Stars-Crossed

Zagon

"We take you straight to Hell." Zagon said, offering out his hand for her to take.

Cassi seemed to hesitate, but finally went to grab it. Their skin only brushed together, when Zag felt a pain, a pain he'd feel if he was human, getting burned alive — Zagons knees gave away, but thankful for his sister, she had grabbed his shoulder and held him in place. Zag didn't know it, but he had screamed. It was a loud and horrifying scream that Kasdeya never heard.

"What is it?" She asked him, grabbing his hand out of his other to look at it. Nothing was there. No bruise. No cut. No burn mark.

"What the hell was that?" Zag said, looking over at Cassi, who held the hand Zag had touched.

Cassi was pale and shook her head. "I- I don't know."

Realization hit Zagon. "She's protected by Angels. We can't touch her." He looked at his twin, who stood his height.

Kasdeya licked her bottom lip, thinking, "How will we get her to Father?"

"We're going to have to take Hell's entrance." Zagon stood straight, but Kas's hand was still on his shoulder, looking disconnected.

"We don't know where it is." Kas said finally.

"The Gates to Hell?" Said Cassi, as the twins looked at her.

"Do you know where it is?" Zag asked her.

"Everyone does." Said Cassi, picking up her iPhone from the floor. "Though, it's really far."

"Where is it?" Said Kas.

Cassi began typing on her phone, then turned it over to show the twins. "Australia. It's in a mountain."

"Australia is far to travel." Said Kas.

"That's not the thing we should be worried about." Zag looked at her discomforted. "That's every territory we could possibly get through."

"Well, maybe that reward won't be need after all." Kasdeya said with a faint smile.

Zagon wasn't keen to spending, Hell knows how long, protecting this human girl from creatures that would rather eat her alive than see her in the hands of the Devil. But, that was his fathers request, and who was he to object. Now he'd have to put himself and his sister in danger, and oh how much he'd regret it.

Zagon closed his eyes, "How do we get out of your home?"

Cassi sighed and turned, just as Zag opened his eyes. She slid back the latch on her door, and opened it, showing a messy hallway. It was packed out with shoes, totes, and a little desk packed with makeup.

"It's not exactly a clean family." Cassi said nervously, looking to see the Twins reaction.

They had the same none caring expression. It wasn't like they cared what her house looked like, and why should they?

Walking deeper into the house, it seemed to just get worse. The sitting room had empty wrappers everywhere, clothes all over the floor, the couches was packed with more clothes, and dirty dishes laying about — the kitchen had food laying out with what seemed to be an explosion, as food spots were left all over the stove and counters. The dirty dishes were piled into two sinks and along the counter, and the clothes were piled so far they took over the floor in front of the wash machine. And finally they were out of the house.

Cassi's face was completely tomato colored. It was easy to tell that she was embarrassed.

"My family isn't exactly the cleanest people ever." She said. "They work a lot."

"Wouldn't know." Said Kas.

Zagon smirked at the way Cassi tilted her head down, more embarrassed and ashamed than before.
It was how she actually cared what the children of Lucifer thought of her house that made him want to laugh. Her life was definitely more of hell than actually Hell. And now that he saw it, he wondered if they was actually saving her.

"We best get going." Said Zag. "We don't want to wait too long."

"We're walking?" Cassi asked.

"What, you don't want to?" Zagon turned to her.

"I can walk. It's just... Australia is far. We can't walk that far."

"Do you have another option?" Kas asked.

"Maybe a plane, or a car." She suggested.

"We aren't exactly the type of people who can just walk on a plane." Zag said.

Cassi placed a hand to her mouth. "I'm sorry! I didn't think when I said it!"

Kas's lip curled, "It didn't offend us."

"Devils, this is going to be fun." Zagon said, looking at his sister, then back a Cassi. "Can you drive?"

"Not really." Cassi said, pushing her left thumb into her right palm.

"Neither can we." Said Zagon. "So, that's out the option. Walking it is."

Zagon took the lead in front of the girls. He wished their was six of him to surround every corner of them. Zagon and Kas had been trained by the Princes of Hell. The first demon created by their father, the strongest demons known to them, besides the Knight of Hell, Furcas, who use to train them daily until their 200th birthday. Even though they trained the same he still worried for his sister. He hated her being unprotected when her hounds weren't around.

Zagon turned his head slightly — Cassi was continuing to rub her palm, more aggressively now. Kasdeya was walking beside her, staring at Cassi with a look of sorrow. Zag thought of only one thing he knew calmed teenage girls:

"Do you have your phone, Cassiopeia?"

"No." She mumbled, looking down at her palm, continuing to strike it. "I didn't want to bring anything."

Zagon sighed. He didn't want her to think he cared for her, because he didn't. He didn't want to be there at all, but still, he waved his hand up then down, where a phone had appeared.

"Do you like earbuds or headphones?" He asked her, still staring forward.

"Headphones." Cassi said with more energy.

Zagon repeated his hand movement, thinking Headphones, where a black pair appeared. He knew he couldn't touched her, so he gave his finger a flick, where they both flew over to her. Her features lit up as she grabbed them, and she immediately turned on music, all the way up they could hear the music even when they were on her head.

Kasdeya smiled at her brother, catching up to him where they walked side by side. Zagon knew what was coming, how could he not.

"I only did it because she was rubbing her hand raw." Zagon said.

"Well, I do hope you don't like her." Kas laughed. "It'll be different for you. Plus," —she slightly looked back at Cassi— "I may have a go. Just, not until she comfortable." She frowned, turning back to her brother. "We're going to traumatize her. She's already uncomfortable around us."

Zag shook his head. He's saw boys and girls who acted just like her. The ones that are insecure. The ones who hate crowds, that when they're in them, they fiddle with the nearest thing they can touch.

"It's not us." Zagon told his sister. "It's how her childhood went. I think we're just giving her her dream. Let us just hope she survives to finish it."