The Demon's Voice

Chapter 5

Chapter 5:

Marcus

I walked up the steps of the tower trying to keep calm, my brother wouldn’t like what I had to tell him. A demon I thought a demon has taken her mother’s place, poor ruby-rose, she must have no idea, her mother was no angel, but she was still better than a filthy demon. I finally reached the top of the stairs and took a deep breath before opening the door. My brother stood there, looking out the window, his white and blue robes shining in the pale light that seeped through “brother” he said “why are you here, you only come to visit when you have….. Bad news” as always his voice was cold, and emotionless…. As always he scared me.

“It is bad news brother” I said “A demon has replaced ruby-rose’s mother…. They are getting too close to her I fear”

“Ah, and why is it you fear that brother” he said “I am starting to believe that you care for the girl as more than just a project….. It is almost as if you love her”

“Br-brother, you are mistaken” I told him, caught off guard by his words “why would I fall for her, she and I are from two different words, she is nothing more than a mission to me”

“hmm, coming from anyone else, I would not believe it, but you have more to lose then just my trust from this, dear brother, remember what I told you that day…. Well, do you?”

“If she falls I fall, so falling for her is the worst mistake I could make” I said, looking down at my feet “I remember, brother”

“I certainly hope so, my dear, half fallen brother”

“Why must you always remind me of my curse” I said glaring at him “it is not as if it is my choice!”

“Because” he said, anger in his tone “You insolence runs deep to your core, it is in your nature to betray your own kind” I didn’t see it coming, didn’t have time to react, he turned around so fast that all I noticed was the hard crack across my face.

I jumped back startled, looking up at my brother. People said we looked alike, but I never understood how, his face was stronger and more defined then my round one, his eyes seemed to be a strange kind of grey blue that always seemed too cold, and his hair was so dark it almost looked black. None of our kind had hair that dark, even I did not.

We stood there for what seems like hours, just staring into each other’s eyes, trying to gauge each other’s weakness. The one to look away first would be the one to give up the battle, in other words, looking away only showed weakness, something neither of us could show. Unfortunately neither of us would have had the chance to gain the advantage.

A servant man walked up into the room “Master Galen” he said “Master Marcus, demons are at the border of our city”