When You Need To Kill The King Of Demons, It Should Be Easy, Right?

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This song actually has nothing to really do with this chapter. I think this song suits Autumn best, kind of like her theme song. :)

I’ve been pretty much doing nothing but homework, studying, learning Korean (lol and no, I’m not Korean. Just a little Albanian girl trying to learn some Asian languages :$), and practicing my writing for the past few months that I’ve been gone. I didn’t like the quality of my story, so I just wanted to start fresh before I had gotten too in to my previous version of this story. I just wanted to make Autumn seem sharper in a way, and Kael’s personality to be more believable. I’ve been trying to read more because I wanted my overall descriptive paragraphs to be a little higher quality, because I thought they were REALLY bad before, but that just may be me putting myself down like always. -.-

OK, lmao, I’ll shut up! :) Read, my lurvvvss. <3 I swear I’ll never delete or restart for a second time, so don’t worry about it. Everyone who becomes my fan and votes I love you all and can I marry you? <3 ;*

Lmfao, and the answer is yes, this is a longgg story ahead of yourselves. :’)

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I held my ground, studying the sight before me, lustrous silver pistol in hand. The shadows of the trees exposed just enough light through the dense forest branches to make out the scar trailing across his right cheek, just beneath his menacing black iris, reaching to the corner of his thin, uplifted mouth. Average looking at best. He was wearing all black, as was I, nearly merging with the trees behind him. His black cloak swung freely across his feet as the next breeze brushed against me, causing goosebumps to arise on my pale skin. His blonde hair seemed to be the only fully visible feature in this light. The sound of crickets and hooting only seemed to grow louder the longer we remained mute.

His dark bass voice let out a chuckle, breaking our tensed silence. “Ah, just as beautiful as the description. Not a let down whatsoever...” He gave an immature whistle before quickly eyeing my gun apprehensively, probably noting he should bite his tongue.

I lifted my upper lip in revulsion, unaffected by his so-called compliment. “I didn’t come here to receive your unflattering remarks. Give me details and I’ll be on my way.” It's not like I hadn't expected this. He may have been a complete stranger but his sloppy, hunched appearance alone told me enough. Not to mention his preference of our location was a little odd and frankly, creepy--which would explain my pistol.

I knew little about what assignment he would offer me, but it must have been pretty important for the secluded gathering he demanded to have. For comforting purposes there would usually be two or three humans with me in the risk of a demon ambush. It was the most basic rule: when near the border, you don't travel alone.

A sinister grin stretched upon his red lips. “Snarky. I think His Highness will like you very much. He’s supposedly a handful himself.”

I sighed. A King. Complete waste of my time. “You should know fully well that escorting wasn’t listed on my profile.”

“I’m aware of that, don’t jump to conclusions so quickly, my dear. What sane man would I offer 30 million dollars to a simple babysitter?”

“Just get to the point,” I snapped, losing my patience.

“Your short temper will only cause you to fail, Autumn.” He reached into his lengthy black cloak, my grip on my weapon tightening in precaution. Men like these were not the type you should trust. I eyed him, my scowl never ceasing. Slowly, he pulled out an abundant amount of papers, all stacked neatly into a pile tied with a thin rope confining them together. He paused to speak, “exactly how experienced are you in the art of assassination?”

I chuckled. It was barely considered an art. What Leonardo Da Vinci created was art. I wasn’t going to sugarcoat my living because I knew full well the hard, cold truth of what I was doing: murdering. “Forty-eight assassinations in two years, all completed within the time-limit given to me, frequently earlier,” I responded. If he had taken the time to read my file it would have said all of this.