AB - DH
Prologue
It’s bitter and cold
The snow whips around me blowing the lapels of my coat. The cold is comforting against my hot skin. I continue to walk in circles leaving my foot prints on the rooftop ledge. From 800 feet below the city of New York goes on unnoticing me.
The Angel seems to appear out of nowhere. her white coat blends into the snow, the gaudy gold buttons make it easier to spot her. It's like she appeared out of nowhere. Her light brown hair whips in the wind, her hands are tucked into her pockets.
“The weather is a bitch, is she not ?”, I say.
“The weather isn’t what chills me.”, She offers.
Her voice is jarring, deep, raspy. It sets my teeth on edge. Her eyes look red. . . she's been crying, I didn't think she had any tears in her.
“When this is all over, I don’t know who will be left standing.”, I say.
The Angel approaches me.
“The winners, Dear Prince.”
She removes her blades from her pockets. I do not react, I know why she is here. I give no illusion to mercy.
“ Please give my last words to Helios.”
“Speak them, Prince.”
“ Seraphina, please tell him you are the most beautiful assassin I’ve ever had the pleasure of being killed by.”
I step off the ledge and fall.