Graves' POV
When I leave Ares' house, I feel better than before, the dark thoughts from before locked away in a box, my usual cool demeanor back in place as I head towards my car.
I unlock it, and slide into the smooth interior, starting the engine before I pull out of the parking space and head towards the apartments I live in when I'm staying in Enchanted Territory. The drive doesn't take long, many of the side streets packed with block parties and sounds of fights and games.
This part of the Territory is lively and thriving, full of young Enchanted, Daemons, and Vampires alike relishing in the negative energy flowing through the streets, creating more and more as they enjoy each other.
Finally, I make it to the apartment complex, the clock on the dashboard showing just after ten. I hop out of my car and open the trunk to grab my duffel bag before closing it and locking my car.
I jog up the stairs to the second floor, unlocking the third door on the right before heading inside. In the main room and kitchen, there's magazines spread around, a few bands and paraphernalia on the wall, a few clothes strewn about. Exactly what you would expect from a bachelor my age.
And yet when I look around I can't find one thing that means shit to me. Nothing that talks about the person I want to be.
I frown to myself and shake out of my pity party, knowing that what's done is done and there's nothing I can do about it now. I cling to my duffel bag as I walk down the hallway and towards my room, my large king size bed taking up almost all of one wall, my dresser right beside my.
I fling the bag on top of the dresser before opening the top drawer, pulling out a black button down shirt . I open the duffel bag and pull out my slacks, boots and belt. I quickly strip from the leather jacket and skinny jeans and settle into the new clothes, slicking my hair back into a ponytail.
I grab a few of my rings from my bedside table and slip them on to my fingers as a silent 'fuck you' before grabbing a coat and walking back towards the front of my apartment.
I check the watch on the counter as I go to slip it in my wrist, and sigh when I see that it's almost ten thirty.
God I hate these nights.
I slip out of the door quietly, leaving down the back stairs instead of the front, slowly pulling myself into the shadows until I'm nothing but a flicker of movement along the wall. Pulling from the power in my core, I pull myself through the shadows until I become one, settled slightly between worlds for a moment the space feeling like an endless stimulation tank. I focus on where I want to go, and feel myself being tugged in that direction until I'm pooling into the shadows outside of the Daemon Castle down in the Underworld , the realm between Earth and Hell.
I look around and spot the blood red sun settling over in the distance, the sky a murky reddish grey, the trees around me dead, though they stand tall and proud.
I fix my clothes before walking towards the gate. I pull a pocket knife out from my coat, and slice my thumb along the pad of it. I press the bleeding thumb against the handle of the door before pulling it open.
Only pure blood Daemons chosen by the King can open this door, the heavy metal door swinging open eerily silent as I step through.
It closes behind me slowly, the click sounding deep and final.
I walk through the dark hallways, the long corridor cloaked in darkness and shadows, faint whispers coming from the blackened corners, figures moving within. I pass all of them, striding confidently past the cursed Daemons that went too far.
I finally arrive at the door and take a deep breath before I open it and find two men inside, both on opposite sides of the room, never looking at each other. Just as it's been our whole life.
I past but the younger man by the fireplace and approach the broad man sitting in the large chair behind his desk, both princess of furniture large to fit his inhuman figure. "Hello." I greet him, my back straight, muscles tight as I stand before him. He turns towards me, his body cloaked in a thicker darkness than everything else in the castle. The shadows of damned souls clawing to get out of the misery but they only get drawn back in.
"You're on time." Is all he says, and I clench my teeth in annoyance before nodding my head.
"I said I would be." I tell him coarsely and I see his nostrils flare but before he can correct me someone else does.
"Damn it, Jordan. How hard is it for you to respect our damn father?!" I hear behind me, pure rage in his voice and I feel my eyes flash before I turn towards him with my fists clenched.
"Don't fucking call me that, my name is Graves. He's your father. You care so damn much about how I talk to him but never did you ever give a fuck about what he put me through. You can kiss his ass if you want to, Silas, but both of you can die in fucking hell." I sneer at the man in front of me.
A long time ago, Silas and I used to be close even though Father always gave him shit and pressured me. After a while though, Silas changed. He started becoming just like the man he claimed to hate.
Not only did I have to deal with the darkness of my father, the most dark man in the world, but my brother as well who's hatred was nothing but a lie. And he ended up as Fathers favorite and next in line for Daemon King, the title we both said we hated so much.
He's nothing like I thought we was. He's just like Father. A deceiving, evil, dark bastard who will do anything to get what he wants. That's not someone I could ever call my brother.
Silas stiffens from the impact of my words, but I don't care, turning heel to head towards the door, not caring if they get mad or not.
"Jordan." I hear father call, but I don't turn back, just knowing that the two of them would forget all about me and move on to their next sick evil scheme that I want no part in.
"It's Graves. I won't remind you again." I say before leaving the door, slamming the door behind me without a second thought.
I melt through the shadows and come out in Enchanted Territory near one of my favorite clubs. Now, let's see just how many bodies it takes to erase that encounter for at least the night.
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Yes I know it was a big bomb to drop and I just told you a lot of information. First thing, this is before what happens in Ares book bc if you remember Cora and Graves meet the same night Ares and his Kitten did. Graves is full Daemon and not Enchanted as he claims. His father is the Daemon King and his brother is Silas. Silas' stand alone book, If You Knew is gonna be really important to this story. You can read it now, or wait until it comes up in the story.Thoughts?
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