My Demon

14. The talk

The hours had passed relatively quietly. The always lively and unruly classmates had been quieter, although there was some laughter between classes, but nothing out of the ordinary.

The only problem was a certain grey-eyed brunet. He had been trying to get closer to Caeli and was more insistent on talking to her than he had been weeks before. At one point, it was bordering on harassment, because he wouldn't leave the brunette's side at any time -he had changed his schedule to talk to her, to be closer and try to reason with her, as well as try to get her attention-.

So, when the time came, the blue-eyed girl, who had had enough of the taller one, saw the man waiting for her on the stairs as she finished her lessons and headed for the exit. The girl stopped abruptly, and poor Caeli couldn't help but shiver a little, feeling the lump in her throat swirl and make it sting.

«Calm down Bellini. Calm down,» she whispered to herself mentally in an attempt to relax her fluttering heart, and after a few brief moments of taking a few slow breaths to relax, she looked straight ahead, and walked decisively towards the boy, who, upon seeing her, stood upright in his place so that he could look at her and talk to her.

Instead, when she was in front of him, before he could say anything, the girl interrupted him abruptly, putting a hand in front of his face to silence him. “Orfeo, that's enough. I want you to leave me alone, I need peace right now, I need to get away from you, to forget about you. And you won't leave me!” The brunet didn't change his expression, he only silenced the brunette with his silver gaze.

“Are you done?” He asked, raising one of his eyebrows and she snorted, rolling her eyes. “I thought so... Are you still hanging out with that guy?” Caeli's eyes widened in surprise. “Well, I'm telling you right now. You should stay away from him, he's not good for you at all, you're only going to suffer an-”. It wasn't possible, he...

“Are you jealous?” She asked incredulously at the demands her ex-boyfriend was making of her. She began to laugh quietly, shaking her head, it wasn't possible. “Seriously, you've been bothering me all these weeks, out of f*****g jealousy?”

She snarled, not realising that she had started to raise her voice. But the man still showed not the slightest change in his expression, though his white knuckles and clenched fists could not say the same, nor could the slight trembling of his body.

“My jealousy is another matter. I'm trying to warn you,” he said, and she was indignant at the moment.

The argument began to get louder and louder, and at one point the girl had begun to rant because she could no longer control herself.

She couldn't believe that this man had been chasing her all this time because of some silly thing like jealousy. It got to a point where she didn't even know what she was saying anymore, and it was at that moment that she felt her wrists being grabbed with some force and she abruptly stopped.

Her thoughts stilled, her lips sealed, and she slowly began to raise her gaze, watching as the brunet’s chest began to move slowly and heavily, as well as shallowly trembling. And when she reached his eyes, she saw in them an accumulation of sensations that she couldn't decipher at that moment. It had left her paralysed.

“It's not jealousy Caeli, I'm trying to protect you!” He said with fury in his words, hearing a slight whimper from the girl, he trembled, with contracted pupils, trying to control his emotions, he let go of the girl, observing a slight mark on her wrists. “S-sorry Caeli, I-I didn't mean to... f**k!” Though the answer was simple. She had never seen the brown-hair man like that, he never lost his composure, and the force he had exerted on her... surprised her to no end.

“And do you think I can believe you the way you're behaving?” She asked him more calmly, her voice lowered by the man's action, which had made her shrink in place as she stroked her wrists.

The taller one at that moment growled softly, listening to his thoughts and whispering a guttural ‘shut up’, and the shorter one took a step away, watching as he fixed his hair again and tugged on it gently, trying to calm himself so that he could fix his own clothes and shook his head.

“It's okay. It's understandable that you don't believe me,” he said, picking up his backpack again, which was lying on the floor.

“Thank goodness you understand,” sighed the relieved girl who shrank back and tensed in place at what her ex-partner had just said. He would never admit a mistake.

“But you should know. It's not good to hang around with demons, Caeli,” he said, looking at her in profile, a shuddering gleam in his eyes that stunned her.

