"What is the deal about?"
Dion's question caught Hellestra off guard; she hadn't expected him to acquiesce so easily. It was evident that his love for Keyla ran deep.
A victorious smile graced her lips, accentuating her allure even further.
"It's nothing difficult," she began, meeting his gaze as she evaluated his reaction. "You just have to kill someone for me in hell."
Dion was taken aback by her proposition. "Kill someone in hell? That's absurd," he exclaimed, pausing to process the request before smiling skeptically. "I initially thought you were serious, but deep down, you're just another..."
Before he could finish his sentence, Hellestra opened the uppermost part of her dress, revealing a small knife hanging around her neck, positioned above the curves of her chesticles.
Dion swallowed hard at the sight, his eyes momentarily fixated on the knife before wandering to the captivating sight of her generous melons.
The allure of her voluptuous breasts was undeniable, inviting thoughts of indulgence and desire. The contents of those breasts seemed capable of quenching even a desert thirst.
"This here is a Soul Sword, capable of trapping the soul of whoever it stabs, erasing them from existence for good," Hellestra explained, as the sword vanished from around her neck and she covered her nakedness once again.
"Why.... don't you kill him yourself then?" Dion questioned.
Hellestra chuckled and began to pace around the room before responding, "That's where the problem lies. I am banished from Hell, and the only way to lift the ban is by killing him. With his death, I can assist you in bringing your beloved back to life."
Dion fell silent, his mind swirling with thoughts of the consequences of his potential actions.
"What did you do to get banned in the first place?" Dion inquired, but Hellestra's demeanor shifted at the question.
"Enough with the questions. Are you doing it or not?" she demanded, her voice dripping with authority.
Dion sighed, realizing that his expertise as an assassin had led him to this moment. Killing people for rewards had become his reality.
"Who is the person you want me to kill?" Dion asked, resigned to his fate.
"Captain Xalvador, of the 5th Hell," Hellestra replied.
"5th Hell? Hell has different compartments?" Dion wondered aloud.
"We have only 8 registered Hells, the rest are not well known," Hellestra replied, leaving Dion speechless.
"How... What if Keyla is not in the 5th Hell?" he asked, concern lacing his voice.
"Let me deal with that when you get your job done. It'll be a piece of cake," she said, assuring him not to worry about anything.
Dion placed his hand on his naked waist, contemplating whether he could really trust Hellestra.
However, every time he thought about Keyla lying dead, he reassured himself that he would do whatever it takes to bring her back to life.
"Where do I find this Captain Xalvador? Any regular spots or his address?" Dion asked, already planning how to eliminate him without wasting time.
"You can find him in the captain's office at the Extinguisher's Barracks," Hellestra replied.
"That should be easy. Where do I sign the contract?" Dion asked confidently, viewing the task as straightforward.
"You're quite a confident one, different from the rest. I like that," Hellestra remarked, commending the determination in his eyes.
Dion smiled at her praise, pleased that she believed in his abilities. However, her comment about being "different from the rest" lingered in his mind, leaving him pondering its meaning.
"You said, 'different from the rest.' Do you mean there were a few people before me?" Dion questioned, seeking clarity.
"Yeah, just a few unfortunate souls. I was a bit careless at that time. But right now, I'm upgrading things," she said as she walked sensually towards him, closing the distance.
"Upgrading things like what exactly?" Dion asked curiously, his questions relentless until he had a clear understanding of the situation.
"I was foolish to send them without an assistant, but your case will be different. I'll let you go with your past memory intact, plus a change in the way we sign the contract." As she spoke, there was a subtle change in her demeanor as she bit her lower lip before continuing, "I can decide that you come back and renew your contract every week."
Dion scoffed before replying, "Then I guess there won't be any need for contract renewal as the job will be done before a week," his voice oozing with certainty and faith in his skills.
"Very well then. Sign your contract," she said, pointing at a small white paper on the large table behind him.
He looked around but found no pen. "I can't find a pen. How do I sign?" he asked, puzzled.
Hellestra sighed and said, "Just when I thought you were a smart one, but you've disappointed me. I believe that will be your pen," she said, pointing at his member.
"Uhmmm, it...," Dion attempted to explain that it seemed not to be responding since he entered the realm, but it was as if she had understood him.
"Want me to offer some help?" she questioned.
"That will go a... long way, I believe," he said wryly.