I might be committed to enacting retribution, but I’m not obsessed to the point I can’t focus on anything else.
If someone had murdered either of them, I would do the same.
We’ve been friends for so many years that somewhere along the way, I started to think of them as brothers, but I forget sentinels aren’t angels. We share DNA, and that’s where the similarities end.
Sentinels grow up in the human realm without the strict training angels are given from birth. Still, I thought they’d come if I called.
They did the first few times you thought you found a lead.
These things take time… Not every adversary can be captured within days or even weeks. Sometimes you have to follow a trail for months, and even then, you might only catch them if they mess up.
My frustration is reaching an all-time high, but it’s better to know they aren’t as committed as I am. That way I won’t call upon them in a true moment of need only to be met with silence.
I’m just having trouble understanding how they can let Levi’s murderer go free without even trying to seek revenge.
Simon, Josiah, and Levi spent most of the last year together. While I was called away on assignment after assignment, the three of them were never apart.
Could something have happened to fracture their once close friendship? And if so, why haven’t either of them spoken to me about it before tonight?
My frustration morphs into fury as I think through every second of the attack I stumbled upon in the alley.
Hazel seemed even more out of it than normal, and I didn’t even have the chance to question her about the specifics of what happened before I found her.
If the incubus gave a fuck about her, he would have taken her home immediately following such a traumatizing experience.
Not brought her into a sex club to fuck her in front of an audience.
What she really needed was a warm bath and to be held while she cried. There’s no way she’s even had time to process the terror and helplessness after such a traumatic event.
If I knew then what I know now, I wouldn’t have left her side. My search was in vain, and that sets me even more on edge.
There’s no way to be certain the creature targeted the witch, but something deep inside me says it must have. It would be too much of a coincidence for that to happen by chance.
I asked Hazel for assistance, and in doing so, I put her on the creature’s radar. The thought makes my stomach tighten.
I won’t fail someone else who needs me.
I wasn’t there when Levi was attacked, and it haunts me still. Even months later, I haven’t come to terms with that loss.
The night of Levi’s death is a blur.
I’d just made it back into the human realm from Heaven. I reunited with Levi, Simon, and Josiah at a small bar in a town I’d never been to before.
The three were working as supernatural bounty hunters, and they had a tip their target liked to frequent that particular establishment.
I’m not even sure when Levi slipped away, but by the time we noticed he was missing and went searching…
It was already too late.
The first step was ruling out their original target. It quickly became evident that the ogre they were after wasn’t the creature who killed Levi, but I feel like I know less about this adversary now than I did at the start of my search.
It’s frustrating.
But I do know one thing.
I won’t allow Hazel to be cannon fodder in my mess. Just because the set of monsters in the alley failed, it doesn’t mean the creature won’t send other minions to get the job done.
That makes it my responsibility to protect her.
