of information of all the people that have been murdered until now. All of them varied from the age of 15 to 20, only one of them was 40 years old.

I quickly skimmed through the file trying to find something useful and I reached a page where there were the pictures of the corpses. Naked. I quickly braced my hand on the desk as I beheld the symbol on their forehead and chest. It was a Pentacle. Shit.

My face paled at the sight and my blood froze. No this couldn't be I must have been mistaken. But deep I knew I haven't.

"What is it, little assassin?"

"Enzo, I have to talk to him. Right now."

He nodded and gestured for me to follow him. We are fucked. So fucking fucked.

I didn't let myself admire the paintings and tapestries that were hanged on the wall and instead looked straight ahead of me and prepared myself for what I was about to learn. Every step I took had adrenaline spilling through my body, my knees felt like they would burst and crumble any second.

I felt a soft and sensuous caress on the shields of my mind. I closed my eyes for a mere second and leaned into the touch and as quickly as it came it vanished.

We finally reached a dark place. I went into that dark pit inside my mind to summon my third sight. I had three sights, first sight, second sight and third sight. With the first sight I could see just almost like how humans could, with the second sight I could see the auras of anyone from even a thousand miles away and with the third sight I could see everything. And by everything I mean everything. I could see auras, sense dangers, see things crystal clear even in complete darkness and hear things almost like a vampire.

The third sight slammed into me. Hard. Making me almost lose my balance but due to the assassin training I had received all these ears, making me lose my balance was not an easy task.

The walls were covered in growing fungus, I smelled a very familiar metallic and coppery scent, I could hear faint sounds of water running down, the squeaking of rats and three men arguing about something.

Enzo placed his hand on my back, the contact almost making me jump. He nudged me forward as in to keep moving. I gritted my teeth and shot him a glare.

Enzo came to a halt before a metal door which consisted of a small horizontal window, barely wide enough to fit a fist. He pulled a key out from his pocket and unlocked the door. In the centre of the room was a bloodied man tied to a chair. He was not wearing a shirt so, I could perfectly see all the bruises covering his body, some of them were new and still bleeding. It looked like nobody had even bothered enough to stitch his wounds up.

The witch looked up and gave a sickening smile showing all his teeth. His aura was exactly like a witch. Blue in colour just like every other witch, but something felt different. Evil. Dead.

I moved inside the cellar and noticed that Enzo was following me inside too.

"Alone."

He looked at me for what seemed like an eternity and finally, nodded.

"I will be standing outside," he said, "Shout if you need help." I nodded my head and closed the metal door. Like hell I will.

I turned around and saw that he was still smiling at me. The hairs on my body stood up in attention and my skin felt like it was being pricked with several needles.

"So, we could do this the easy way, just tell me what I need to hear or we could do this the hard way." I summoned my flame to my eyes for emphasis, "Whatever you prefer. Though I'm not going to lie that I find more joy in the hard way but, I don't feel like ruining my clothes today."

"I can smell you. You're a witch.....but I smell something else too. Something ancient, something ev-"

I quickly cut him off, "Hard way is it then."

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Author's Note:

So what do you think is going to happen?
What does pentacle mean?
This was a different side of Katherine.
Do you want to see more of this side or her usual sarcastic self?
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