Bleeding Demons: The Dark Bloods - Book III ✓

Chapter 9 - Bathed in White

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9.

Bathed in White

The front door of Verden's little house was open. The sight of it spiked Mundus' stroll into a run. He didn't understand why. It was just a door. If anything, that little girl with her irritating affection towards Gahn had probably left it ajar when she had raced out of the house, Verden chasing after her, yelling at her to slow down. But there was a sharp, twisting pain in his chest, like his heart was caught in a bear trap.

When Mundus entered the small home, he saw a familiar, short man with a buzz cut by the doorway. Mundus would've ignored him if it wasn't for the gun he held in one hand and Reyna's arm in the other. He had only seen a few guns in his life, but he understood their power...against mortals. It was a weapon he had no fear towards, but now with the Mahou's disappearance, a thread of worry wrapped around his spine.

Mundus' eyes narrowed, fangs exposed. He had to get Reyna away from Guerrero.

The man noticed him, and turned to face the demon, swinging Reyna to stand by his side. She gave Guerrero a glance before her sights rested on Dante. That was when Mundus noticed his father was in the room as well.

"What goes on here?" Mundus asked.

"I had hoped you wouldn't come," Mr. Guerrero said under his breath and sighed. "I guess it can't be helped. Most of my people here actually like you and your friend with the blue hair, but some of you"-he motioned towards Auronmar-"make them nervous, especially with the attacks that happened since you arrived."

Auronmar walked up to the leathery looking man despite the gun that was now pointed at him. Mundus tensed as he saw his father stand before the human, tower over him. The air smelled of Auronmar's authority. His demeanor drew people's heads to the ground, and the regal sheen in his eyes had a life of its own that silently commanded when it was allowed to look upon him. Standing in the room before them all was Auronmar, the Demon King.

Mundus gave a small grin, or as much as he dared to under Auronmar's fierce presence. Foggy memories of his childhood played in the back of his mind. He had always been fascinated-proud-by his father's ability to flaunter his power through something as simple as a stance.

"You know the truth of our situation. It is your own as well, Guerrero. There is no reason for your presence here or your gun. Leave." Auronmar's leer intensified with each word.

Mr. Guerrero wavered for a second, and the gun lowered along with his dark eyes. He licked his lips and then his head snapped up, the firearm was pointed at Auronmar. "You expect me to believe that humans and demons are balanced? That the very monsters that killed my family and friends share a bond of any kind with humanity?" His Spanish accent grew heavier with his anger.

Auronmar stared at the man before him and Mr. Guerrero faltered for another second. Reyna took that opportunity to pull away from his grip. Mundus was relieved to see her scramble away, but when Dante placed a protective arm around her, his heart sank again. Still, it was better than having her next to a man with a gun.