The Red Painted Angel

𝕋 𝕨 𝔼 𝕟 𝕋 𝕪 𝕋 𝕨 𝕆

I woke up in a not-so-unfamiliar place—my old house. My head was aching and I was covered in bruises. I could feel dried blood on my bottom lip. What exactly has happened here? How did I end up in Turkey?

I got up from the bed, debating whether or not I should leave the room. I had no idea what was on the other side. One thing was clear, my father was behind all this. If I were here, where would the others be? I can't remember much from that night. I know Asher knocked me out. I can't believe he is on par with my father! Such a traitor! 

The calendar with black rows on the wall indicates that it has been four days. I slept for that much, huh? In the room, there wasn't much besides a bed with a white sheet, a nightstand on which was a glass of water, some aspirin, red curtains, and of course the golden walls. Some might say I am in a real palace. Well, quite that, yet for me is the prison I lived in for eighteen years.

I drew the curtains, watching the once beautiful garden, now being a bit too organized and without flowers. Tall or small bushes were planted on both sides of the pavement which led to the center of the garden, a round fountain placed there. I don't remember any of them, however, it's been over a decade since I last was here, and, understandably, he will change nearly everything.

I took the aspirin before heading out of the room. I stepped quietly, forcing my memory to remember one thing. Where was the control room? Left, right, left, then again left. Wait, wasn't I here before?

I had to find that room. It is the only one from where I can contact the outside world and check the cameras. I need to know where the others are. God knows what he has done to them. Seraphina, Cody, Fred, Hailey, and Joseph, are all in danger because of me now. I left my worries aside and continued walking. I believe I don't need to panic for either Ash or Dante.

My mind flew to them every time I found a dead end. I had to find them asap. I knew Father could step so low, but still, it is weird how he managed to break into the Devil's house, hurt his daughter, and then kidnap all of us. I wonder what he has been up to lately and if he tried looking for Mother himself. I wonder if he knows she is alive.   

I was minding myself, walking as quietly as I could, before my thoughts were interrupted by James. A two-meter-tall man, a few years older than me, with the worst haircut I've seen in my entire life. What has happened to his gorgeous long blond hair? It was now black, short, styled on the left side. He isn't the guy I grew up with.

"Going somewhere, princess?"

"Not really, I was looking for him."

"Oh, I see. Unfortunately, your father is at an important conference right now. You'll have to wait."

"It's alright, I'm pretty patient. By the way, what's wrong with your hair?"

"Someone cut it in my last mission. It was way more horrible than now."