Demon mentor. Crypt of the Seven Angels. Natalie Yacobson

was not destined to test her strength on someone, they would not be here.

      As if in confirmation of her words, Damian jumped from somewhere above. It turns out that he watched everything from somewhere from the ceiling beams, but prudently did not laugh, so as not to interfere with the natural development of events. He appeared just in time to finish off the guys who had already come to their senses and only slightly crippled by her. Blaise was unpleasant to hear the skulls crunching, but Damian could not do otherwise. He loved blood and death, he only liked a fatal outcome. Otherwise, he disagreed. Moreover, it was dangerous to let the witnesses live. They could tell someone that they saw her.

      Blaise unwittingly released the guy she was holding by the scruff of the neck. He sobbed softly, because he could no longer scream. She burned his face, lips and tongue. He had collapsed from his knees to the floor and was now lying on his back. It was she who disfigured him, and yet a minute ago he was a rather handsome blue-eyed blonde. Not anymore.

      «Did you bring them here?» she could not hide indignation.

      Damian shook his head.

      :They came themselves, looking for something to steal, this sometimes happens in unlocked houses.»

      She didn’t believe him. Even if not on purpose, he wanted this to happen. He had long planned to urge her to test her strength. So how could this happen by itself.

      «So why don’t you lock the door?»

      «I don’t have a key,» he smiled slightly and shrugged his shoulders carelessly, as if he hadn’t just killed anyone. «This is not my home, I just came here first…»

      «And you didn’t even try to expose them.»

      «I chose to leave this privilege to you. After all, you want to be in charge here.\\\\\»

      Was it a reproach or a mockery? Blaise glanced reluctantly at the floor.

      «And now we have three corpses here.»

      «Two,» he corrected her and pointed to the crippled guy. «You will make the third corpse.

      «No,» she was suddenly frightened. Not that. It’s one thing to fight, even to break somebody’s bones and disfigure their faces, but it’s quite another to kill. Until now, she has only watched him kill, but she has not yet taken the life of anyone herself. Even the thought of doing it with her own hands was unpleasant to her.»

      But Damian will not help her forever. Someday you will have to do everything yourself. But it’s too early. After all, these guys, no matter how mean and unpleasant they were, were not the ones who were her target.

      «You have to practice on someone,» her personal demon whispered to her, and his eyes flashed dangerously. «Otherwise, when you reach the decisive moment, your hand will tremble too.»

      He caught her fingers in the darkness and squeezed them reassuringly.

      «Prove that you’re not lying to yourself when you think you’re capable of killing out of hatred.»

      He left, whispering that he himself would get rid of the corpses. As far as Blaise knew him, he was probably hiding somewhere to watch her. For a moment Blaise didn’t know what to do, and then she noticed a short iron bar on the floor and picked it up. Probably, one of the three hooligans brought it with him, in order to use it in case of something like a weapon. This means that she can fully use it against one of them. Blaise glanced at the blond back of his head without any regret, threw away all sentimental feelings and dealt one strong blow.

      Fight me

      Damian didn’t lie, the bodies really disappeared pretty quickly somewhere. How did he deal with three at once? Does he really possess such superhuman powers? She did not torment herself with such questions.

      Blaise laid out newspaper clippings and summed up statistics.

      «My enemies. Three of them are leading in the ring, two are heads of powerful and influential organizations, one became the head of the mafia. Yes, even the holy spirit could not cope here.

      «But I could.»

      «Yeah,» she drawled with a sneer, but he was not offended. He didn’t even get upset. He just pushed the papers aside and gently touched her chin.

      «You underestimate me,» he looked into her eyes. «And yourself.»

      Since then, a devilish force has opened up in her. Since she met him…

      Damian caught her eye and squeezed her fingers lightly, as if a single current passed between their touching hands, charging the whole world with a stream of energy.

      He taught her, but the power comes by itself. Will this power be enough? Blaise turned her gaze back to the neatly arranged newspaper clippings. Her last night of normal life flashed through her flashbacks and Blaise winced. There was a crime that night, but everything that appeared after that in the press and news was at odds with the real events. The journalists faked everything like an accident. Or someone arranged it for them. Whatever was there, but everything went wrong, as it should have.

      Justice was silent, and she is going to take revenge by force.

      «I want to learn how to fight better than anyone, so that they fear me.»

      «It is possible,» he has already grown up behind her back, like a ghost, «it is not at all in strength, in rage, that is why I chose you, your desire to take revenge will be enough for the whole world and you are right, evil cannot be left without retribution, otherwise our the world will turn into God knows what.

      «Our world? You’re not one of him.»

      «But I am a guest here and I see that the house is not hospitable, what can I do, leave or change everything?»

      «Teach me.»

      «What if for this I demand your soul?»

      «What is my soul, I want to live, but you cannot live in defeat. I want revenge, I want to kill them all.»

      «Okay, I’ll teach you, Blaise, you deserve it, and before I take your soul, I’ll give the whole world to your power.»

      With one hand he grabbed her around the waist, and it seemed to burn her, with the other he squeezed her thin fingers into a fist.

      «To kill, you must hate,» his whisper rang out over her ear, like the fiery breath of a dragon. He seemed to open the gates of hell in front of her. And she had already seen fire, blood and pain. The pain of her enemies. With his first touch, she suddenly felt ready for battle. A miracle happened. Weakness and fragility disappeared. She felt strength.

      But what if he disappears? He seemed to breathe this iron power into her, along with the breath of fire. Being with him, she felt as if she was standing next to a fire-breathing dragon and he could burn her in an instant, but instead, on some whim, he was having fun with her. Teach her your techniques. Isn’t it all a joke. Is it the influence of drugs. Not a mental breakdown that paints these pictures in front of her. What if she wakes up and he is gone. The demon who demanded her soul.

      He admonished her, spurred her on, awakened skill and rage at the same time.

      «Hit harder! Forget you’re a girl.» He showed her how to make a fist and where to hit. She started to go out, but she was still a little shy. After all, he is not her opponent, but a mentor. However, he only laughed at her timidity.

      «Come on, stronger, it quickly heals on me… until you hate me, you cannot kill me.»

      Hatred! She had this beyond measure. She struck with all her might, but her fist sliced through the void. Damian moved elusively.

      «Concentrate,» he advised. «Don’t forget about accuracy. The one you are fighting with is also moving. And he can be behind you. Hurry up to warn his movements. Watch the enemy as if it were in your hands. Be more calculating, aim and strike.»

      Blaise turned, but it was already