The Devil's Guard Dog

Chapter Four: Conflicting Souls

"We need to get out of here..."

"No shit, Sherlock." Dicaius grumbled, laying on the floor, still in the same corner and now curled up around himself as I sat across from him, nibbling on the food I'd been given.

If I had to take a guess, I would say that we were there for at least five days since I'd arrived. The only reason I came to this conclusion was because I was served food five times, and the servings weren't exactly close together.

Things hadn't exactly been exciting with him. We made small talk, more playing a game of twenty questions, or a little quid pro quo, so to speak. However, I was learning a lot from him.

I told him everything he wanted to know about my girlfriend, and I was shocked to find that he was actually genuinely interested in what happened. Apparently, for his kind, they have no concept of gender or relationships with one another, only living in larger groups and getting their cravings for conversation, or what he calls "physical indulgence" that way. Just by being close to others, everything they crave from contact is easily sated. He may not have openly admitted it, but I think I was starting to understand why he didn't just kill me. The dude was lonely.

I asked him about the cultists a lot as well, and apparently, they call themselves, "The Followers of the Dead Sun." In a sense, they believe that they can achieve a sort of Ascension by bringing these creatures to their world and giving their bodies up as hosts. However, as Dicaius had said, there can't be light without darkness, and because they were trying to grasp at something so pure, they were not only risking bringing something dark and horrid to our world, but had corrupted themselves in the process. What started out as something good, had now turned into, "believe or die." A forceful oppression they not only forced on people, but on the entities they were trying to bring here.

This was why originally; they only took killers and criminals for their rituals. But over time, they just stopped caring all together, and were now no better than the people they brought here, if not worse.

Even though we talked a lot, Dicaius and I had a bit of a problem with one another. It wasn't anything that really had reason behind it, at least not that I could tell, more a matter of our personalities clashing, and because of that, over the days, we were quickly getting on one another's nerves.

Now that I wasn't as afraid of him, if I'm being completely honest, he was a bit of a dick. You would expect a cryptic being to be refined and of higher intellectual substance, and yes, to a large extent he was incredibly smart, but on the attitude and disposition side of things, he was just an asshole. I couldn't honestly tell if this was just him normally, or if he didn't like me in particular, could have been our situation as well, but staying locked up with him for this long was starting to get to me.

I'm not a confrontational person, but that doesn't stop me from having my moments, and today was definitely one of those days. "Look buddy, I don't exactly see you coming up with any bright ideas, so if you're not going to help then knock it off with the damn attitude."

He growled and looked over at me. "Oh, I am sorry, am I bothering you? Last I checked, I've been here longer than you and I'm still fucking stuck, so why don't you shut it."

I rolled my eyes and stood up, grabbing the now empty platter and walking back to set it by the door. "There's always a way out, there has to be something around here that you missed."

"Like what exactly?"

"I don't know. Maybe a broken wall or a flaw in their routine?"

"Oh that's funny, I can bend metal and rip through flesh, and yet I'm the one who missed something that simple. Spare me, I've tried it all, even managed to kill one of the members of their little boy band, and nothing has worked." He said, sitting up as his arms shook.