My eyes widen in shock as I watch him explode all of a sudden. I feel my lips curve into a smirk. I can feel my eyes burning, but it feels good. I glance at another assassin, only to watch them fall to the ground, either dead or alive. I walk slowly toward the remaining assassins, who are too shocked to move. I swing my right sword to chop one man's head off, but he dodges. He swings his dagger toward my face, and I move backward as fast as I can, but I already have a scar on my cheek. If I had been even a few seconds later, I would have been dead.
I glance back to check on Hellen, but it was a stupid idea. The three remaining assassins catch me off guard, attacking me from all three sides, leaving me with nowhere to run. I drop my swords and grab my dagger.
In situations like this, I'd usually have my second dagger along with the first to defend myself, but I gave Hellen that dagger, and now I'm left with only one.
I check for any weak points I could attack, but there's nothing. I'm running out of time.
"Ha... ha... hahaha..." My voice is unnervingly calm. I should feel the shivers running through their bodies from my laugh, but I don't.
I lower my body to their knee height, catching them off guard. What am I doing? I don't know.
Suddenly, a flash of memory strikes me: a dark figure I couldn't recognize, their features hidden, muttering strange words as they pressed a drop of their blood onto my skin.
"Πρὸς τὰς σκιὰς ἀπὸ τοῦ κακοῦ γεγεννημένας, πρὸς τὸ κακόν ὃ ἀπὸ τοῦ Σατανᾶ ἐγεννήθη, ἐγώ, Λίλιθ, θυγάτηρ τοῦ Σατανᾶ, ὑμᾶς προσκαλῶ. Μετὰ τοῦ αἵματος καὶ τῆς τιμῆς τοῦ Σατανᾶ καὶ τῶν τέκνων αὐτοῦ, ὑμᾶς καλῶ ἐπὶ τὴν ἀκοὴν μου."
I repeat the words as I bite my finger until it bleeds, drawing a small line in front of me with my blood. Red light grows beneath me and beneath the three assassins who are about to stab me. I watch one of them burn to ashes. The way he looked at me—his eyes filled with angst and regret—makes me smile.
I turn my head to look at the other two, and they're burning as well.
As they turn to ashes, I rise and glance at Hellen, only to see that she's crying. I walk closer to her, but she walks away, hugging my dagger, shivering in fear.
"Hellen," I call out. I want to say something, maybe explain myself? But why?
I stop in my tracks and look at my reflection in the glass walls.
My nightgown is covered in blood, just like my black hair and pale face. My red eyes have returned to their usual dominant brown color. I glance back at Hellen only to turn and run.
To be continued...