Synching With the Devil's Son

Chapter 91

Lucien's P.O.V.

My father and I fly over the ground, hunting the men who I'm sure, by now, are now acutely aware there won't be any peace in their afterlives. We are speaking in our demonic language so if they can hear us coming, it will amp their fear up to another level. Our language sounds a little like when a record gets played backwards on a stereo, a lot of gurgling and clipped tones with a venomous resonance.

"Bella impressed me today," my father tells me. "She faced her attackers and cleared the polluted air around her soul."

"Yes," I reply. "She is amazing, and I love her, Dad. I want to spend an eternity with her. I'm not sure how that is going possible unless we live in Heaven, or maybe even Hell, when she dies."

He is about to say something to me when his attention is taken by Skylar who is running as fast as he can about two hundred yards ahead of us. "I'm going to go have some fun with this one, he seems to be more of a non-believer. You get the other one," he tells me.

I nod and focus my scrutiny ahead, looking for John. Ahh, there he is, hiding in a crevice carved into the face of a rock wall. I land about ten yards from the cave and start taunting him, first in English, then French, then Spanish, Russian, German, Dutch and finally Farsi. I can smell his fear, and when I get a little closer I ask, "Why don't you just give up and admit you are mine to toy with?" I hear him sob and I shake my head, stupid idiot. Like a viper, I strike, grabbing him and pulling him into the sunlight. "Ludicrous people, you always think you can get away," I murmur as I turn to walk back towards Bella, dragging him over the forest floor by his ankle. He struggles in my grip, but I ignore him. After about fifty yards of being dragged, I look down at him and sneer, "Not so fun when somebody is stronger than you, is it?" I pick him up by his belt loops and fly him back to Bella, dropping him from six feet above the ground at her feet. To her credit, she doesn't jump or scream. She just stares at him as he cries his apologies, blood dripping down his cut face. A moment later he's joined by his friend who is dumped from a larger height by my father. His face, neck and arms are also bleeding, but he isn't crying or apologizing for his behavior...yet. Bella scowls at them as we pluck them off the ground, turn them toward the forest and whisper, "Run," into their ears. John Henry is still crying when he lopes off into the woods, but Skylar is a tougher nut to crack, and he races back into the trees. No worries, he'll be blubbering like everyone else does eventually.

When we bring them back again, they are a little worse for wear. John's clothes are torn and bloody, and Skylar has a bright red knot on his face from where he ran into a tree to trying to avoid being caught by my Dad. This time Bella smiles evilly at them and says, "Having fun yet boys?" before we pick them up and tell them to run again. John doesn't run this time, only Skylar does. We ignore John on our way out to hunt his friend, he's walking slowly away snuffling and sobbing. We land on opposite sides of Skylar who is valiantly trying to make his way up the mountain. I jump out at him from behind a boulder and hear him swear loudly, changing the direction of his ascent. Then my father steps into his path and he trips, sliding about a hundred feet down the path he just climbed up. We both grab one of his arms and start flying him back toward Bella, pulling just enough to hear him moan in pain. Then we flip him upside down so his face and neck take the brunt of the branches and shrubbery we pass over, depositing him from a height of about eight feet in front of Bella.

"Accepted your fate yet asshole?" she sneers at him. Damn I love this woman. She kicks dirt in his face and tells him to run, but he's losing endurance. He stumbles back into the woods and we can hear him crying, praying to a God who has no interest in him. My Dad and I stay with Bella longer this time, morphing back into our human forms. We each grab a bottle of water, make some small talk, and determine this will be the last trip we will need to take into the woods. The men are broken, they've realized they're not getting away, and a sense of justice filters through my veins. I kiss Bella, tell her we will be right back against her lips, and we take off after our targets one last time. We're back within five minutes, I have Skylar and my Dad is carrying John. Neither make an effort to get up again after we throw them to the ground.

My father paces in front of them in his human form as he removes his torn shirt. The men look at him, agog, their disbelief he is the same monster that's been chasing them is etched on their faces until he starts speaking to them. "So, I think I have made my point, yes?" They both nod. "You humans always think you can take, maul, disfigure and ruin without any consequences. Well fella's, I'm here to tell you there are consequences for everything you do, it's just that most people don't find out what the repercussions of their actions are until they hit my gates. You two idiots have the fortune of sampling a small illustration of what I am capable of, so here is what's going to happen. You will turn yourselves in to the local police, serve your sentences, and when you get out, you will change the way you live your lives. Do not underestimate my ability to know what you're up to, I found you here didn't I?" They look at him in horror and then slowly start nodding their heads. "If I discover you've hurt another person, animal or insect on this planet, I will come for you and you will find out what purgatory really means." John is blubbering like a baby, and Skylar looks resigned to his fate as blood drips downs his neck, the collar of his heavily stained red.

Dad opens the back hatch of his SUV and grabs another shirt, sliding it on and buttoning it up. He looks at Bella who is clutching me tightly around the waist. "Do you feel vindicated, my dear?" he asks her gently. When she nods, he smiles softly at her, and finishes buttoning up his shirt before turning back toward our prisoners.