“How do you know that?” She asked him in surprise and he was quiet for a few moments, until he turned without looking at her.

“I'm warning you Caeli. You'd better stay away from Thomirchotch. Or you're just going to find yourself in for a bumpy ride.”

He sentenced with a sovereign calmness as was his character, to start walking away from the girl, who could not have been more dumbfounded. Such was her surprise that she had dropped her backpack and could only say a couple of words about the situation.

“No, wait...” she whispered, knowing that they would not reach him, as he was too far away from her to hear her. Instead, believing that he would have, she had reached out her hand to try and stop him, but it was no use. For soon the cold-eyed one had jumped into a taxi and driven off, leaving the younger girl deep in her thoughts.

[...]

A few hours later, when the girl was already out of the prison in her head, sitting in the library, she looked at the time and gasped in fright and started to run to the café at the time she had arranged to meet her friend and her friend's partner.

«I have to tell her everything, or should I hide it? No, no! I'll tell her, this is too important to keep to myself. How does Orfeo know Tom? Tom didn't seem to know him...” She thought as she hurried through the crowds of people in the street to get to the café at the time she had arranged to meet her friend.

[...]

“She’s late," whispered the dark-eyed redhead, legs and arms crossed, her gaze glued to the clock on her phone and also, with her foot shaking continuously, tapping her knee on the wooden table over and over again.

Her partner, who was sitting right next to her, was staring at her with a nervous smile. She knew that when Akane was in that state it was best not to disturb her, but he couldn't throw Caeli to the lions like that.

“Don't worry. I'm sure she'll be here soon. You know she's taking a crash course. And having a demon in your life isn't easy,” he said, and his girl abruptly covered his mouth to look at him.

“Don't talk about it out loud. You never know who might be listening, it's best not to say anything too lightly. So, from now on, demon will be peach”.

“Peach?” The man asked quizzically, but she didn't answer his question. So all he could do was sigh and watch as the redhead sent the message to her friend, who was already 30 minutes late. “But this peach doesn't look bad, you know?”

“Yeah... I'm really surprised that a peach like that one is. It's so sweet,” said the woman thoughtfully, leaning on her partner's shoulder and the latter resting her head on hers.

“Not exactly sweet, but,” whispered the man evenly with his scattered thoughts, “he is somehow more gentlemanly to her. Perhaps I am mistaken, but, maybe…”

Before he could finish the sentence, the sound of the doorbell signifying that a customer had entered rang and the couple simultaneously turned their gaze to the door. Standing there with her hand on her chest and out of breath, was the brunette trying to catch her breath after the marathon she had run from the library to the cafeteria.

Caeli looked at her friend, and looked at the blond with a smile, waving with her trembling hand to begin to approach with the gaze of everyone in the place looking at her strangely for the appearance that the girl was carrying at that moment, who, not paying attention to them, sat down dropping all her things in a heavy way to sigh thankfully for the comfortable chair in which she was sitting.

“God, what a pleasure. And sorry I'm late Akane, I've had a little setback that has left me in shock,” she said with her head thrown back, the waitress having soon brought the coffees the writer had ordered earlier for when the blue-eyed girl arrived. And soon she carefully picked up her mocha to pour sugar in it, stir it carefully and take a sip, sighing gratefully. “Ah~, I really needed that,” she whispered with a soft smile.

“Well, then tell us, what was it that made you late for our date? Which we had agreed since yesterday,” the woman said still folding her arms and her leg shaking and tapping gently underneath the table.

The brunette took another slow sip from her cup and carefully set it down on the tender china plate that had been set out for her. She sighed and stared at her friend, who tensed momentarily under the younger girl's intense gaze.

“It was because of Orfeo. He... he knows Tom,” she said, and for a moment the whole place seemed to fall silent for the three young people.

[...]

Meanwhile in another, darker and gloomier place. A certain chaotic god stood outside his castle, in the farthest reaches of that machiavellian world, where not even hollow souls and soul-eaters dared to show themselves. A place where only the most brazen, ferocious and malicious vermin were to be found.

