Infernos (ManxMan)

Chapter III

Rowan

The kid was absolutely insane. First he basically shackled me, then he told me we had to go look for my brother, and then he tried to make me sleep on the floor. I could endure a lot of torture, but not any that was like this.

It was monstrous!

I eyed him warily from behind his back. He most definitely could work for my father. He was cute, and just as evil.

Normally, he would make me walk in front to lead him, but since I was less than excited to look for Luca, he took the initiative. He asked all around town, and to my surprise, some of the people had actually spotted Luca recently.

If Luca was in town, why didn't I know? Not that I wanted to know when he was near me, but he only came within 100 meters of me when he was going to forbid me from something.

"So who's the oldest, out of your brothers?" Blaine asked, and I jumped, mildly startled at the sudden conversation.

"The oldest would have to be Luca. The dick makes sure we know it too."

Blaine sighed. "Do you really have to cuss out your family whenever you mention them in a sentence?"

"Yes."

"Okay." He slowed so he walked in pace beside me. "Why do you hate all of your siblings so much?"

"Most," I corrected. Blaine frowned. "I hate most of them."

"Well, who don't you hate?"

"Hmm...the most tolerable one is probably Nova, but only because our personalities are so similar. My personal favorite is Ezra, the youngest, because it's quite amusing watching her go head to head in arguments with Luca."

Blaine nodded slowly. "Why do you guys hate each other so much?"

"Because of our mothers." Blaine looked at me expectantly. I continued, "We all have different mothers. The only siblings who share a mother are Fabian and Aaru, which is why they're so close."

"What does having different mothers have to do with anything?" Blaine tripped over a loose stone and clutched my arm for support. Once he was upright I shook him off.

"Because it's obvious which women Satan liked the most. I guess as children we became jealous, and over time we ended up despising each other along with our father." I ran a hand through my hair. "Nothing specific."

"Why do you guys hate Satan so much?" Blaine asked curiously. He had a lot of questions, didn't he? First, he tries to get someone as regal and beautiful as I am to sleep on the floor, and now he's interrogating me and my family history.

I huffed. "He's a dick."

"But-"

"Drop it."

"Fine."

We walked on in an awkward silence, and I couldn't help but sneak angry glances at him when he wasn't paying attention. I wasn't sure what it was about him, but just seeing him pissed me off. Even his endless turret of words annoyed me.

"Did you have any siblings?" I asked lamely as I tried to eliminate the tension.

He laughed dryly, but it was an eerie laugh, one without any trace of joy. "I never had siblings that I knew up. The closest thing that would've come to it would have been my best friend."

Best friend? Why did he sound so sad? Maybe he died before he could confess his love or something. "Where's your best friend?"

He didn't make eye contact, but he still stayed in step with me. "She disappeared when we were fifteen. I don't know where she went."

Oh.

"I'm sorry," I said, apologetic.

He shrugged. "I died ten years later so I'm sure we all ended up fine." Was that a trace of sarcasm?

"Do you think she'd be in hell? If she is maybe I could-"

He shook his head. "If she's dead, then she should stay that way or else it's unfair. And she won't be in hell." He paused, his voice practically inaudible, "She wasn't a monster like me."

Well this conversation had taken a dark turn, didn't it? I had to brighten up this atmosphere immediately. I couldn't handle it.

I put a hand on his shoulder and he jumped lightly. He turned to me quizzically, and I wiggled my brows. Was that my imagination or did he turn pink for a second? I shook it off because whatever might have been there was gone a moment later.

I grinned, running my hand up and down his arm. "Don't I look delicious today?"

He rolled his eyes and pretended to gag. That definitely hurt my feelings. "You look the same as yesterday."

"I looked good yesterday then?"

He patted my fingers, which still rested on his shoulder, and smiled softly. "Whatever helps you sleep at night."

"Bully," I muttered. He raised a brow and I shrugged. "You are."

"Should we go rest for the night? It looks like it's getting late and we've barely made any progress," he suggested, and I nodded.

"Can I sleep with you?" I asked, winking suggestively.

He snorted. "And have someone as wonderful as you sleep on the floor? How could I?"

I grunted. "Fine, suit yourself. But just know it's supposed to be freezing tonight and," I looked his ragged clothes up and down pointedly, "How are we supposed to look for my siblings if you end up with a fever?"

He pursed his lips and walked ahead.

We later checked into an inn - the next town over from the last one because I had been kicked out of all of them and they refused to give me service - and I snuggled under the thin blankets. I watched as Blaine lay down with a soft sigh on the floor, and it wasn't long before I heard him shivering, fast asleep.

Groaning quietly, I slipped out of bed. It was hard for Sins to get cold or hot, so tonight was nothing to me. But for him, even though he was brought back from the dead, he was still inhabiting a replica of his body.

Muttering obscenities to myself, I took the sheets off the bed and wandered over to where he lay. Draping them gently over his body, with a deep breath I picked up the mummy and deposited him on the bed. Unable to help myself, I curled up next to him. He felt so small against my chest.

Snapping out of my thoughts, I leapt out of the bed, pacing. That was a close one. When he wasn't talking he seemed infinitely more attractive.

Taking his place on the floor, I rolled over so I could watch him as I fell asleep. Gritting my teeth, I cursed him endlessly.

"The next bed is mine, doofus."

Chapter three my dudes ;) enjoy!
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