Depression Plutus (Curse #4)

CHAPTER 40 Resque

OTTILIE VIRSES POV 
 
 
Nanlalaki ang mga mata ko ng bigla na lang lumitaw si Plutus sa kabilang dulo ng chamber. But he looked… different. This was no longer the composed, slightly irritable Plutus I knew. He was in his full demon form with mighty black wings. 
 
He was half-naked with black tattoos hugging his upper body. Mas humaba din ang buhok nito na umabot na ata sa balakang nito. But what really caught my breath was his pair of long, wicked-looking horns that curled from his head. And then there's this massive sword resting in his hand, its edge glinting dangerously.
 
Relief flooded through me, hindi ko tuloy mapigilang mapaluha sa sari-sariling emosyon na nararamdaman ko sa mga oras na ito. 
 
"Yah! Bakit ngayon ka lang!" I cried, the fear in my voice melting away in a rush of relief and frustration.
 
Plutus chuckled softly, his reaction was surprisingly gentle as he met my gaze.

"My apologies, evil witch."
 
Then his expression turned serious when his eyes shifted at the demon standing at the stone circle. His brow arched slightly, as if he were merely amused.

"Well, well," Plutus muttered, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "What’s the deposed Duke of Hell doing in this world?" he said, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips.
 
Napangisi naman itong si Amon sa sinabi ni Plutus.

"Foolish witches summoned me, begging for immortality," he said, his voice laced with dark amusement. "In exchange for a little offering." His gaze slid toward me, his finger pointing straight at me as he declared, "Today, I’ll be taking this girl as my bride."
 
The entire chamber shook again, the tremors were coming out from Plutus raged. But despite the chaos, all I saw was his wide, confident grin. My heart pounded so loudly it almost drowned out the crashing sounds around us.
 
Plutus chuckled softly, as if he were talking more to himself. "Why does this infuriate me so much?" Then he cleared his throat and continued, "I’m afraid you’re going to have to return to Hell empty-handed." He leaned in, his grin twisting into something sharper. "You won’t be taking any offerings tonight."
 
Amon’s brow furrowed in confusion, his gaze darting between me and Plutus. "Is this girl… your toy?"
 
Plutus clicked his tongue, rolling his eyes in mock offense.

"My toy? Hardly," he scoffed. "But that girl belongs to me."
 
My breath caught at his words, bakit gan'yan ka... Sa ginagawa mong 'yan, mas lalo lang tumitindi ang nararamdaman ko para sa'yo. The way he said it, there was something fierce and possessive in his tone that left me both terrified and… safe. 
 
As I watched, Plutus’ face grew darker, the playful glint replaced by a deadly intensity. And then, Plutus voice dropped, it's now carrying a weight that made even Amon take a step back. 
 
"And..." he muttered. "I hope you know that there are consequences to touching a prince of hell’s possession. I suppose you're prepared to take it all."
 
Fear flickered across Amon’s face as he took in Plutus’ stance. He quickly dropped his haughty expression as he stammered, "I-I didn’t know she-"
 
But Plutus only grinned wider. "Oh, I can’t let this slide that easily." His eyes flicked to me, there's fury in them as he added, "You see, I hate it when she wears that expression." His gaze returned to Amon, but this time his eyes looked more dangerous as he continued. "And yet, you and your pathetic followers dared to make my witch shed tears."
 
Amon’s voice was small now, pleading, "Prince Plutus… I apologize. I-" 
 
Plutus merely lifted his massive sword, the blade gleaming menacingly as he pointed it directly at Amon. "Save it. You want a chance to survive? Then fight." His grin stretched wider, his eyes narrowing with the thrill of a challenge. "If you’re lucky, maybe you’ll make it back to Hell alive."
 
"But if not… I'm afraid you’ll meet your end here." 
 
Ang buong akala ko, magmamakaawa na itong si Amon sa harapan ni Plutus, pero akala ko lang pala iyon. Pagbali-baliktarin man ang mundo, nasa nature na talaga ng mga demonyo ang pagiging mapanglinlang. 
 
Amon’s calm facade finally cracked. He flashed a dark, devilish smirk that made my skin shiver in fear. Then suddenly, a black sword materialized in his hand. He spun it expertly before shifting into a battle stance.
 
But when I glanced at Plutus, he was only grinning wider, as if he had been waiting for this. Wala man lang akong makitang takot kay Plutus sa mga oras na ito, parang siya pa ang nage-enjoy sa sitwasyon namin ngayon. 
 
I held my breath as they circled each other, and then with a clash of steel, they collided. Sparks flew as their swords met, the force sending shockwaves across the chamber. Despite Amon’s quickness and determination, it was clear from the start that he was outmatched. 
 
Plutus barely even broke a sweat, his movements powerful and precise. Each strike seemed to shake the air around them, while Amon, even with all his fierceness, could only block, deflect, and try to counter with desperate speed.
 
"You’re not getting out of here alive, you arrogant bastard!" Amon snarled, throwing himself forward with a reckless swing. "When I defeat you, I’ll take your throne. I’ll be the one to rule your court!"
 
Plutus threw his head back and laughed, a deep, echoing sound that filled the chamber.