Inside the box, Jenxier and Nexus quickly dispatched of their mark. Jenxier wished he had not killed, he wished he wouldn’t kill in the future, but Vlad had a lot of leverage. Jenxier would be an assassin forevermore if things remained the same, and he could not change them on his own.
ΘΘΘ
Vittur Zandendal was chained to the wall of his prison cell. His wounds bled, sending red mists up to the ceiling. If I ever get out of here… I’m going to KILL Mortugal! Vittur thought. A macabre demon appeared outside the cell door. “Who’s there?” Vittur asked.
“A friend.” Was the reply. The door unlocked and the demon stepped through.
“Which friend?” Vittur was skeptical.
“Raziel.” Replied the macabre one. Vittur glared at him, his form not that of Raziel. Raziel channeled the energy of the tome and returned to his original form.
“Raziel, thank Lucifer! I was afraid I’d be down here for good.” Vittur said, overjoyed.
“Well, you’re not getting out now.” Raziel said.
“What!?” Vittur vociferated.
“There is no way I can break you out of Tartarus. I can, however, work to clear your name.” Raziel replied.
“You’ll have to get them to realize Mortugal is the criminal. At least, I believe he’s the criminal. I have no hard proof.” Vittur said.
“I believe I’ll need help. Do you know of anyone who will be of use?” Raziel asked.
“Yes.” Vittur replied. “But you’re not going to like it.”
“Who?” Raziel asked.
“Samael, the fallen angel.” Vittur replied.
ΘΘΘ
Jenxier was always very good at being discrete, when needed. He hid in the shadows as Vlad spoke with some unknown form. “Agent M has performed well. Now it is your turn. Find the King of the City of Dis. You know what to do.” Dracul said.
Yes replied the other figure. It did not speak, yet somehow Jenxier knew what it meant.
I must follow this mystery demon and discover his mission. Jenxier thought.
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