The Beautiful and Divine

Chapter Eleven: Devil's Choir

The demon monks pull me away from Atropos's cold body at least she isn't suffering anymore. I put her to rest surrounded by the people she had loved and lost. It's more than these evil monsters will get, I will make them suffer slow and agonizingly. Call me whatever you want I will Atro will be avenged whatever cost I will pay it. Her soul deserves to be at peace even for how she died.

The beasts yank me across the compound to a different more secure cage. My heels lightly trail behind me as I get transported to a separate unique cell. Upon reaching the new prison, the priests haul my form onto a metal rack. The four of them close heavy iron clasps around my wrists and ankles keeping me in firmly in place. I test the restraints out by lurching my body forward they don't even wiggle the slightest.

The clerics leave the metal chamber and me with our own. The heavy duty door slams, locking directly after. I look up to the dirty ceiling trying to find a mental safe place to go as I await their return. Closing my eyes, I lean my full weight back onto the parrilla. I enter a different realm between both anger and serenity.

Saving my energy for a time when I will need every ounce. A picture world flashes before my closed eyes all my friends are there laughing and playing games together. My parents are even talking about adopting me a little brother, so I don't be so lonely in the big mansion. I find a smile creeping onto my face, my feet carry me over to them. Mom turns to look at someone only for her eyes to land on me.

A shocked but sad look appears across the woman's face, tears swell in her blue eyes. She runs to my still form, wrapping her slender arms around my shoulder pulling me close. I wrap mine around mother's waist nuzzling my face into her fancy blouse. We both cry together clutching onto each other like we would float away otherwise. A hand touches my back, I look to face the person only dad stands there.

"Hey, sweetheart." Dad speaks, "Dad?" I sniffle.

"Yes, don't I get a hug?" Father opens his arms, I disconnect with mom before I hug him too.

"I miss you guys so much." I sob, they both hug me tightly.

"We thought you were dead honey, your father and I miss you so much. The house is so empty and quiet without our only daughter." My mother cries, hearing those words make me bawl harder.

I know my parents aren't real but, I can only dream of them saying such a thing. I step back from them, wiping away my salty tears off my cheeks. Mom and dad seem to know I have to leave them now no matter how much I don't want to. Muttering a bittersweet goodbye, I step farther away from them. A wave is all I can muster before I open my eyes to meet with darkness again.

The unlocking of the gate catches interest I tilt my head over facing the source of noise. A different wild boy walks in two monster priests stand behind him. He freezes out of fear until they poke at him with their poles urging movement. The boy steps inside holding a tray of water and food, the smoke-beings lock us in. Walking away from us silence resumes, he treads over to my chained body.

Carefully picking the water glass up, the teen places the brim against my lips pouring some into my mouth. I gulp it down easily not realizing just how dehydrated my frame was. The aqua smooths my itchy throat the wildling places the cup onto the plate. He rips off a chunk of the bread feeding it to me I chew it thirty times to savor the meal. After all I haven't eaten much of anything since I got taken.