THE FIREBIRD

Chapter Four

Chapter Four.

"Why isn't he waking up?" The witch asked.

They'd gone back to the pack house. That's the only place with good security so far. Cyril, the firebird-Avis had learned his name, was laid out on the bed. Still unconscious. Everyone surrounded the bed waiting for him to wake up.

"He's so cold."

"Bring some blankets."

"That won't be much help," a voice said by the door. They all turned to the newcomer by the door.

Two worrior wolves stood behind him, seemingly incapable of movement.

Ah Leonard.

"Who are you? How did you get passed my guards?" the werewolf growled turning his body to face the door. His beta right beside him.

Avis decided to step in then, before things got out of hand. He was sure his best friend would try something.

"You're late."

It was a statement, said in a quiet tone but seemed to catch everyone's attention.

"With just a few minutes my friend. All is well," Leonardo answered stepping further into the room. His gaze shifted from Avis to the figure on the bed.

"Where's he gone to, limbo or home?" he asked, the question directed to Avis but his gaze didn't leave the bed.

"He doesn't look that much different from last time,"

"Yeah," Avis also turned his gaze to the man on the bed.

"Avis?" a growl from his left.

He really needed to teach his creations manners, demons are never this disrespectful. Still he gave the dragon a calm stare.

"Ask away Ashton,"

"Who is he? And where the hell has Cyril gone?"

He sighed as if it was something he found exhausting to explain before he began.

"This, is my friend Leonard. He's a high level demon, with extra abilities...about Cyril, he's dead."

"WHAT??!!"

The exclamation sounded all around the room.

"Well technically just temporarily dead," he added in the following silence.

"So we can bring him back?" the witch asked, he really should get their names.

"Not exactly..."

"Then how is he supposed to get back?" the dragon interrupted earning himself a piercing glare.

"I was getting to that," he took in a breathe before releasing it, trying to calm his rising anger, "he'll wake when he's able to. My father will assist him. But till then we'll have to wait."

"What did you mean by home? That he's going home?" The vampire asked, he'd learned his name. Black. He liked it.

"To my home. Our home."

"And where's this place to be exact?"

"Hell."

........

Cyril shot up gasping for air. Fuck, that was painful. He could live without going through anything like that ever again.

He scrambled to sit up when he didn't recognize the room he was in.

Where the hell was he?

It looked like some kind of office. He sat on a red couch by the corner. The office desk and chair placed adjacent to the couch facing a large wooden door, with two chairs on the other side of the desk. Across from him was a small door.

He stood up and looked around. Cyril didn't recognize the room. Maybe he was in the pack house, there's plenty of rooms he hadn't seen. But they had plenty of rooms, it doesn't make sense why he's in an office.

The wooden door swung open and a man walked in. He had long blonde hair and the bluest eyes. The newcomer smirked when he spotted him.

"Hello birdy," he greeted making Cyril frown.

"Why do people keep calling me that? I don't have wings nor do I fly," he whined.

"Well, not yet."

"Where the hell am I? And who are you?" he asked, he didn't recognize him and doesn't look like any of the werewolves he's met before.

"Well, we're in 'Hell'..."

He's totally loosing it.

"...and I'm Lucifer."

Yep. He was hallucinating. What that man did to him must have really messed up his head.