Walking with a calmness and composure worthy of him, though whoever saw him and did not know who he was, would believe him to be suicidal. But of course, being the god that he was, the respect and fear that his name had created throughout his kingdom and beyond in that world, how could he not be calm about walking in a dangerous area where he could be killed?

Well, asking that question in that way, perhaps everyone would say they would be scared. But as old as he was, with what he had lived through, how much he had terrorised, along with a thousand other things. He doubted too much that anyone would dare to attack him, unless they were an i***t, suicidal or...

“You,” the man whispered, sharpening his pupils to dodge hundreds of metallic feathers that had been hurled at the very spot where he had planted himself.

He formed a sword of darkness through his mana, its edge softly tinted a deep green, glowing brightly in the dark place.

Projectiles came from all sides, trying to strike the blow that would be his death or at least a grievous wound.

But to no avail, for the sword cut in half all the feathers that tried to kill him and stopped them. Of course, if it were not for his mastery of the art of swordplay and warfare, it would be of no use that his weapon could cut any object. Years of practice had given him cat-like reflexes and a hawk's eye. All he had to do was not to let his guard down a little so that the feathers would leave him half wounded.

Minutes passed, but the sniper showed no sign of appearing. He rolled his eyes and at one point failed to parry one of the feathers, which just happened to hit one of his reddish eyes, causing him to grunt and fall backwards. At the same time those feathers were thrown at the specific points to immobilise him. While the man grunted feeling his eye bleeding and the edge of the feather wanting to open the wound more.

“Are you happy now, Vephi?” He asked with a noticeable frown and soon he began to hear footsteps approaching him and grabbing his wrists plucking the feathers from his skin and eye. Letting the dark blood run down his clothes, his complexion, all as they encompassed the tattoos on his body. To growl as he was made to rise and kneel.

The sound of heels echoed in his ears, one more than the other since one was bleeding and his hearing was diminished.

And then, he saw white heels in front of him. The blue-haired man grunted at this and slowly began to move his gaze up the shimmering dress of the same colour -which clung to that beautiful figure- as the heels. It formed a slight mermaid train, and as you went up the cut was mid-thigh. Her arms and hands were covered by long gloves that took up a little more of her forearm, white with gold detailing on her back, the lower back peacock feathers still stood out closed but with a striking gold and platinum colour to them. Her faintly pronounced sweetheart neckline clinging to her voluptuous bosom and those sleeves that were held up by her arm so that the dress would not fall down as she knew that from the back a beautiful and pronounced cleavage was formed to be able to take out her feathers. Until he reached her neck, where a precious emerald pendant was centred on her chest so that when he went up, he could see those thick heart-shaped lips that he hated so much to be looked at with a mocking smile and above all those deep brown eyes that shone with intensity. And to put the icing on the cake next to her vibrant blonde hair, the plumage on her back was gently lifted in victory and mockery.

 He really hated that woman.

“Salve, Deum meum perditionis ut scriptura impleatur,” the fair-haired woman said with a sly smile as she gestured for her servants to drop the god at her feet and she squatted beside him and laughed, forming a poisoned dagger with one of her feathers that rose from her elbows and held it to the king's neck. “Ah~, you know Tuldirm, you take the fun out of it if you don't really fight like you know how,” she said with a calm smile and soon the god growled as the edge of the metal almost grazed his good eye to show his fangs to the woman. “Uuh~ the little panther is already showing its fangs”.

“Stop playing games and say what you want,”  he growled as he stood up and began to regenerate as he sharpened his gaze on the woman, watching her from above.

“I think you know what I want,” she whispered, moving dangerously close to the man who looked down at her from above due to the noticeable height difference. “Grant me the throne of this world.”

The man arched one of his eyebrows and soon smirked, causing the woman to shiver shallowly.

