𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐁𝐔𝐒: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐋 [𝟏𝟖+]

ix. nine ||

IX. NINE
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SCARLET
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"The Towers are on the move. The activity has increased since we took the boy and word is they're going to attack." I hear a deep voice as I open my eyes. I turn on my back and I huff in exhaustion, wincing once I feel a sharp pain in my lower back.

"Do you think we're in any danger?" Zeke's voice causes me to rise from the bed, their voices comes from the living room.

"They have a lot of well trained troops, a lot of hybrids which means they will bring a lot of skills and powers. They have Faes, Vampires, Shifters." Satan's tone sharpens with annoyance. "I'm more concerned about the mother, we can't find her. We've tried. If she has any angel companions, especially if they're mass in numbers, that will be our weak point." He explains, for the first time he seems worried and it gives me confidence that we'll win.

"The girl, you need to cut contact with her. I feel she's a liability. The spells don't seem to work, not even the rituals. I fear she's going to turn at the last minute. I'm not quite for sure why or how she can hold her memory." I lay on my back just in case if I have to pretend to be asleep. Finally, it comes from the devils mouth itself. Zeke did try to steal my memory, successfully so. I don't remember or feel anything but just because I can't remember it don't make it untrue.

They fucked with my mind so they could use me to kill my own people. "You think she remembers?" Zeke sounding highly anxious. I can already imagine him running up here to make sure I'm not doing anything. "She hasn't acted like she remembers anything, it's nowhere near like last time." So there was a last time.

"I want to let you know you need to be delicate with her." Immediately my mind begins to race, I don't know why this is coming from the devil himself. "No more bullshit." His father grits.

It grows eerily silent and the hairs on my neck stands up, he knows about Zeke hitting me. Why would he want Zeke to be docile? Why would he want to protect me? "As much as I hate to say it, my time is coming to an end here. I've spent so long here I'm not even sad to leave really. Alaska and I are well, the sex is nice and I just wanted you to know that your time is coming." My stomach twists, I've never heard the man be so genuine before.

"Is she going with you?" Zeke asks him, their voices nearing my bedroom. I slowly lay down on the bed and close my eyes, wondering how long they'll hover me and talk about me.

"Yes. She's not your mother but she'll do. That's the thing with all of this, you have to be okay with killing the woman you love most." My eyes fly open, what the fuck is he talking about?

"Morning." I flinch when I notice Satan's dark eyes staring at me. Zeke is standing in the doorway with a strange look on his face. My stomach growls and his eyes land on it. "You need to feed her." They pass one another a look of certainty, I silently watch as Satan turns on his heels and opens the closet door Zeke pulled me through when he took me shopping. Low growls and hisses echo from the darkness. The moment he turns his head and looks inside, the growls and hisses come to a complete stop.

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Blood. It's never tasted this good before, at first I peer down at the liver on my plate with a little disgust. It was an organ but the moment Zeke sits in front of me and tells me that it is okay, I wolf it down with a blush.