Chapter 9

Augustine's Pov

What the…

A girl?

How did she get here? Better yet, how can she even see me?

Shit! This wasn't supposed to happen. This is a problem. I can't let the headquarter find out about this, about her, or else they will do something about her.

I was sent for an assignment to collect a soul this evening, and that meant, I must kill someone and make it look like an accident.

It was something I did countless times before with success rate of 99.99 percent.

That meant I never made mistakes.

I am a death reaper, an angel of death. This is what I'm programed to do and been doing it for thousands of years. It's what I'm good at.

The other 0.01 percent was due unexpected situations. Things I couldn't help or simply overlooked. Typically, witnesses like her. In most cases, I'm dealt to clean up my own mess which meant possibly wiping out her memory of the incident, and in worst case scenario when things get out of hand, kill her myself.

Shit, I haven't left any witnesses like this since 1924 and that woman fell head over heels in love with me. She told her church and numerous newspapers about me.

She was one of those psychics with heightened spirituality. Sometimes I could never notice them until it's too late.

I had to kill her.

Hopefully, I don't have to kill this one as well.

I looked at the girl again and penetrated her mind. She understood what's happening, she knew what I am and this man beside her was a ghost, she's not dumb. But she's not sure exactly what kind of angel I am. Whether she should fear me or not.

She should fear me, I'm the dangerous kind, the kind who will take her soul before her time.

She didn't look like she'd post too much of a problem, she looked more scared than anything. If anything, she looked like she's awestruck by the sight of me.

Humans are typically mesmerized by angels.

Maybe I should let her watch me some more, I kinda like how she's looking at me. I never get this kind of attention.

I stretched the span of my wings further trying to impress  and it worked. I could see the glitter on her dark eyes like the dark ocean reflecting the moonlight at night.

She's young, very young. I hate to have to kill humans this young.

But…I can't let her tell anyone else about me. I hate it when I get conflicted like this. I should just watch her for now.