Synching With the Devil's Son

Chapter 89

Lucien's P.O.V.

After I say goodbye to Bella, Dad and I leave to find the two men ahead of us somewhere. We can move so quickly that we are invisible to the naked eye. Bella will have a lot of questions about that, and I smile when I think about all the things she's going to ask me. Dad starts giving me instructions in our demonic tongue, and in a moment we are within striking distance of our quarry who are blissfully unaware what is about to befall them. They are facing away from us, talking quietly, but I cannot hear anything except the blood rushing through my ears. We stand behind them, morphing into our demons, and gently tap them on their shoulders at the same time. They both yelp in surprise, but when they turn to see who's beckoning them, their yelps become silent screams. I know my Dad is more terrifying than me. He's got the whole demonic personality down while I never really cultivated my demon. Dad always instructed me to embrace that part of me, to rejoice in him and nurture him. I usually don't want him around, but in times like these, I wish I had practiced more. The look John Henry gives me makes me think I'm starting to perfect it though. My eyes blaze red, half of my face dissolves into a dark open gap between my orbital bone and mouth, my skin chars like it was once on fire, and my voice becomes so much deeper than I could attain without my demon. Dad told me I'm the lead on this one since I'm here to avenge Bella, so I start out casually, "Mr. Jonathan Jacob Henry, you and I are going to have a little chat," I tell him, making my voice raspy like I have a hundred snakes caught in my throat. He starts shaking his head violently, his mouth opens and closes but no sound comes out. I see him glance sharply at his buddy who is being held onto by my father, but when he sees the Devil in the flesh, he releases his bowels and bladder. I hold him away from me in disgust.

"That's no way to start a conversation," I tsk, shaking him a little. .

"Wh...wh...who...ar...are...you? What...what d...do...y...you want?" he stammers, unable to take a deep breath. If either of these guys has a heart condition, we will be having this conversation somewhere more convenient for us, where all of Hell can be let loose upon them.

I pretend to think a moment. "Hmm, who are we?" Then I turn on him and growl, "We are your worst nightmare, that's who we are. It's come to our attention you were the perpetrator of a sexual assault three years ago, June 29th, to be exact, in the little town of Pigeon Forge, Tennessee."

His eyes widen in horror, and tears erupt, falling freely down his face. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." he starts, but I interrupt him.

"No, I don't think so. If you were sorry, you would have turned yourself in to the authorities by now," my demon hisses at him. I grab him roughly and turn him so he can watch my Dad interact with his friend.

"You must be one Skylar Jeffry Schmidt," my Dad growls preternaturally, "I understand you were part of the same act on that very night." Skylars eyes are filled with fear. Dad's red eyes blaze with fury, his clawed fingers tear through the fabric of Skylar's shirt as he's lifted off the ground with one hand. My father's skin is red, blistered and full of heat, he has his Devil wings splayed out behind him, the clawed ends fold in toward his prisoner. There is no question about the identity of Skylar's captor, and in the next instant, Skylar goes limp.

"Did he just die?" I ask, nonchalantly.

My father shakes his head, "If only we could be so lucky. He just passed out."

"Hmm, could still be fun," I say, and we both chuckle evilly.

I feel John shift in my hands, and I gaze sharply at him. "I never did nothin' on June 29th. Whoever told you that is a liar," he whines.

I scoff and my father growls, "See, that's the thing you miserable piece of shit," he states, his voice becoming more heated and angry as he slowly walks towards us. "There is a celestial record of every misdeed you've performed since the day you were born, and THAT is no lie."

He takes a menacing step toward him, and John beings to struggle in my grasp. "Wait, wait, wait, please. I didn't want to hurt her, she was there alone looking all cute and soft. I'd been drinkin', and didn't think nuttin' of takin a little of what she was offerin'."

I can feel an internal rage pass through me, digging it's claws into my organs. "What she was offering?" I growl. "A woman alone, broken down on the side of the road at night was offering you something?" I hiss. "No, I don't think so. You raped her, then strangled her and left her for dead." My anger has been ignited, and it won't take much to raise it into a blazing inferno.

"No, no! I didn't strangle nobody. That was him!" he cries, indicating with his head a passed out Skylar lying on the ground.

"And Thomas Kincaid?" my father's demonic voice hisses.

John turns back to him with a look of confusion on his face. "What? Tommy? Nah, he'd just been drinkin' with us, tried to stop me from havin' a bit o'fun. Sky knocked him out cold."

"And you didn't think to listen to him before your friend was rendered unconscious?" my Dad roars, his voice reverberates through the trees. "You think raping a young woman then letting your friend strangle her was an acceptable response to finding her alone on the side of the road and in need of help?" The venom in his voice is enough to cause even seasoned demons to shake in fear.

"N...no...no sir," John sputters, his terror amping up. I move closer to my father and spread my demon wings, giving John a better look at who we are and what we're capable of. "Here is what is going to happen," I say, almost conversationally while I try to reign in my rage. "We are going to have a little fun with you, see how you like it." I tell him, shaking him until his head snaps back and forth. "Then we will take you to your victim and allow her to do what ever she wishes to your person," I cackle evilly and my father sneers at him while John shakes his head, crying.

My father talks over his mewling, and says, "One day, you are going to find yourself in my domain where no Earthly bound laws can prevent us from having even more fun. My demons and I will start this process all over again unless you are miraculously able to turn your life around and start helping people instead of hurting them. Do you understand me?" he hisses, his velvety voice slithers over the surfaces of the forest and echos back to us. John Henry nods, tears streaming down his face. I can smell his fear, and at that exact moment, I hear Bella scream.