Demonio

Chapter 2

Layton POV

'You failed your mission' he hissed with anger and frustration in his tone. oh no he's going to flip.

'yes. But there was a few implications alon-' before I could finish my sentence, I was suddenly slammed against the wall when a hand slithered around my throat, slowly crushing my air ways. Standing on my tiptoes I desperately  gasped for slow, deep inhales of air. I stare into his red filtered eyes.

'you could've been killed because of your recklessness.'

'but I didn-' a tear unwilling escapes my face.

demonio: why are you letting him do this to you. KILL HIM!

'you need to control her ' he continues with a glimmer of sincerity. 

He slouches abruptly like he had just been shot in the stomach, losing his posture as his eyes flicker rapidly, confused on what colour to stay on.

 'ugh, are you okay, mija I know you hate failing missions, it wasn't your fault they had a tracker in his damn shoes. I just think you should start to contain 'our issue' properly, your gonna take over this all and your already doing so much to keep your mamás wish alive.' 

Okay now his change in emotions is starting to give me whiplash. He has always been better at handling our issue - he can actually control his actions and make the red disappear but me on the other hand can barely stop myself from killing anything that even slightly annoys me. It's like there's something that possesses me, like a demon.

'pfft. you are one to talk about controlling it, your eyes are redder than the blood massacre I created today..' I sarcastically replied, completely ignoring his rage and heartfelt words. His eyes faded to his normal soft brown as he slowly released his grasp, his eyes full of guilt and sympathy. 'I'm sorry mija (daughter), I don't want to lose you both' he says now eyes filled with tears. i've never seen him so vulnerable.

 'It's your fault anyways, Father.' I left the tension-filled room quick enough so no one could witness the mess I will create, my eyes bloodshot red and a few tears running down along my face . Thats the problem with having a devil call for your every move because you can never express your emotion the way you want.

'fix your damn genetics' I murmured under my breath still loud enough for him to hear. 

He shot his head so fast in my direction I'm actually surprised his head didn't fall of, and I ran out the room, huffing and puffing through the marble engraved hallway feeling the wind run through my body but not enlightening my body so it felt like I was flying, it burnt like my skin was being scraped off and melted with fire over and over again. I had the the sudden urge to kill and anger clouded my mind. I need to let out some steam NOW. I ran, bumping into James' hard rock body and tumbling to the ground, he helps me off the ground almost scared to grab my hand, noticing whats happening. He automatically winces when he touches my blazing hot skin

'la- lay' he barely got the words out and was responded by a growl, but not from me, from HER.

'LAYTON! thi- this isn't you.' he stuttered. He softly cupped my cheeks in his hands no longer acknowledging the painful, scorching heat of my cheeks.

demonio: 'don't listen to him- FINISH HIM OF--'

'please Layton, me, your papa and mama are so proud of everything you've done.' he watches me closely with reassuring eyes. The red disappeared.

'good princesa, Lo estás haciendo genial' (good princess, your doing great)

my grip on his shirt loosens as I start to regain my usual state.

'I- I do--' I manage to get these few words, rapidly wheezing to recover my loss of oxygen

'lets get something to eat princesa, we'll talk about what happened after.'

sorry guys for the shorter chapter!