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Isabelle's POV
"I can't do this Lena. I can't kill him," Isabelle sobbed quietly. Lena looked at her, her eyes shining as well.
"Just do what I do. You'll be fine." Lena said bruskly, and grabbed a few utensils. Isabelle was lost. So lost, in her mind. Oh, Simon, she thought. Where are you? That's when she handed Isabelle a knife.
"Isabelle... Put him out of his misery." Isabelle took the knife in her hand. Why was this so hard? She'd slayed thousands of demons. Why was this so hard? That's when it clicked. The idea. She was not going to get out of here, and back to Simon, if she didn't do what they said. Do their bidding.
Lena saw then, Isabelle's eyes blacken, her eyes dilating. That's when Isabelle took the knife, and tore it through the still-living man's chest, and down. Tearing him apart, limb by limb, and dissecting. Crazy things happen down in Hell...
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