And before the demons behind him could do anything, they felt sharp claws pierce the skin of their necks and made them gasp almost voicelessly, green blood gushing from their wounds and into their mouths, weeping blood at the pain, as their veins glowed with the destructive power of the god, for along with the cut, they became corrupted, unchecked.

And little by little, their bodies began to crumble into dust.

The blue-haired one watched as those demons slowly fell, screaming in fear, screaming for mercy, but he had no use for them, he was not interested in the vermin that clung to his feet and begged to live and not disappear from the face of the cosmos.

But what they got in return was only a machiavellian smile that made them see why no one dared to face that powerful and feared god, who mercilessly crushed their heads slowly as they fell apart, allowing the brains of the monsters to scatter before disappearing and the peacock had to walk away so as not to stain her dress with the blood of what for her were and always would be, simple slaves and pawns.

The woman gasped softly as she watched the king's aura emanate that b********y that made thousands of kingdoms fall at his feet in sheer fear and she approached him to embrace him from behind and smiled, resting her chin on his shoulder to bite him gently.

“You cannot have my kingdom. Because with you it would fall into disgrace”. He said without reacting to the woman's gesture, who had a soft blush on her cheeks.

“Well, I will always want the throne of the demon world... and whoever sits on it,” she purred softly into the king's ear, who gently closed his eyes, feeling her slender hand gently cup his cheek and begin to draw him closer to her lips. Their breaths mingled, lips brushed, the blush was pronounced on the woman's cheeks and then, before anything else could happen, the man turned and parted from her to fix his clothes.

“You still can't get the throne and you still can't get me”.

“Oh, come on! You still haven't forgotten her?” She said, annoyed by the man's refusal. “I am better and always will be. We can create chaos and be the strongest in the universe with a simple snap of our fingers,” she said, standing in front of him who looked down at the woman with a green gaze. “I don't understand why you can't just forget and move on. It's so stupid to want to live in a memory that's gone. It's over, it won't come back”.

“I know that. And even so, you'll never be in my bed again. Accept it once and for all,” he said, carefully pushing the blonde away so he could start walking calmly, his hands behind his back and his gaze straight ahead.

“No. There were other years you wouldn't have rejected me like this. It's about that kitten of yours, isn't it?” She said with a sharp smile, looking at the man who stopped dead in his tracks. “You think history repeats itself, don't you my king?”

At that moment the woman felt as if she had been grabbed by the neck with a supernatural force that took her breath away and made her start kicking. She looked into the man's eyes, now red from the rage coursing through his body, and there an acid was coursing through her veins from the claws of the god of destruction and she scowled and bit down on his hand and stunned him, the glint of beautiful feathers distracting him long enough for her to get behind him and dig the tip of her heel into the lower back, she slammed him against a sharp rock, piercing his stomach, allowing it to melt from the substance of which some of his blood was made and the king fell to the ground, placing his hand in the area of the hole and began to vomit black blood.

The woman approached him and gently pushed him onto his back, and smiling, she sat astride him, not caring if she was stained with his blood, nor if he hurt her. And there she looked at him haughtily.

“It's not my fault your kitten can't devour his human's soul and that you're worried about it. See you Tuldirm,” she said and grabbing him by the collar of his suit, she pulled him in for a deep kiss that made the man growl and as he pulled away her, she licked her blood mixed with the king's. “And I hope next time it won't be to fight~”.

And just like that, after a blink of an eye, the woman was gone, as slippery as a rat.

“s**t,” he whispered quietly, for once again he had let her slip away.

There he could only sigh and let his body fall face up. But he didn't care, now he just wanted to turn off his mind, close his eyes and let death cradle him in its arms for a moment.

What those two gods who had just fought didn't know was that at that moment, a certain excessively curious being had listened attentively to the conversation.

“Huhuhu~, so that's why he was so annoyed and worried. Well, well, this is going to be fun. Maybe I should pay a visit to that cute human~”, it laughed and disappeared instantly, without helping the king, since he didn't seem to want help from anyone either.