The Demon's Maid

In Search Of: Familia

Slow to awaken, Braith groggily looked at his surroundings. All he could make out at the moment was that wherever he was, it was damp and pitch black. Wherever he was smelt of mold and mildew. Off in the distance he could hear soft talking and the drip drop of a leaky pipe. However, other than that, there was no noise. No cars or people.

Closing his eyes, Braith tried to think rationally. He tried recalling how he ended up here, but the last thing he truly remembered was looking into Clover's beautiful violet eyes before his world went black. He wondered if she was alright or if she was hurt. Just the mere thought of anything being wrong with her well-being sent his demon slamming against his walls and struggling to take over, but he couldn't let him. Braith couldn't afford to lose his cool in the situation he was in.

Awareness slowly began to seep into his body and he felt his ankles and wrists had been bound. Giving an experimental tug, he felt the skin under it begin to burn and itch. He growled, they must be using some type of warding or entrapment on the rope.

Growling low in his throat he tugged hard despite the red hot burning sensation in his wrists. He wanted to howl out in agony but knew that it would alert his kidnappers if he did. If I can just... "It's not gonna work you know." A male voice interrupted his thoughts.

Braith was surprised to find a cloaked figure standing not ten feet from him. His hood hid his face well and the cloak was so long and baggy it did nothing to reveal the stature of his captor. Braith scowled. "What will not work?" He snarled.

The figure cackled and sat down on a nearby crate. Braith could just see the arrogant smirk on the stranger's face under that hood and it only made his blood boil more. "Trying to get out of the rope, idiot. I placed warding herbs within it while I chanted my sealing spell. It's unbreakable to your kind." He was surprised to hear the stranger's disdain when he heard him say your kind.

"You despise me and my kind?" Braith asked, trying to work at the rope. His powers were greatly diminished and he couldn't get the rope to budge.

"I loathe the demon race. You all have always acted superior to us, even when you found out the truth that we walked the earth long before your kind ever emerged. Demon's have become superior to others and have been worshiped for centuries now, but my people were hunted and enslaved. My people were cursed to live in the dark!" He shouted and his eyes began to glow an eerie yellow and pentagram's filled his irises.

"A witch..." Braith whispered, in both awe and disgust. He had long thought witches to be a dead race, lost to the earth and forgotten. This man was right, demons did despise the witches. They had long since cursed their kind along with humans, meddling with their futures to fit their own selfish designs. Their meddling had destroyed entire clans, both human and demon. They had brought misfortune to any whom they came into contact with and for that very reason the witch hunts were created and were used to destroy their clans.

"I see the surprise written all over your face!" The stranger laughed maniacally. "Witches still live, demon." He said smugly, his hands slowly reaching up to the hood. "We stalk the shadows and hide in the gutters. We command and pilfer from the dark. Especially," he threw his hood back, showing a face Braith had long since suspected of trying to kill him, "me."

"I can't say I'm surprised you're behind this, Kane." Braith growled low in his throat, completely giving up on the rope. He would have to try and think of another plan for the time being.

"Really?" He smirked, tilting his head to the side. Slowly, he gracefully got up and stalked over to him, the eerie glow seeming more unnatural up close. His hand raised and Braith saw a faint, black spark emant from his hands before a bright light suddenly flew forth and blinded him. When he was able to see again, Braith was utterly surprised to see Kane on the floor, holding his hand tightly to his chest. Kane got up, dusted himself off, and then stomped over to him and began to examine him. Kane's face fell from that creepy smirk to shock and anger, and then he began to laugh uncontrollably. "Ha ha! You've got quite the protector, don't you? And a very powerful one at that!"