Saved By Demons

Chapter 21

"Well, well, well, I see you and your wife are enjoying your time here in the dungeon."

"Why are you here?"

"Come now Seymour, I have not seen you in almost 20 years. Is that the way to speak to an old friend?"

"When were we ever friends? Also, if I wanted to speak to you or even see you, how was I supposed to contact you? You brought that brat to us and then disappeared."

"You were supposed to raise the "brat" as you call her, NOT abuse her. Now you are on the receiving end of the abuse. Tell me, how does it feel?"

"Let me stick a cattle prod up your ass, and zap it every other minute, while getting beat with a horse whip and kicked in the gut in between each whipping and then you can tell me."

"There is a reason he is the head torturer. No wonder you are lying on your side. You can't lay on your back because it will put pressure on the whip lashes and you can't lay on your stomach without causing pain to your gut. I highly doubt he is done with you." She told him, "But then again, no matter what realm you are in, if you abuse a child, you will get the worst punishment imaginable."

"Why are you here?" Seymour asked again.

"My master sent me."

"......"

"You and your wife are a loose end that needs to be dealt with. Now that Emily has reunited with Sallumon and Manbako, they will not stop until they have traced you back to me. And I can't have that. Even if you have not seen my true face, they will eventually figure it out."

"You are here to kill us." It was a statement but came out as a question.

"Not yet. See my master thinks ONE of you can be useful."

"....." Seymour just stared at him saying nothing.

"I will offer you both a deal, but only one can accept it. So the question is, do I take you, or your wife?" The woman did not give him a chance to answer before continuing. "I will be back tomorrow for your answer." She spoke and disappeared to search for Seymour's wife.

The woman did not have to go far, just through the door and her cell was the last at the end of the hall. However, it was time for the guards to switch and if she was caught in this form, trouble would follow. Being a skinwalker worked to her advantage. She could easily lose anyone in a crowd, by changing her looks to anyone and no one would know the difference.

She knew one guard from past interactions and decided to take his form. Hopefully he would not be in the dungeon today. If anyone saw two identical guards, flags would be raised, and she would not be able to do her job. She could not delay for another day.

Her spy had told her that Tagronoth would be doing a deep dive of memory reading to search for clues on how to find her. She also knew the only form those idiotic humans had seen of her, was not her true form.

At the time, they did not know she was a shapeshifter. So if they found someone who looked the way she did, they would just find another idiotic human who did not know anything about her or anything regarding her master's plan. It would be like finding a needle in a needlestack. Eventually they would figure that she is what she appears to be, but if she could keep them running around in circles just a while longer, then that is what she would do.

By now the guard had finished their rounds so she went back to looking like the woman that gave the brainless couple the baby long ago. She wondered why her master insisted that they have the baby and no one else.

Now she was questioning if maybe her master had made a mistake by giving them the child at the time. Perhaps if the child had been given to a demon, at least they would have half a brain to not be caught with whatever it was that they did.

Instead they empty-headed, foolish humans had abused the child to the point of learning witchcraft to summon protectors. Not just any protectors either, but the twin princes of the underworld. She did not believe in child abuse of any kind, and Seymour and Belinda deserved every bit of the torture they received and more. They deserved a slow excruciating death, which she would be glad to deliver herself. However she had a job to do, and that came first. Maybe after she completed it, if the one was still alive, then she would deliver the killing blow herself.

But as of now, she had to offer both a plea deal of sorts, one dies now, while the other lives to finish carrying out the scheme laid out by her master. She also knew that this moronic couple would most likely tell her to kill the other so that they could live. They had no love for each other. The only reason they were still together for the past twenty years was because they both basked in the sensation they got when they tortured the child as she grew up.

Now that they no longer had their plaything, and were separated, they no longer cared what happened to the other. It was kill or be killed, to them, and they did not care who got hurt or died in the process.

"Belinda, enjoying your vacation?"

"What do you want, you bitch?" She could not stand up from the injuries she received. Her body sore and bleeding, she just sat in the corner trying her best not to move.

"Is that anyway to speak to me? I'm not the one who tortured you, nor was I the one who got you locked up here." The woman just stood at the bars looking smug as she continued to prove her up. " I came to offer you a deal."

"What deal?"