Apprentice

Chapter 30: Bow before me

Note: So...how did you like the feels chapter? :D 

Deamon's POV

"Can you repeat that?" Mexxy grins, leaning forward in the huge golden thrown. Ridgedog used to sit on that. Back in the good days when he ruled. "You heard me" I hiss at him, tears still flowing down my cheeks. Featherblade bends down to comfort me, Kupo wrapping her arms around me. Elevn just sits down in a chair, looking troubled. Syncrasis stays quiet, looking away from my angry glare towards the window which looks upon the stretch of clouds and the floating Voxeltopia City below. 

"The great and powerful Ridgedog," he says sarcastically before grinning, "has been killed. Maybe I will go pay a visit to Tia, see how she is doing..." "Bring him back" I snarl, stumbling to my feet and pointing a trembling hand at him. "Bring him back! I know you can!" He regards me calmly, crossing his legs impatiently. "I can but I don't want to. I prefer him dead, to be honest." he smirks at me. "I'm your god damn general! I've asked for NOTHING in return for my service to you, why can't you just bring him back for me?" I cry, leaning on Featherblade for support. My legs felt like jelly. 

"I haven't got a problem with you, Deamon. If it was just you, then I would consider it. But that girl...Tia...bring her to me. I wish to speak with her." he orders, a hint of amusement in his foggy green eyes. Nodding numbly, I quickly jet through the wall and down towards Ridge's mansion. Maybe, just maybe, we could convince him to bring him back. 

I slowly phase through the window, wincing at the sound of Tia's sobbing. I'm in Ridge's bedroom, the large king size bed spotless-he hadn't slept in it for a while. Pausing, I inhale. I could still smell the lingering smell of the cologne he always put on, and I almost tear up again. But determination makes me press on. If there was just a glimmer of a chance that I could save him, even if it meant dealing with the dangerous Mexxy, then I would do it. 

Walking into Tia's bedroom, I catch sight of her. She's sat on the bed next to him, his limp, lifeless body. She's holding his hand close to her cheek, tears still dripping down her face. She doesn't seem to register my presence, just keeps watching him. Like he is going to wake up if she keeps staring at him. For a moment, I go behind her, watching his face myself. He looked so peaceful, like he was sleeping and there was a small smile still left on his face from when Tia was holding him. 

I lean over and pat him awkwardly. "Hello friend." I whisper. Tears prick the tips of my eyes but I blink them furiously away. "Mexxy says he might bring him back. You need to take him and yourself to Voxeltopia." I tell Tia. She nods slightly. She leans in to hug him close. The look in her eyes makes the tears come back. Just watching him lying on the bed, dead, reduces me to tears. Holding back a sob, I lean forward to hug him too. My best friend. We've been best friends for hundreds of years. Even in his insane moments, I stuck by him. And now, just as he had becoming a new person, it had been viciously taken away. Tia begins to cry too, touching his cheek. Pulling her into my arms, I begin to cry. 

Then she turns to me.

"Deamon. I'm pregnant" she whispers. 

That was when I completely break down.

He came so close. So close to becoming a father. And now he never could. 

"Don't give up." I whisper after half an hour of just crying with her. She wipes her eyes and nods, taking him up in her arms. She takes him in her arms gently, trying not to disturb him. He hangs limply in her arms so I cradle his head as she holds the other end. Taking off together, holding him tightly, we ascend slowly, still sniffing a little. I lead the way, until the towering Voxel castle comes into view.

Taking her through the winding corridors, we eventually reach the big double doors. We look at each other with pain in our eyes, before the doors open and we walk forward.