The Life As The Devil's Son

Chapter Twenty-Five: Bermuda Triangle

When I finally regained consciousness, my vision was blurry, and the rhythmic sway beneath me hinted at the familiarity of the salty sea air. As I tried to gather my thoughts, my palms met a rough surface, and I realized the floor beneath me was shifting with the gentle rise and fall of the waves.

I scanned my surroundings as I struggled to focus my gaze. As my vision cleared, I realized I was on the lower deck of a ship. The creaking of wood and the distant sounds of the ocean confirmed my suspicions. Panic set in as I attempted to move, only to realize my hands were bound tightly to a wooden pole.

I tugged at my restraints with a futile hope of breaking free. The coarse rope chafed against my skin, leaving a painful reminder of my situation. As I gazed at the rope, I noticed it was glowing, and the more I tugged at my restraints, the tighter it became. I cast a glance around, spotting Anthony nearby, similarly bound and unconscious.

The oppressive atmosphere of the ship weighed heavily on me. The air was thick with a salty humidity that clung to my skin, and the only light came from a flickering lantern hanging on a nearby beam. The occasional moan of the ship echoed through the confined space, causing me to shiver in fear.

The door creaked open, and I swayed my head towards the sound, straining to identify the figure stepping into the room. A deep voice echoed, "You're finally awake."

The figure moved into the path of sunlight filtering in through the roof, and his features became distinct. It was him—the man with wavy, short blond hair and razor-sharp teeth—that seemed capable of biting into my very soul. Dread settled in the pit of my stomach as he loomed over me.

"Welcome aboard the ship of retribution, where every debt must be repaid," he said, kneeling down to my level.

"What do you want?" I managed to choke out as I glared back at him.

His smile widened, revealing razor-sharp teeth that gleamed in the dim light. "Justice, boy. Justice for the sins committed by your hands."

Suddenly, he straightened his posture and cast a lingering gaze over at Anthony. "But your companion here seems to be part of the equation too."

I furrowed my brows, trying to comprehend his cryptic words. What debt does Anthony owe, and how is he connected to the sins this man is speaking of?

Lucion circled around me, his footsteps echoing in the confined space. "You see, boy, the universe has a way of balancing the scales. Every action has consequences, and now you must face yours."

"I get why I'm here, but what does Anthony have to do with any of this?" I questioned, raising an eyebrow.

Lucion halted in his tracks, a sinister smile playing on his lips. "Not him. His mother. And since I can't get my hands on her, her son will have to do."

"Tara? What did Tara ever do to you?" I asked as I squinted my eyes in confusion.

Lucion chuckled as he spoke. "So many questions? It is hard to believe you're the devil's son. You know, with your blind faith in everybody."

I scoffed as I retorted with a smirk. "And it's so hard to believe you're my uncle, with your charming personality and all."

Lucion let out a low laugh. "You've always been a smart-mouthed kid. It's a wonder Travis managed to tolerate you for this long."

"Why go after Tara? What's your grudge against her?" I continued to question, seizing the opportunity to probe further.

Lucion sighed and muttered, "She betrayed me."

I shook my head as I inquired, "How? What did she do?"

In the midst of the ship's confined space, Lucion's black eyes locked onto mine, and a white blade emerged from his pocket. Fear gripped me as I braced for an impending attack. I closed my eyes, anticipating the worst, and that's when I heard it—a distinct snap.