A Warped Reality *ON HOLD*

Chapter 17

(Trevor's POV)

"So we have a lead?" Alicera asks looking up hopefully.

I don't reply and just stand up. I start heading back inside in search of Devons journal. However she tracked grandfather is probably written in there.

"Trevor?" Alicera asks following after me.

We don't have a lead unless someone knows how to track a demon because I sure don't. I bite my lip in concentration trying to figure out where Devon would hide a journal. I don't reply to Alicera as I rummage through their stuff.

She sighs in frustration and watches me. I avoid her eyes and continue searching for the journal. I open drawers and tap around for false bottoms and take the drawers out to look around.

Nothing.

"What witches don't have a secret compartment to hide stuff in?" I mutter to myself slamming a drawer shut.

Alicera raises her head at the loud noise.

"Pardon?" She says, even though I'm pretty sure she heard me loud and clear.

"It's nothing," I reply turning around and walking out, all while not looking at her.

It's my fault that her aunt is dead. I should've been able to stop my grandfather by now, I know I shouldn't have let him live after the crash.

The crash.

The thought brings a new wave of anger over me. He planned that crash, I knew it. He wants to leave Alicera vulnerable, wants to string her along for his plan. That's what he does, he breaks his victims, it's what makes him that much more horrible. He doesn't want them to die scared, he wants them to die thinking that they're the problem, that the victims is the problem and not him.

I silently fume ignoring Alicera trying to talk to me.

"I need to be alone," I say quietly and teleport away.

I appear in an empty field somewhere in the world. I know that I have business to settle but I can't be anywhere near my...friends when I settle it.

"Well!" I call out to the empty quiet. "Come on out grandpa!"

I hear something rustle behind me and whip around to see my grandfather.

I can't believe I'm related to him. His red skin, horns and yellow eyes make my stomach turn. He killed his own son because he loved my mom, I'm surprised he hasn't killed me yet.

He probably will, just hasn't ruined my life yet.

Oh.

"Grandson," he says. His voice sounded gravelly and watery at the same time just sounding suck all over. He didn't smell nice either and I resist the urge to pull my shirt up and cover my nose. "I didn't realize we used such formalities anymore."

I glare at him and he just shrugs. It was a weird look on him, a literal demon just shrugging. It was oddly innocent even though everything about him screamed otherwise.

"You don't have hide your true form around me," he says casually.

"This is who I want to be," I reply trying to keep my voice monotone and hard.

"Oh don't be like that," he says. "Besides I'm assuming you want to make some sort of bargain or deal?"

I growl lowly but do it anyways. I know how he plays, he won't make deals until stupid things like this are done. Becoming my demon form felt like a tight article of clothing being taken off, but I stayed human. I know my demon form is hideous like any demon is.

I know my eyes are red signifying a lower class demon and small horns were at my temples. Small patches of my skin are black and I feel small claws at the tips of my fingers.

"Let's talk," I snarl, loosing patience quickly.

"Eager are we?" He asks standing up straighter. "Fine I'm going to make you a deal."

An unsteady silence falls between us. I wait for him to continue on. I know him, he wants to destroy the people closest to me, and I'll do whatever I have to to protect them.

"Your friend what's her name... Alicera?" He pauses to think. "The heir of the powerful sorceress Atalanta."

I feel my chest tighten at the mention of her. My friends have always been my weak spots, why couldn't I have kept my promise to isolate myself?

When I don't respond he continues on.

"When I came back I was actually after your good Angel friends," he spits the word angel out like it tastes foul. "But then I saw that they had acquired a new friend, and who other than the heir of the sorceress Atalanta, the one who damned me to hell. And can you imagine how absolutely ecstatic I was when I found out my disappointment of a grandson was working with these goons and whispering important secrets. The people down under want these people dead-"

"People?" I interrupt, knowing it will make him mad.

He rolls his eyes at me and continues like I never spoke.

"The people want their heads on a plate especially my new boss." He trails off expecting me to ask who it is.

"Who is it?" I ask, just to get him talking. If I'm unable to leave as quickly as I can, I might as well get him talking, I know he loves talking about himself.

"You know I was adamant at first about what he wanted me to do," he says walking closer. "But it was worth it you know? It was all worth it to be on the surface again, actually feeling the life drain out of your victim, feel the blood run down my fingers. Hear their pathetic screams for help." He pauses to smirk at me. "You should've heard Devon and Deborah's screams, not the loudest but impeccable timing. Those are the best ones, the ones where you know it has a huge affect on other people-"

"Your new boss?" I interrupt.

"Eager are we? Fine, his name is Samael."

 My stomach drops at the mention of the fallen angels name. Samael name means 'Venom of God' or 'Poison of God'. He has a reputation amongst demons, a powerful angel on the wrong side, a huge ally. It would make sense that Samael sent my grandfather after Lily and Ash with them being angels and all.

I sigh in defeat knowing now that we're going up against my grandfather and Samael, we're far more screwed than I originally thought.

"Well anyways, we didn't come here to talk about my boss," He says casually.

"I would've thought," I muttered under my breath.

He either didn't hear me or is ignoring me completely because he continues on.

"I'm here to make you deal," he says simply. "You come with me and your girl is saved, if not well, I'll leave that up to your imagination."

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What's up broski's? Sorry for the lack of updates recently I honestly have no excuse whoops. Anyways, what you thinkin' bout' Mr. Demon here? Comment your opinion.

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-Dev