Ungodly Chaos Book Three of the Ungodly Series

Chapter Twelve: Chaos Reigns

Emma pushed away from Bel. No, not Bel, this wasn't her Bel, not entirely. She kept seeing flickers of him in his eyes, but mostly something else was living on the surface, something else had taken over. She slapped him. The momentary sting stunned Bel, then enraged him, but Emma held her ground, hand raised to slap again.

“Don't make me put some power behind it this time.” She growled, skin turning grey. Her Demon Form manifested in front of Bel's eyes. A method of 'fighting fire with fire', one could say. In order to match his strength, she had to be similar to him, and the only way to do that was to match his Form. Suddenly Emma was grateful for the hulking beast of her Demon Form. “What is wrong with you?” She screeched, shoving at Bel. She had expected to be afraid, to be terrified of him, perhaps even cower in fear or run for her life. What she didn't expect was this anger. It came bubbling up from inside her, an insatiable well that she couldn't find a bottom to, and once let free, couldn't stop. “You attacked Phoebie! PHOEBIE!” She shoved him again, and this time he let her. There was something in his eyes, a small glimmer of remorse perhaps, that made Emma stop.

“Why did you do it Bel? She's my niece. OUR NIECE.” She whispered. This time she was certain of it, there was something hiding in the backs of his eyes. A tiny bit of him left, just enough that if she were to try, perhaps she might capture it... Bel gripped her by the arms, and then suddenly tossed her from him. She went tumbling through the air and just managed to right herself with her own wings and claws, shredding what she realized was the lawn of a deserted playground in the middle of a park. She'd never been here, and she was quite certain this place wasn't anywhere near her Aunt's house.

“You always wanted to visit the land of your ancestors. Here you are.” Bel snarled, then turned and paced away, his wings dragging the ground slightly. Emma was confused, looking around at the broken playground equipment. She followed Bel for lack of anything else to do. He paced away into a forest that looked old, but the trees weren't very big. But everything was green, crazy green in her opinion. Moss, vines, green things grew everywhere and Emma was flabbergasted. She felt her Form falling back to that of human as she wandered among the trees.

“Where.. are we?” She murmured. She wanted to reach out and touch some of the vast green that was everywhere. She could feel everything practically pulsing with life, but there was also death here. It was so quiet. Too quiet.

“This is the place your family first came to me to ask for my protection.” Bel responded without looking back. “That forest is long gone, many of the trees cut down for timber, or to make space for development, the occasional fire took care of others, but it was here that your family first made the Pact with me.” Bel spun around to peg her with his gaze. Until he looked at her, Emma was feeling sentimental, she had the thought that her Bel had brought her here to show her her past. But that wasn't the look he was giving her now.

“No Emma. I brought you here to remind you. You are mine. You belong to me.” He paced towards her and snatched her hand, making her flinch. “Can you feel it in your blood? Pulsing through you even now? I know you do, so there's no use denying it.” He ran a single sharpened talon down her arm along a vein, and the blood welled up immediately, spilling out onto the ground, which soaked it up immediately, as though it were a sacrifice meant for some strange altar. “You were promised to me by you blood, by your kin, and by your blood I Claimed you. By that Blood I've bound you to me, and by that blood you are MINE. You belong to no other. I own you. I own you body and soul. I own all of your line. Everyone that bears this blood. Including...” Bel ran his tongue up her arm. “Young Phoebie.” Emma jerked back and away from him. The heavy chains of their Bond were reasserting themselves, but they had never felt like this before. It felt to her like Bel was Claiming her again, but the Claiming was wrong. It wasn't done out of any sort of good will. There could be no mistaking the evil intent pouring from him now.

“And as my property, it is your family line's obligation to feed me when I demand it.” Bel advanced on her. “Provide for me as I require. Any one of you. While you are my own personal little pet, that doesn't mean little Phoebie gets to shirk her fair share of the burden, now does it? Unless you'd like me to go prey upon your Aunt? Don't think I didn't feel her soul awaken! She belongs to me as well!” Emma was backing up so quickly she almost knew what was going to happen before it did. Her foot caught on something in the ground and down she went. She tried to break her fall, but Bel was on her before she even landed.

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“Well don't ask me where she is.” Drawled the Chaos God. He slurped noisily from a plate of spaghetti that he had helped himself to from Lynne's kitchen. Of course he had made enough for others as well, not that anyone felt like eating except little Sage. He was, after all, power hungry, not selfish. But he had left an utter mess in the kitchen. At the mention of it, he merely shrugged his shoulders and pointed at his chest. “Chaos God.” He pointed out, then pointed to the mess. “Chaos.” Cern rolled his eyes and looked back at Luci, who was currently still unconscious, though his body had been moved to the couch.

“I thought you were following her Dark Energy around, whatever that means.” Cern growled. The Chaos God shrugged again.

“Was. Belial did something to block her from me. I'm not sure anyone could find her. Ask the kid.” He waved his fork at Sage and Cern raised an eyebrow at him in disbelief.

“I'll help you find her.” Lugus purred coyly from outside the door.

“Why don't you two go home? Or back to Hell? Or is that your home? Wait, where did your grandfather go?” The Chaos God c****d an eyebrow at Lugus and Lugus spun around swiftly.

“Son of a-” Lugus spat and disappeared. Cern sighed. This was beginning to be entirely too much. All he wanted was a simple life with his little Fertility Goddess.

“And that's your problem-she was never yours to begin with.” The Chaos God stated. Cern snarled.

“How, pray tell, are you in my head?” Cern's lip was curled back over his teeth as he asked. The Chaos God decided to be magnanimous.

“Chaos God. Whatever stirs things up a bit, I know.” He shrugged his shoulder again, and slurped more ropes of spaghetti noodles into his mouth as noisily as possible.