Soul bound

Hurry, I'm worried

I tried not to upset you

Let you rescue me the day I met you

I just wanted to protect you

But now I'll never get to

Hurry, I'm worried

Ilomilo- Billie Eilish

"WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER, BITCH?!" Sam shouted, his voice filled with fury and his eyes shining an angry gold as he pinned Diana to the wall. "I WARNED YOU; I WILL KILL YOU!"

The room they were in appeared almost medieval like, the decor and furniture like something one would see in a movie. It reminded Aron of Medieval Times, a dinner theater she'd gone to as a child with her family. The large, wooden table had a map on top of it along with other miscellaneous items.

The other boys looked equally angry, all prepared to attack. Diana coughed and fought Sam's grip, her long nails clawing his wrist.

"Get off her, brute," a man with black hair and gold eyes called as he jabbed Sam's leg with his spear. He grunted as his knee gave out from underneath him, releasing Diana from his harsh grip.

"Tell us where she is," James demanded as Erik and Matthew ran over, stopping Sam from attacking again.

Diana caught her breath as the other man ran over to her, helping her up. "Are you alright, my lady?"

She nodded. "I'm fine, I expected that."

The boys seemed to get more impatient with each moment until Damien spoke. "Aron gave us up."

The room went still, other than Sam. "No fucking way, Aron would never."

Diana merely chuckled. "Oh, but she did. She knows she is better off~"

Sam shook with rage, about to break free from Erik and Matthews' now weaker hold when Damien stopped him, his own eyes starting to water a bit. "She's telling the truth. Aron gave her permission to take us."

Sam's eyes were filled with despair, like his world had just burned in front of him.

"You must have threatened her!" Erik exclaimed.

Diana huffed. "The only threat was the possibility she would be tied down to a brute."

Sam shook his head slightly, seemingly trying to find some explanation. His fists were clenched tightly, blood dripping between his fingers. Aron couldn't help but rush over, even if she knew she wasn't truly there. She placed her transparent looking hand over his, though she couldn't actually feel him.

Aron had never seen him like this before, so distraught and betrayed. It made her want to scream and cry from the rooftops, declare the truth. She would have never given him up unless it was something he wanted. She wanted to reassure him of her love, wanted to kiss and hold him over and over until he believed her.

The vision shifted to a throne room, matching the old-timey aesthetic of the previous one. The boys were all there, a bit bloody and injured, Sam especially. Diana was there as well, even more injured as she panted and leaned against the stone wall. She looked like she was on the verge of passing out as she spoke. "It is done."

Aron's eyes landed on a lifeless brute demon, the same one from the visions the boys had shown her previously.

The Demon Lord. Their father.