The Sacred Seven

Chapter 13 - There is Always Quiet Underground

Tom stared into empty space, feeling nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

His mind didn't want to process what had happened. It was incredibly difficult, even for a person such heartless as himself.

Or maybe...maybe he wasn't such cold hearted in the end. Maybe...it was all an act. A shield he protected himself with. It was the mask Lillith lacked during the celebration, one, that couldn't be taken off unless desired to.

He remembered her eyes so vividly. The coffee brown irises allured him so much, he often found himself mesmerized, thinking about them during the darkest hours of the night.

How badly he wished to see them flutter.

But he didn't.

They were closed shut.

Tom was sitting in his armchair for hours, just staring into nothingness. He had to do something. He needed to feel something.

A distraction.

And he knew where to find one.

With a simple mental message, a familiar face appeared in the room out of thin air, smirking.

"Shall we?" he asked, a sadistic glint in his eyes.

Tom wordlessly rose from his seat, following him deep underground, into the farthest, deepest dungeon. They stepped inside a dark room simultaneously with the mirrored version of his companion, who was dragging behind a male figure in an iron grip.

"I brought the cake," Mattheo announced, flinging the wizard into the room. He stumbled over his feet, almost landing, face first, onto the floor.

"Got the cherry," Gabriel grinned, glancing at Tom who was staring at the boy like the death itself.

"What the hell is this?!" Jan snarled, looking between the three with a mad look.

Tom couldn't get his eyes off him.

"I heard what you did," he spoke calmly.

"I did nothing," Jan growled, fisting his hands.

However, his body language betrayed him. He was lying so obviously. Cold sweat pearled on his forehead and his shoulders were heavily rising.

He was nervous.

His rancid eyes paced between the twins in panic, and he started yelling at them, accusing them of being untrustworthy.

"I don't know what they told you, but they are lying! I did nothing!"

Tom grinned to himself.

"I don't like when people touch my property," he stated finally, taking a dagger out of his belt. "Especially the beautiful one."

Jan paled.

"I didn't touch anything."

Tom laughed, a sick, evil laugh. He watched him with eyes filled with bloodlust, the stare so intense he felt it burn through his soul.

Jan fell to his knees, feeling his heart race. It was his turn to experience the wrath of Tom Riddle.

"I also dislike liars. Especially because they are pathetic enough to believe I won't find out."

Tom circled him like a predator, thickening the tension in the rotten air.

"I let you mess around in the academy, because I couldn't let the cover slip for my fiancée's safety, but you dared to intrude the private chambers of house you were invited to as a guest and you dared to put your filthy fingers on something that doesn't belong to you."