The Mayan ceremonial dagger had an inscription in the ancient language that read: "Offer thy heart". It's obviously an instruction left by the past inhabitants of this forgotten place, but who would be stupid enough to stab himself in the heart with a rusty old knife found inside a tombstone? After activating my battery pack the dagger shimmers brightly in a cyan light, the creatures are coming, I can hear their steps. 'It's do or die.'
Bella had no qualms about mostly anything which Uriel confirmed when she blatantly asked him for a child, yet being the target of an old man's attention didn't bode well with her, yet the old man spoke the truth. He did provide her a service and she needed to pay with her body.
"Is this payment enough?" She asked with a jagged breath after only two minutes of physical effort.
"Please, no more." The old doctor cried with a lisp, his face filled with bruises and bumps after receiving what could be considered the beating of a lifetime.
"It's just like you said, doctors provide the service of healing and hunters do the killing. I'd be happy to kill you, but then I would have to charge you and dead men don't pay their debts." Bella scoffed. In spites of her short career as a hunter, she was proud to call herself that.