The god complex (Book one of The Devil's Daughter trilogy)

Chapter five.

White Walls, a locked steel door, a shaky handsome young man in the corner, a blue hairy girl, and an aged father huddle around the smoking girl curled into the fetal position, whispering I'm sorry.

Sorry is all that can be said before the girl faints and the father cries for the daughter he once had. The blue hairy girl cries into the arms of the handsome young man who looks down at the smoking girl, shakes his head, smile then starts to cry like a baby.

"Night, get Daye and bring Fire to her room, Chaos you keep her calm and under for a while, until she's ready."

"Okay," the blue hairy girl says, the handsome young man nods releasing the blue hairy girl and leaves the room to fetch the other handsome man.

"Oh Fire, what am I going to do with you?" The aged father smiles through his tears as the handsome men lift up the smoking girl and carry her to her room. The girl now on her bed looks like a sleeping princess instead of the fire breathing dragon she is.

"Fire you idiot, you beautiful idiot." The first handsome young man speaks shooing the second out of the girl's room. He sits on her bed at her feet, watching her sleep a forced sleep. "I can't believe I fell for you, a dragon." He stands and moves from her feet to her face, and stands there and marvels at her beauty. He smiles and leans over and kisses her forehead.

"Good thing I like dragons," he sighs. He stands upright and turns from the sleeping girl, walk out of her room, closing the door behind him and bolting the door closed. "Too bad you're being treated like a prisoner." They exit and shut the door, I approach the only mirror in the room and wave my hand over it, the mirror cracks, the girl does nothing but breathe in and out, unaware of my presence. My mistress, Princess Luna looks back at me, her small mouth in a pout, she is beautiful.

"She sleeps Princess." She smiles at me and at the sight of the girl on the bed. Princess Luna smiles and laughs, her face starts to waver and then disappears from the mirror. I place my hand on the mirror and fall through the mirror, escaping the prison for the girl who breathes fire.

"Umm Night, it's been a month. Do you think I should wake her up?" I look at Chaos, she looks like a small child looking for her mother. It has been a month but I don't know, it isn't up to me to wake the sleeping dragon.

"You have to ask her father," Chaos shakes, number one rule for the Devil is don't bother him while he's working. The last guy who broke the rule was burnt to a crisp and not by Fire. "Chaos you want to wake her up, well then you go talk to the boss. I've already been burned by one of them." I feel like a douche bag speaking to Chaos this way, making her stick up to the boss and I compared Fire to her father, ugh.

"Come on Night, he's creepy," Chaos smiles like Fire and I laugh. The main doors are thrust open and in walks the Devil.

"Who's creepy my dear Chaos? I hope you weren't speaking of me." Fire's father smiles but his eyes glow red, then darken to their usual brown.

"No sir, I was speaking of. . . Daye!" I risk a side glance at her, and chuckle.

"Chicken," I mumble under my breath and hope it doesn't make a sound.

"Alright children, today is the day. The very day you get to wake up my daughter." Neither of us move, we're in shock. He doesn't even want to wake his own daughter. Because he's scared of her, or what she can do.
"Well, go on Chaos," the devil waltz over to Chaos and puts his hands on her shoulders. His nails start to elongate and I can see the fear in her eyes. "Now Chaos," his voice sounds like Fire's when all the voices in the world try to speak at once. Only Fire's is a bunch of voices crying out at once while her father's voice are evil and demented. Scary.

"Y-yes sir." Chaos shakes as she walks to Fire's door, the devil's nails do not retreat. When Chaos and the devil walk into Fire's room, the screaming starts.

My head is pounding and someone is holding me down. I can feel Chaos in the far regions of my mind trying to force me under again but that's not going to happen, I've been asleep for too long already. A hand flies over my mouth to try to get me to stop screaming but it doesn't help. I haven't opened my eyes yet I'm afraid of the way Chaos will look at me.

"Fire stop this nonsense at once." My father yells I only yell louder and bite his hand. I'm not on fire yet and I stop, I'm not on fire. I open my eyes and see I'm covered in fluffy white clouds, fire extinguisher.

"Dammit," I mumble and wipe at my sore eyes. Chaos is close to the door and she won't look at me. My father hovers over me like a bee with a flower. He is scared and so is the person I called my friend.

"Fire are you alright, you nearly killed yourself," my father smiles and I wince. I remember when his smiles actually mattered to me but now he only uses them to charm souls or if he wants something.

"Well damn dad, you make it sound like you actually care about me." Chaos flees the room, smart girl. He smiles again but this one is forced, his nails are long and getting longer as we speak.

"Fire, do not start with me. Can't we just have a happy talk right now?" I chuckle, if he thinks that we're going to have a decent conversation he's out of his damn mind.

"Get out father," he cocks his head and smiles more.

"Fire," I push him forward as I stand.

"Get out now," he stands there and looks happy but I'm not. This fire extinguisher crap is gross on my skin but it fuels my fire. Almost instantly my hands are hot and my father starts to back up toward my steel door.

"Fire wait now, I said wait." He's backing up faster now, his hands outstretched to stop me, like that's going to help.

"I said GET THE HELL OUT." I feel the change faster than a second gone by. My eyes darken until I can hardly see, my voice no longer my own, it's ten thousand voices speaking at once. This isn't me but I can't stop it. The door opens and I see Night pulling my father out of my room, I raise my hand and pull it behind my flaming head. I'm going to hit someone. It all goes in slow motion, my father pulled out of my room, the door closing in my face and me punching the steel door. I let out a cry of pain and jump up and down cradling my fist."LET ME OUT OF HERE DAMMIT," I pound on the door with my good hand but I see I'm getting nowhere. "Let me out," I whisper and then I start to cry. I sink to my knees and crawl over to my bed but stop when I'm near a wall. I bang my head on the wall rhythmically. "let me out, let me out, let me out."

I drift off into sleep eventually when I feel my flame extinguish.