Seven Deadly Sins Series: The Children Of Satan

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TARA'S POV

As soon as I make it to my room, I go into my ensuite bathroom and run the shower on it's highest heat setting. I sigh and push my hair out of my face, walking towards the mirror. The girl I see before me is by far a goddess. Long, hip length, bone straight, dark brown hair that perfectly compliments her pale, almost porcelain skin. Her heart shaped lips full and pink could make a man do anything just for a lingering peck from her. Although her features are quite beautiful, nothing can compare to her deep red eyes. The red is not to bright but, not to dark either. It's a blood red, large amounts of blood red, dark and heavy. Made to stand out with fairly long lashes and the roundness of said eyes.

I strip out of my clothes and get into the shower. Thoughts of today's events and my future with my siblings drift into my mind. Before I knew it I was standing in our training room with everyone else.

When my father sees me come to a halt he speaks. "Alright Tara, since you were last, you're up first with Mic." Yes. We do fight boys and girls because you don't really get a choice on the battle field. Plus, it's just practice we're not actually trying to hurt each other. Micah's not as much as a challenge for me as Viniah anyway. She's a close second to me, and me being the best.

"Advancements ready?" My father asks us about our weapons, which are not in the form of weapons, with my father being Satan and all. We have dark, or demonic magic. Magic that is to be taken care of and used wisely. In the wrong hands all Hell can break loose. Pun intended. Demons and worshipers of Satan could be released from Hell or The Underworld. Anyway, our 'advancements' consists of things we are able to use everyday. Household items that we are to hold close to us. I, myself chose a ring. Micah has a watch, Viniah has a fucking nail filer, Jedediah has a ponytail holder, in which he uses to tie his untamed curls back into a man bun. As for Delilah she has a necklace, Zachariah has a earring, while Hezekiah, being the hilarious idiot he is, has a toothpick. Although I can't say it is something that will be noticed, which is a good thing. People will think that just because he eats so much he has a reusable toothpick at his convinenence. All of our devices are encrested with jewels that match the color of our eyes. While fighting we can use these 'devices' to make them turn into any weapon we can think of, or simply use them to gain more power or energy from. We don't necessarily need them, but we can't use our magic for too long without them. Too long being a fews hours, a few hours being about 12 hours.

Micah and I are standing face to face without breaking eye contact. We nod to answer our father that we indeed have our weapons ready. We start to slowly walk in a circle searching for weak spots on each other. Micah searches for anything out of the ordinary on me but he'll find nothing. The first rule is to never show weakness. Which is why I am keeping calm and Micah is doing the same. But I already know his weaknesses and he knows mine. His pride and my anger.

My strategy here is to get Mic to fight from his emotions and not his mind. Simply tease him or hit him a couple times striking his pride. As if reading my mind Micah punches me in the stomach, Immediately making me double over holding my belly. Ah, smart boy. He's using my same strategy knowing that I hate being hit when I'm clearly not ready. He took my thinking as his time to strike.

I stand back up straight and bounce from foot to foot a little shaking off the pain looking Micah dead in the eyes. I won't let my anger issues affect me this time. I raise the side of my lip up in a smirk, and mutter to Mic "My grandma hits harder than you." Easy blow to the pride. Micah narrows his eyes at me and pulls his fist back aiming for my face, but when his fist starts to come forward I snap my fingers and end up behind him. I quickly put him in a head lock with one hand and use the other to send a blow to his face, in his moment of shock. With my grip still around his neck, I proceed to drop myself onto the floor, ass first, making Micah's face hit the concrete floor of the training room. I quickly rise to my feet as Mic does the same holding his nose. My smirk comes back and I wink at my brother. He glares at me and I suddenly feel at tightening around my throat. Micah hasn't touched me, so I know he is using his magic to choke me. My feet start to loft off the ground as the hold on my neck tightens. Although I can't breath, I won't show Micah that I'm in pain. I have to do something! When I think of a solution I bring my smirk back to my face. Wearing Mic right in the eye, I watch as his glare hardens and his face turns tomato red and beads of sweat appear across his skin. The grip in my neck slowly disappears as welts appear on Micah's skin. He crumples to the ground, groaning in pain. When I am fully released, I stop the feeling of burning I've given him and storm over to his withering figure on the floor. I punch him in his face. I hear my father tell me 'that's enough' but my anger starts to explode the more I think about what just happened. I continue to throw blow after blow to Micah's figure, not noticing my father getting closer and closer to me. He grabs me by the shoulders and turns me to face him while Zack goes to see if he's alright.

"I SAID THATS ENOUGH!"

"HE TRIED TO KILL ME!"

"You returned the favor."

I turned to Micah and kicked him in his stomach, with all my might before storming out and into my room. Still raging with anger.