“They say he is a demon, sire, and his mark means death. They say no door can stay him, nor weapon harm him.”
Eon considered the red snake coiled beneath the skin of his left palm, like a tattoo, where yesterday there was nothing. “Who say?”
Rutledge blinked. “Sire?”
“Who say this? A simple question.”
“Well. People. Rumours. Gossip.”
“Ah. Those most reliable sources.” Black fire flickered gently in Eon’s palm, burning the snake away. “Leave the castle gates open, the windows unshuttered. Let this trickster come. Let him meet a true demon, before I make him eat his own heart.”
Author bio: John Xero enjoys a challenge but firmly believes fighting demons and assassins should be kept to the page and not indulged in for reals. He writes a little, edits a little, and has recently started making a little music too.
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Assassin is part of 101 Fiction issue 15.
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