My Demons (Book 1)

Chapter 26: Anyone Have A Map?

UNEDITED

Alex's p.o.v

The Chief towered over me. He was a good metre taller than me. I gulped and looked up at his face. He looked younger than he was because of a deal he made with the devil, which is what he was going to discuss with Damon when he came across me falling to my doom. The Chief had sharp features from his nose to the tight jaw line. All of his muscles were tensed once his eyes fell on me.

I don't know why he felt the need to show off this biceps and flex them in front of my face. However, I glanced over my shoulder to see a woman standing in the doorway. She had a furry skirt and bra made out of an unfamiliar animal's pelt. Whatever it was had been breathing before she gave it a slow, painful death and then used it as an accessory. I winced when I spotted its head was the back of her bra strap. That's not attractive. Agreed.

He pulled her into an embrace and began kissing her passionately. I covered my eyes for Tyler's sake. Hey! What did you do that for? This place was just getting interesting. Shut up. It was for your own good. He continued to sulk and mutter under his breath. Meanwhile I uncovered my eyes to see the woman blushing and the Cheif grinning smugly. She's too good for him. Is I didn't know any better I would say you're jealous? Me...jealous? No. Psssh! Have you seen him? He's probably paying her or it's a forced marriage...she wouldn't actually be interested in him. Would she? I don't know. Why don't you ask her?

"Ouch!" I cried out as I fell down onto my knees. What are you doing? My head was pounding. Tyler! I can't ask her you twit! I'm a guardian. She's human anyway...it wouldn't have worked out. The pain subsided. I had a crush on her. Hearing Tyler say that, made me want to hurt this Chief. I don't know whether it was Tyler who did it or me-maybe it was partly both of our action-but the Chief didn't see it coming.

Punching the Chief on the cheek, I tried not to cause any permanent damage to his face. He stumbled backwards and looked at me in surprise. I snorted. Serves him right for bragging about this love life. The little basturd deserved it. Language Tyler. You fucking what mate? I sighed. Nevermind. Damn right!

"What was that for?" He asked, composing himself. Wrapping an arm around his wife's waist, he then pulled her into his side. I think I'm gonna vomit. That makes two.

"You know fully well what Chief. I don't care whether you saved my life or not. No one angers my demon on purpose and gets away with it!" I answered, knowing I had the authority to talk to him in such a manner. He may be the Chief of this tribe, but I'm the King of Hell. It isn't debatable. He listens and takes orders from me, not the other way round. This wife stared at me, while he was trying his best to not strangle me like a chicken.

"I'm sorry your majesty. I should think before I leap next time. Please leave us darling," He apologised, giving his wife a hint to exit the hut. She didn't need to be told twice and left. My eyes widened when she purposely made our hands brush past each other. I'm a spirit and I've still got it. Sure you have. "Please sit down," He offered, seating himself down on a throne made from logs and sticks with tall grass and Palm leaves weaved in between them.

"How come you can speak English?" I inquired, curious about the Chief and his tribe.

"Naturally I had no choice. Damon spoke English, so over time I picked it up when I visited hell. Why Were you on this side of the portal my Prince?" He asked back, sitting back in his throne. I put my right leg over the other and thought about my response. He couldn't know Damon was missing or word who spread and people might get ideas of ruling instead. Tell him we're here to find someone. What if he asks further questions? Keep it vague or say it's a need to know basis.