AKUTÄ ⋆ THE DARK EYES OF HELL

Chapter 45

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— "You were not accepted among the elite because you brought the wrong stick and your attention was most important. We think you're still not ready for the elite once you've got this mission wrong."

The first words were already enough for Dämon. His eyes widen at the email he receives, his anger and frustration combined, he takes a deep breath and his heart beats fast, he feels like he's going crazy right now, snorting angrily and slamming a fist on his desk. He closes his eyes, wondering what happened and how. For so many years he has worked and works only to reach the elite, but he is always refused, and this time he really had to be accepted among the greats. He sighed in frustration, leaning his hands against his desk and thinking about that stick, wondering why the hell it wasn't good because it really was the good one.
His mind sank, wetting his bottom lip with his tongue, and he blew slowly, tapping his fingers against the massive black wood of the desk. How the heck?
His mind suddenly gave him a light bulb on top as in those drawings, picking up his turn and looking at the monitor.Then he pulls out his phone, writes a number and calls, waiting.

— Yo Dämon, what's the matter?

A man voice could be heard from the phone, as his pupils were small.

— Yeah, Hey North, I need to tell you something now, I don't care if you don't have the time now.

North sighs trough the phone, gulps and spoke calm.

— Yeah, go ahead.

Dämon breathes deep, closing his eyes.

— You know that I went on my mission that night?

North scoffs.

— Yeah, And that mission was damn mirobolant.

Dämon rolls his eyes, breathing deep.

— Not that, idiot. I was looking for a stick and after Montgomery helped me get it, the stick was green, not red, and when I made that scheme to take it out of her hands, it was red, so I was turned away from the elite, because the stick was wrong with information and I didn't know until now, only now I remembered.  I don't know what Montgomery wanted from that stick, but I think it had valuable informations. And now I'm not even in the elite.

— Damn. I mean, yes, I knew Montgomery would do things like that sometimes, but I didn't think she would, she basically wasn't helpful.

Dämon sighs, closing his eyes and thinks. He was helped with almost nothing, but that night made him feel completely different and he swore he didn't think about it anymore, but damn well it was. He thinks, looking at the clock.

— Anyway, I don't think I was ever accepted, because the president holds a grudge against us.

— I know... Did something new happened?

— Yeah, Ariadne told me there was a meeting and I was accused of helping Montgomery. I suppose they want to give us up already, but not so quickly. I didn't help Montgomery with anything, but let them believe what they want.

North sighs, thinking.

— You did actually. Everyone knows what's already happened, Dämon, there's nothing you can do.