Herald of Vengeance

Twillightoria, Here We Come!

Standing above Razor's dead body, Hermes hoped he would not come back to life by any magic again. That he would just stay dead this time.

But he needed not worry too much. Whatever miracle happened the first time, it was hardly possible now.

This time, he made the stab by himself. And he made sure he felt the blade reach the deeper compartments of his heart, twisting and turning to ensure certain death.

Also, he could perceive the smell of poison on the surface of the dagger. Surely, Razor was now gone forever, and nothing could bring him back.

While he remained fixed over the dead body, a ring came from Razor's phone which was lying dead beside him.

Picking it up, Hermes could recognize the voice he hated most in the world.

"Razor!" It said, "I hope you did a great job. If so, you can count yourself a free man now, and you have no reason to go back to prison. You'll also be rich, I'll make sure of it..."

Derek would have continued to express his gladness at a job well done if Herme