Nico di Angelo...( An Asa Butterfield's horror secrets)

The Tablet.............

I barged into the large bedroom with Asa on the lead. I can't let him leave without an explanation....

Asa went over to his wardrobe, the one he was terrified of when he was a kid and stopped inches away from it. I didn't say a word as he hesitantly placed his hand on the knob of the wardrobe. Instantly, the temperature dropped and I noticed his torch flickered. My breath raged as Asa swung open the wardrobe door and rummaged through some piles of sheets. His window pane begin to sway, closing and opening and repeating the sequence.

Still, I only watched.

Asa stood motionless and from beneath all the covers, he pulled out....a massive tablet! As in a really old book with all it's pages torn, rippled and crumpled. I gasped and he half turned to see me....with absolute horror in his blue pearls. Outside, the air rushed in, making us shiver. The blizzard was worsening and we could hear the strong wind....moaning like someone in pain.!!

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I held the cursed thing in my hands, feeling dizzy. I shut my eyes and darkness greeted me with its talons and mockery. The whispers of the shadows filled my head with words no one would dare to hear.

'Drowning......drowning........drowning.......help....help....'

'Murderer.......murderer.........never forgive......never forgive......never forgive'

"Stop it!!" I cried out and Ferry gasped again behind me. "I don't believe you. I don't believe you....you're lying..."

'Never lie....'I heard them say. THEN....I heard.....HER....

'Never forgive A....s......aaaaa......'

My head went blank. My grip on the black tablet tighten.

Can she see me?

'Despair......despair......your whole life..........wasted.........darkness will come.........to you........darkness........issss youuuuu.....'

"LIER" I yelled aloud. "I. Don't. Believe. You".

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Asa was freaking me out! I ran over to him and clutched his shoulder. He seemed to be listening to someone speaking above him, because his black pupils were facing the ceiling and his mouth was slightly ajar. His breathing was hard and muffled and called his name....again and again and again............he was talking to himself...........

"Asa......what is it???"

I saw him closed his eyes, crying out, his hands so tight on the book that the edges cut through his skin making fresh blood trickle down his palm....onto the floor.

I cupped his face in my hands.

"Asa..." I whispered. "What is it? What do you see? What do you hear?"

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This is not good! I could feel it surging in my veins. Every nerve is screaming that something was wrong......and something was.

I looked up. I could hear......whispers....voices of hell.....

I was still in the Image of Asa's town home, still in the library, taking care of the fellow creatures who wanted me locked and death.

I floated up near the ceiling and I could hear the thump...thump of someone pacing the floor. The whispers and voices grew louder and I heard.....HER!

"Damn it..." I cursed, knowing the consequences of doing it. I am......the prince of Hell after all. Nico di Angelo, son of Hades! Although that.....was not true.