Chapter 23

15 1 0
                                    

Alison's point of view

"Biological father?!" It took a while for me to absorb it. "Prove it!" I demanded. He scoffed, "that's easy." He transformed into ghost rider and touched my skin. "Why aren't you burning or screaming in pain? How are you unharmed by my flames? How are you able to survive fatal injuries?" He asked me. And I started to wonder since all of his statements were true. "I-I don't know." He sighed.

"Listen Kurohi, your mom and I never wanted to leave you. We just did what was best for you." I shook my head, "best for me? How is it best for me?!" Anger started filling up in me. "Calm down. She died a long time ago. She was killed before you were a year old. Though I was left alive. The devil took me since I sold my soul to him." I raised a brow, "why'd you sell your soul to the devil?" He sighed, "my father had a cancer and he made a deal with me. He said that he would cure his cancer and I agreed."

I looked down and easily believed that he is my father. "Well after I killed him I came searching for you. I found you when you attacked everyone in your school. And I couldn't do anything to stop you, the demon inside you awoken, but not fully." I tilted my head to the side. "What do you mean not fully?" He thought for a while, "have you ever got fatally injured?" I nodded remembering the attack of the demons in our school. "Did you feel anything weird?" I laid down on the grass and he did the same. "Well I felt inhumane. I felt different. It was like something taking over my mind and body." He nodded. "So you've awakened the demon inside you. But remember this. There will be times when you'll be a normal human but the natural ability of your body like resistant to fire will remain. Those days are like today. Every seventeenth of the month."

"So what's going to happen now?" He shrugged. "Well my father once told me, 'if you don't make the choice, the choice makes you.'" I nodded and smiled a bit. "Well I have to choose them wisely or else they might make me do something horrible." He smiled and I went back to the mansion.

The twins moved in instead after a couple of months, so we all have a room of our own but Allby most of the time stays with me. I opened the gate and entered. I was greeted by Mark who was at the door way of the mansion. "Good evening, madam." I gave him a poker face, "I told you not to call me that." He chuckled and nodded. "Where's Allby?" He presented him and he ran to me with a sling around his shoulder and arm. "Hey little buddy! How are you feeling?"

He hugged me and I hugged back, "Dante and I were just talking about you!" I looked at him, "about what?" He thought for a while. "He said to me of how he was dreaming of getting you on bed and beneath him!" Mark held his laughter but failed. "Well just tell him that it was never gonna happen-" he then cut me off by adding another sentence, "-and I told him that will only happen with Vergil."

I jaw-dropped at his final statement and Mark laughed uncontrollably loud. "Ehh why'd you say that?" I asked with my eyes twitching. "Well it's true. You like Vergil even though you don't show it and you keep denying it to yourself, you don't realize that you love him. Right Mark?" I was totally speechless. "Yes I certainly agree with you young master." Mark agreed and I couldn't compose myself, I was stuck at what my little brother said.

"How the hell does he knows this?! He's so young and yet he's lecturing me about this stuff?" I cursed myself, "Allby you should get some sleep. There's still classes tomorrow." I avoided his topic. "What are you wearing by the way?" He pointed at my clothes. I suddenly got nervous since they don't know that I'm working instead of going to school. "Anyway, I think Vergil likes you too. He wouldn't have cured me if he didn't like you. He didn't want you to feel lonely. He did it voluntarily!"

I stopped him and said, "okay big guy. Enough with the lovey-Dovey topic. Go clean yourself and get some sleep. Got it?" He saluted and exclaimed, "yes ma'am!" He ran and I faced Mark. "How do you think he knows those stuff?" I asked while removing my necktie. "Observations. And what are you wearing? That's not your uniform in school. The school doesn't even requires uniform. You always come home late at night. Mind telling me why?"

The unknown daughterWhere stories live. Discover now