DEVIL'S WRATH 1: Lucian Velorca (COMPLETED)

CHAPTER 2

                  THE LOUD bang outside was unstoppable, and the only thing I could do was look at the ground because my whole body was uncontrollably shuddering in fear. Wala na din akong lakas para magpumiglas, kaya hinahayaan ko na lang itong demonyong ito na hilahin ako kung saan.

I was so afraid to the point that I couldn't even feel the pain of his tight grip. All I knew was that I wanted to be far away from here and vanish—away from them, away from this devil that's holding my wrist.

We are at the garden at his mansion, filled with different sets of flowers and a big fountain right in front of us. Nagkalat ang mga tauhan niya na patuloy na nakikipagbarilan. Halos mapatalon at mapasigaw ako sa tuwing may pumuputok na baril malapit lang sa amin. Mabuti na lang at mabilis ang kilos ni Lucian, he would pull me behind his back and shoot any man who tried to attack us.

Nagsimulang manubig ang mga mata ko dahil sa sunod-sunod na putukan ng baril. I never thought that someday I would be put in this kind of danger. Mahilig akong manood ng action movies pero kahit kailan hindi ko hiniling na maranasan mismo ang ganitong eksena.

Huminto kami sa parte kung nasaan nandoon ang mga kaibigan niya na may hawak din na mga baril. Their foreheads glistened with sweat, and their jaws were clenched. Like this devil beside me, their gazes were murderous, and the way they gripped their guns made the veins in their arms become palpable. But despite this intense atmosphere, they still looked calm and composed but dangerous.

Mas lalo tuloy akong napaluha dahil sa tingin ko ay kamatayan ko na. Nanginginig ang mga kamay ko, kahit tuhod ko ay nanlalambot. Is this going to be the end of my life? Maybe yes, maybe no. But if death would be the only escape from this traumatizing scene, I'd rather die.

Maalikabok at mausok ang paligid dahil sa tuloy-tuloy na barilan, para silang hindi nauubusan ng bala at parang wala lang sa kanila kapag may napapatay o natatamaan sila. For them, life holds no value. It's your fault if you die, because getting through this alive depends on how good you are in holding a gun.

My eyes were getting blurry as I instinctively looked to my side when a familiar figure of a man caught my attention. He was walking slowly toward us, together with his men behind him, and they were all dressed in black. Bawat yapak nila ay mabibigat, they were also holding guns. Mas lalo pang dumami ang alikabok dahil sa bigat ng hakbang nila sa lupa.

Napauwang ang labi ko nang naging malinaw sa mata ko ang mukha niya. "Hazelton Quevas, you're here! Nice to see you! Mabuti naman at nandito ka. So paano ba 'yan, nasa kamay ko na ang babaeng gusto mo?" the so-called almighty demon pompously said the moment Hazelton was already in front of us.

I slightly winced in pain when he tightened his grip on my arm as Hazelton trailed his gaze over it, a reason why his jaw clenched, as his eyes squinted in fury.

"Damn you, Velorca! Ako ang kailangan mo, 'di ba? Let her go! Huwag mo siyang idamay rito!" His voice was heavy and laced with anger. Mabilis na tumulo ang luha ko sa aking pisngi habang nakatingin ako kay Hazel na nagngingitngit sa galit.

My whole body suddenly ached to run to him, to beseech him to get me away from here, away from this man beside me, who was laughing sarcastically upon hearing Hazel's words—kahit siya din ang dahilan kung bakit ako nandito.

I could feel this devil's fingers digging deeper into my wrist, making me squeeze my eyes shut, fighting the urge to scream the madness and pain he was making me feel. Ang sarap niyang bulyawan at pagsasampalin.

"Anong huwag idamay? Ikaw ang nagpadala sa kaniya para pabagsakin ako, right? At ngayong nahuli ko siya, magagalit ka?" he asked as if Hazelton's words were completely ridiculous. He smirked, though his eyes remained menacing.