(Angela)

Most of the people in this world held onto their NAME as the most important thing in the world. And why not, their very existence was based on the it. It was their identity which was referred to by their friends and family, whenever they wanted their attention. Just a simple name, an identity, and it gave you a power of presence.

But I was more attracted in those without one… those people who did not have an identity, to be exact. Individuals who did not have any sense of existence… or rather they had no attachment to the world. All those helpless and smart, having no place to call their own. As for me… my sole purpose was to find such people. It was for this reason that I roamed in and over throughout the streets, trying to blend in with the commoners as much as possible. Just a reminder to everyone… that you should not go by my looks, because… I was a predator who loved tormenting the weak - a huntress of these stray animals.

Majority was unable to recognize me… at least not until their eyes met mine. This seemingly entertaining life of mine, always found out unique ways to keep me engaged in my own daily activities. And my daily activities were quite different to those commoners. Because ‌I had something unique ability inside of me, which was more than enough to capture the hearts of the mankind. I was like an incubus… charming from far away, but very deadly when nearby. Deadly… nightmarish… hellish… that can only be imagined in dreams, if at all.

I was unable to- rather I did not even try to contain the devil inside of me. I just let it roam freely outside in this dark and dreary world. The devil inside me was some kind of ray of light for the masses that I‌ dealt with… Dealt with because that’s what I did. Our encounters did not last for long, rather they were so few that they counted on one hand. Their response to take appropriate shelter from me, was rendered useless by their hyper arousal state. Even on the slight offset, that they knew the danger, it was already too late by the time they realized it.

They never in their lives could overcome their senses. My body… my thin waist, tight buttocks, my precious assets… was my life in one single sentence. It was my hunting equipment, my very own survival mechanism. It was like a double edge knife… my strong point, as well as my weakness. But it had to be such, in my line of work.

I was an agent for ‘Council of the Devil’ - a psychopath murderer if situation demands of it. An agent responsible to deliver the fantasies and fetishes of the targeted victims. The bosses behind me were the ones who delivered them on their way behind my back. But I knew it too well, and thus was held equally responsible. To be honest, I did not care if they died or survived, lived a day or a year, or even are brutally tortured before death. I did not care, simply because it was not required- rather forbidden in my field.

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I did this simply because it gave me a purpose. It gave me a chance to return to somewhere… A chance to have fun… A chance to live!

Sometimes I‌ would find handsome and dashing young man, but with a broken spirit of survival. And I specialized in taking something meaningful away from their pitifully devastated life. It was like an inherent skill of mine. A positive side was the chance to judge the quality of the item, if I ever wanted to. It all depended on me, where and whom to choose for the it. Usually I just plucked the flowers before they would perish, and help them to end their life of suffer and guilt, in a much quicker pace than it would have if I‌ left them all alone.

I was never a noble on his job, as I did take plenty of time to fuck their mind and body before letting them out into the hell for eternity.

I did not take pleasure in seducing first timers. Nope, it was not the job I required to do. My rich skill set lied in attracting charming and graceful men who outranked their peers by far. It was the reason for my exceptional value to my boss. Normally it was not easy… even a bit to find someone of such a caliber, capable enough but not in the spotlight, so as to not cause any disturbance in the city.

And I knew from my research that this city would not miss… not even a single bit, of our very own and precious Gary Hoffman.

An athlete turned alcoholic druggie, a man with a perfect body, but also with a miserable fate. A college dropout, a attraction for the defaulters and infidelity. He was a case of a drunkard, who could be seen on common streets around the world, but a face and body line which seem out of the world. A man with time in his hands, a youth… but without a future to share with someone. No hope, no dreams… just the perfect target I‌ wanted to meet.

At that time I‌ never imagined the rumble it would cause, once he enters the place he was about to land in. The world outside did not care for him, and I‌ wondered what worth he would bring once I lead him into the ‘Council of the Devil’.

Maybe the auction would break the record, at least I‌ had high hopes it would. Even if not, then also my boss would at most just beat and rape him, but let a pretty boy like him live… I‌ suppose.‌ Well, quite doubtful… but anyways, I was about to find it out either way.

I did not care a bit, because all I wanted was to start my game of chaos and greed.

“Thank You,” he mumbled. “For… helping me.”

The cab we were inside came to halt at the traffic lights. I looked at the driver who was not in a mood to give any regards to our monotonous conversation.

“Don’t mention it. You kept on shaking and stumbling, not looking well. So, how do you feel now?”

His eyelids opened and closed, trying to see the road but failing miserably to do it. And, his strong fingers pressed against his forehead, wanting to remove the headache that came wave after wave.

“I don’t know. Ah… a little sick, I guess? I seemed to have partied a little too hard last night.”

It may be the irony of the life for him, I‌ suppose. He had been irrational and idiotic throughout his life, and much of it he still is. Even having a masculine figure like that was only going to make things worse for him… worse than it was already.

He was wearing the same black jeans with blue hoodie that he wore at every outing. Outing with her ‘so-called’ friends. It was basically a red light district… a fucking club to be exact. I could have spent thousands if not more, just to get inside, and abduct him from there, but I restrained myself.‌ I could not threaten my existence with so many people beside him. It was outright risky. My allegiance to ‘Council of the Devil’ would have been danger.

The main head, Marvin Davidson, was not any easy person to get away with. She would click his teeth, and my pitiful existence would be removed for eternity. I thought that her assassination would leave me some space to breathe in. But I‌ was wrong big time. Because the one who took her place, her best friend, Hadwin Harris, wasn’t as intelligent as her. Marvin wasn’t killed, and recovery was still in proceedings, that were brought forth from her vengeance.