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My last assignment was to take him out quickly and quietly.
The target was a young man, I would assume in his early 20s. He looks around with shaking fists and a heaving chest. Desperate for a fight. Desperate for approval.
But he doesn’t deserve it, especially not now. All he had to do was give up one simple package, and he failed to do even that. Now, he simply had to face the consequences.
The man takes a step back. He’s triggered it.
How could someone as weak and pathetic as him not be able to complete such a simple task?
His eyes dart towards my direction, catching my gaze. He starts to speak, but is interrupted by the tiny gems ripping through his skin, his muscles, his flesh, his heart.
His heart stops before his body hits the ground.
His blood splatters over my uniform. I stare down the mutilated corpse in front of me, its now soulless eyes staring accusingly at my own.
I take in a shaky breath. I examine my surroundings—the damp, chilly atmosphere of the warehouse, the growing stench of blood in the air. There’s a sinister feeling behind me; there was someone else with me and the corpse.
Lord DIO, watching from the distance like he always does, comes over and places a comforting hand on my shoulder.
“They say that the Hierophant card suggests spiritual wisdom and religious beliefs,” he whispers, fingers slowly caressing my shoulder. “Yet, it also suggests the bridge between the earthly and the divine. A messenger between the two, if you will.”
I try to still my breathing. It isn’t like the taking of a life was foreign to me, but a witness being in the room during the act still puts me on edge. My mind begins to race until Lord DIO begins again.
“Your [Hierophant Green] did a good job here.” He gazes quickly at the now rotting corpse on the ground, encompassed by the barrier of the 20 meter Emerald Splash only I can see. It stretches around the warehouse like a twisted string of ribbons.
“I believe you would make a good messenger. You’re young. Quiet. Unsuspecting. No one would expect a thing of you.”
I take another breath in.
“You’d be the perfect one to deliver my message, no?” DIO’s hand releases from my shoulder and starts to play with my hair, now down to my shoulders. I twitch slightly.
A thin slip of paper is placed in my free hand. I look down to gaze at it. “What is it?” I ask.
“Your ticket.”
The paper prints tomorrow’s date; a trip from Cairo to Kyoto.
Japan. I never thought that I would visit home again.
“This is one tiny favor,” Lord DIO says sweetly. “One message. Can you deliver this message for me, my little messenger?”