The Heart Of The Demon

Chapter Six: What Happens in the Dark

"I just fixed you and now you go out and get three more injuries? It's like you're some inexperienced kid fighting the frontlines with a death wish," Geayu complained as he wrapped a splint around my leg and knee.

"No one came when they were supposed to and I was left facing off with some random and all the demons, what do you expect?" I growled to keep from showing how the pain was affecting me. "Are you going to give me any whiskey before you continue with hurting me further?"

The other wounds had already been taken care of besides the shoulder. That would be last. I wasn't looking forward to it.

"How am I supposed to give you anything when you drank it all? You drunkard," Geayu hissed as he moved behind me and with a shove popped my shoulder back in.

I cried out as blackness took over my vision for a moment before it stabilized. Once my body had a chance to recover from the blood loss, I'd heal, but until then, I wore more bandages than I wore clothes.

"Who is the red-haired man? How do you know him?" Geayu asked as we made our way down to the room the man was being held hostage in.

"I don't." I shook my head. "That's the thing. I've never seen him in my life."

"He sure seems to think he knows you. . . Let me do the questioning, that way he won't be as charged. Unless of course you think you can charm him into telling us everything we need to know," Geayu said with a laugh as he mocked the story I told him about the man's reactions on the battlefield.

When we got into the room the man looked up, an odd look in his eyes. "So killing my wife wasn't good enough for you? You had to kidnap me and tie me in a basement? What are you going to do? Torture me?" His face was grim, but his eyes held a spark of excitement.

This man. . . I did not understand him, not one bit.

The room was basic, stone all around with one lantern on the wall. The only thing that was within beside that was the chair the man was tied to and the chair in the corner that Geayu pulled out.

"Can you explain to me what happened?" Geayu asked as he sat backwards on his chair. "We don't plan on torturing you, just have a few questions and then you will be free to go as long as you promise to stay out of trouble."

There was a flicker of disappointment in his eyes that I now realized were a golden brown. "This man slept with my wife. They used knives for some sort of sexual fantasy. And when I came home,  my wife was bleeding out, dead on the floor with her artery cut and he said and I quote: 'Whoops.' Then he disappeared in a cloud of red smoke."

Geayu and me exchanged weird looks with each other. Geayu's gaze lingered on me for a second clearly assuming that it was somehow possible that I had in fact done such a thing. I shook my head and crossed my arms, there was no way. For one, I wasn't into that kind of kinky shit, and for two, my magic was pale blue and currently useless.

If it had been me, it would've been a different color. Perhaps I had a look alike wandering around England. However, the type of magic you'd need for teleporting was immortal or demon general, which was chilling in itself. It meant either someone else survived, someone murderous, or that there was a demon general on the loose. Neither one was good.

"If that's true, then why does Falosa have no memory of this?" Geayu asked, resting his chin on top of the chair he sat backwards on.

"Because he's a fucken liar, can't you see that?" The man snarled.

Both me and Geayu got up, exiting the room and closing the door behind us.

"He seems to fully believe his story, but I know your magic isn't red. Even if you had gotten black out drunk and showed up at his doorstep, that part doesn't make sense," Geayu stated as he rubbed his chin thoughtfully.