The Devil's Angel

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧

"You can push the past to the back of your mind or try your best to forget it, but it will always be with you. especially when you have scars on your body to prove it. - Diavolo Castillo"
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Diavolo Costello

The walls were cement, cold, and full of cracks. Blood was splattered on the walls.

There was no light to be seen other than the dime light coming from the cracks in the door. Weapons were placed on a table at the side of the room. Throat cutter, knives, guns of all kinds sitting on the table.

My body was shaking, my eyes were glued shut. I couldn't open them any longer. My arms wear above my head chained to the wall, my feet just barely touching the wet ground.

I slowly opened my eyes, seeing the blood that was dripping onto the ground every few seconds. I could feel the cuts on my hands from the chains holding them, dripping in the mixture of blood and water below my feet.

I feel like I'm in a daze, the feeling as if I had drunk too much alcohol. My tongue felt large as if pressed against the back of my teeth, and the taste of blood filled my taste buds.

I try to move but the pain circulating in my body is enough to make me cry in pain. I can feel the deep cuts that line my back, the bruises that covered my body, the tingling sensation of the kicks that were thrown to my ribs. My lip was busted, I could feel the warm blood trickle down my chin down to the cement floor.

My heart was beating fast, my vision was blurry, my head felt as though it weighed one hundred pounds.

I was just about to fall back into the wall when I heard the sound of heavy loud steel toe boots make it way closer to the door. They got louder as they got closer. Eventually, they had made it to the door, the cracks in the door where you could see light were no longer there.

The door was forcefully slammed open making me jolted on my stands. Two men walked into the room, the first man was smiling wickedly as he inched closer to me, he wore an expensive looking suit, a nice watch, and had dirty blonde hair. The second man was shorter than the first, with the same outfit, but with an eyebrow piercing. He had light brown hair and was standing behind the first man.

The first man came closer to me, giving us only a few steps away from each other. "How are you doing this evening?" He chuckles and looks at the brown haired man. He too is laughing. He looks back up at me. Before I could detect it the man's hand came flying out of his pocket and making contact with my already bruised and beaten face.

"That's enough, both of you."

A man dressed in a suit enters the room. A shadow across his face till he walks into the room.

My father was standing before me with a brief smirk plastered on his face.

"You sick fuck how could you do this to your son. What have I ever done to deserve this."

"Simply you being my son is enough for me." The men in the room began to chuckle at my father's comment. "Release him from the chains, let him lay on the cold hard ground for a few hours. Then two men walked over to me and grabbed the chains attached to my arms, unlocking them. Immediately my body hit the ground, making me cry in pain.

My father makes his way to me after giving his men a nod indicating that their presence was no longer needed. His Face is going in and out of the side as the ghostly shadows cast on his face. He squats to my level, smiling.

My cheeks are pressed against the cold hard ground and for just a moment I felt my body begin to relax. That all changes when my father grabs my hair pulling my head up to meet his eyes. "You're pathetic."

He then begins to laugh, dropping my head back onto the ground. However, I didn't think it was funny. I used all the strength I had left to grab a sharp piece of metal that was laying a few feet away from me. My father was just about to turn around and leave but before he did I took the shaft piece of metal and jammed it into his leg pulling it down his calves to his ankle. He gasped out in pain clenching his leg and pulling out the metal that was sticking out of it. I look up at him with a wicked smirk on my fast just enough that he is shaken by my sudden move.

"The only pathetic person in this room is you, a pathetic excuse of a father." His eyes became dark and the last thing I remember the last thing I felt was the noise of my rib being cracked and my screaming that filled the hollow walls. Everything after that was darkness.

I shot up from the bed. My back presses hard against the bed frame. Sweat covered my face, my heart was beating at rapid speed, my body was shaking. A single tear awaited my eye. I felt as though I was sitting in a room full of fire. It took me a minute to adjust to my surroundings.

I looked to my side to see Aurora holding my four arm looking very concerned. "Kai, it's ok." Her soft tone floated through the air. My body was still shaking.

That night was one of the worst experiences in my life.

I got out of bed and walked to the bathroom. I splashed cold water on my face trying to call the fire that was consuming my body.

I heard the door squeak open. Aurora was standing there staring at me. She walked closer to me, extending her arms.

Her small frame wrapped around me holding me in a tight hug. Her arms were wrapped around my neck as she rubbed my shoulder. She had to stand on her tippy toes because of my height.

I can even remember the last time I was hugged.

No one ever comes close to me, unless I'm killing them.

I felt her push my arm. "Hug me back." She whispered softly in my ear. I gave in, wrapping my big arms around her small body, caging her. I felt her smile on my chest.

She smelt like vanilla, it was calming.

She went to release from the hug. But I couldn't help but hold her harder.

My face was buried in the crook of her neck. A few minutes passed and we let go of each other. I leaned down and kissed her forehead. She smiles at me. "Can we go back to bed, it's cold out here and it's like only 5:00 am?" I motioned her through the door.

"You sleep, I'm going to go work." She gave me an angry look that caused a smile to creep on my face.

She looks so cute when she's trying to be mad.

"No, I want to sleep with you." I chuckled at her and she crossed her arms. "I'll come and lay with you." A smile instantly appeared on her face. She grabbed my arm and pulled me over to the bed.

She let go of me and pulled back the covers getting in. She started patting the bed for me to come and lay.

I soon followed laying next to her. As soon as I did she climbed on me tangling her legs with mine. She rested her head on my bare chest. I moved her hair to the side. "Angel, this bed is huge yet you decided to lay on me?" I asked with a smile on my face.

"Because you are comfy and warm. She looked up at me. She twisted her body in the opposite direction getting off of me. I grabbed her body, pulling her back onto me. "I wasn't complaining."

I ran my hand down her back. I felt her body start to relax and soon fall asleep holding me tight.

She feels safe around me, yet I'm extremely dangerous.

I laid with her watching as her breathing made her body move up and down on my chest. And how she would twitch every few seconds.

She is a rare beauty, my beauty even if she doesn't know it.