Zemblanity

Chapter 22

Warning- Sexual assault

"I am not going to fight! This is pointless; Seraphina and I are way more than any of you can ever understand!" Azrozan screamed as he gazed angrily at his brother.

"It doesn't matter anymore Azra; the war going on outside doesn't care about what you two have, it's just bloodshed and nothing else." Abdiel reasoned with his brother.

"I will not fight." Azrozan said. He tried to move out of his bed but was stopped by Azazal's and on his chest.

"You can be a blockhead from here, no need for you to get out of bed." Azazal said as he gently pushed him back down.

"Most of us or all of us are going to die anyway Azrozan. Won't it be better that you die fighting for your clan instead of a traitor refusing to move a muscle for a damn girl." Abdiel tried again.

"I will not fight her Abdiel." Azrozan was resolute. Abdiel released a deep breath and looked at Azazal; as if asking for help. Azazal in response gave him a reassuring nod. Abdiel, without another word exited his brother's room.

"You know... fighting would actually make your chances of seeing her higher." Azazal tried. Azrozan didn't validate the ridicules attempt with an answer. Azazal sighed and patted his friend's knee.

"I will arrange a meeting with her." He promised Azrozan.

In her twenty years of life, Seraphina had never spent this much amount of time in her house. Due to the war and her involvement in the commencement of it naturally confined her to the house and mostly her room; in order to avoid people.

She sat on the floor just by the foot of her bed trying her best to ignore the gunshots and other weaponry sounds coming from outside. There have been multiple wars between the two clans but this one promised an end; end of one clan.

She was pulled out of her thoughts when her bedroom door opened suddenly. She looked up only to find Malachi Berretta standing at the door frame and staring at her with a strangely predatory look on his face.

"The fuck?" she voiced.

"Yeah, that quiet is the expression." He replied and entered the room, closing and locking the door behind him.

"Okay, what the actual fuck? Why are you here, uninvited I may add?" Seraphina got off the floor. Malachi stepped closer to her until he was close enough for her to make out the cigarette smell on him.

"You left with an Archfiend." He said.

"Wow, you're slow. Everybody knows that Malachi." She sassed. Malachi glanced at the floor and then back at the Berretta.

It happened in a blink of an eye and Seraphina had fallen onto the bed because of the force that Malachi used to slap the younger girl. Before she could react, Malachi mounted on top of her, holding her wrists tightly near her head.

"You think you can get away for these stunts you pulled so easily huh?" he gritted near her ear.

"You think you can cause a damn war and not be punished?" he continued.

"You think you can be a body to someone who isn't me and I will let you?" that statement made her spit right into his eye, loosening his strong hold.

Taking advantage of the lapse she tried to knee him in the groin and hit close enough for his grip to break completely. She managed to kick him off of her and punched him right in the throat.

She used the leverage that her punch gave her and managed to capture him in a choke hold as his hands wrapped around her arms choking him.

"I am not answerable to you for my stunts." She said.