The Darkest Twist : A Lords Of The Underworld Fanfiction [Mature]

14 Angels

"I expect you, sans clothes. 32 hours." The note said.

It was a white piece of paper, laid down right besides my pillow. The handwriting was cursive and beautiful. Familiar. It was Paris' handwriting.
It took me by surprise. He must have been here himself. The note smelled like him when I sniffed it. Had he come in here and saw me, asleep in Sebastien's arm ? I imagined how he felt seeing Sebastien's bare arm on my bare skin, touching me, while he couldn't.

I scrambled off the bed, donning a silk kimono sloppily to search for him. Charm was talking to Promiscuity, but Paris had closed himself off his demon.

He's alright, Promiscuity relayed, assuring us both.

I barged in his room, and went frozen at the sight before me. Sienna was sitting by a window, pale as silk. She turned at the open door, and I can see the lines that have settled over her gaunt face. No Paris in sight.

I forgot. I was so used to his room, to only being with him, that Sienna exist now. I didn't say a word. I turned back and shut the door behind me. Charm shuddered in my mind, pained that she was suffering.

My demon's nature was not evil. She longed to spread warmth and comfort, and naturally, I longed to do that as well. So I let her. I unleashed Charm on Sienna, hoping that she would feel better. What she's experiencing now, I wouldn't wish that on anyone.

I hastened my steps to get to the dining room. Almost everyone was there. And the guys are all shirtless. Imagine walking into a room of athletes, an Olympic swimmer team.

"Really, none of you own a shirt ?" I called out to the room, ticked.

Ashlyn chuckled. Torin sauntered over to me. "We've become animals since you disappeared on us," he said, then casually pecked me on the forehead. I heard soft gasps echo around the room. Of course. They're not used to seeing Torin touch anyone.

"Where is Paris ?" I demanded to no one in particular.

"Errands," Maddox said at the same time Sabin answered, "Workout."

No one dared to look at me. I growled low in my throat.

"Where. The hell. Is my idiotic twin brother ?" I spelled out, frustrated. Silence.

"Deilos!" I cursed to them. They seemed taken aback, offended. Serves them right. I called them exactly what they are. Cowards.

I then angrily sat on an island stool. Then it came back. The heavy pressure on my head. Lights bursts in my eyes, and my head pounded like someone had hit me with a sledgehammer.

I immediately grabbed my head with both hands, trying to ease the pain. But the pain just increased, sirens so loud in my head I lost sense of my surroundings. I must have fallen off the stool, because I felt the hard linoleum surface hit my back.

I screamed in agony. Images of Poseidon's face jumped to the front of my head. I faintly heard shouting, felt hands on my head and body, but the attack just grew more vicious.

Then I remembered Lysander suddenly, and what he had said. I've had these Poseidon attacks for over six years now. Every time it happens, it's worse than the one before.

I need help. And right now, I only have one option.

I screamed Lysander's name, hoping he would hear me. I screamed it, and screamed again until I felt my voice go hoarse. My brothers were trying to help me. I felt Pain trying to take away my agony, but Poseidon was too strong for any of us. The demons couldn't enter my mind. They were shut off, along with Charm.