The Devil She Knows

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4 years later...

1 second. That's all it took for a decision between life and death. A moment where you can choose to act. A second where your fate is decided, where you can act and know you will live for more time. Or you can die, ending your life on the spot and letting go of your purpose. 

That's what Salvatore taught me. To live is to act. Yet there also must be certain obedience, otherwise the world would be corrupted in chaos. Chaos which could not be contained and would ruin our earth. The very world in which we live in. 

Which is why, to this day, I follow orders. I'm obedient and I act when told. 

I busted the white oak door open. Not that it could be any obstacle against me, even with the concrete bricks boarding up the door.

I crouched in a feline position while the pieces of the door fell around me. Inside, women, probably of the staff, screamed. I paid no attention to them. My eyes were focused on the man in the suit running up the stairs. 

He paused at looked back at the explosion. In that moment, his eyes met mine as the widened in fear. Good. He was right to have fear in his eyes. 

He continued his climb up faster this time. I let out a low growl and pounced. I jumped 5 feet in the air and landed in a crouch on the first landing, 18 wooden steps behind me.

I climbed on top of the railing and jumped, catching the next railing with my hands and using my momentum to flip me over. I did one flip in the air before landing on the next floor. I slowly got up and stared ahead of me, where the man skidded to a stop to keep from running into me. 

Without giving him a chance to reciprocate, I grabbed his suit with one hand and flung him behind me. He hit the wall and landed in a heap on the floor, whimpering. 

I stalked towards him like a predator. He tried to back up but there was nowhere to go. I'd caught him and now I was going for the kill. 

Something in my eyes flashed and I was sure it had turned into a metallic silver colour instead of my usual turquoise ones. 

I grabbed his suit again and lifted him, smashing him against the wall. His weight not even registering in my brain. 

"How...how can you...." He stuttered. His eyes blinking as if he was at a loss for words. I remained a neutral expression. 

"Wonderful creation, do you not think?" A calm voice spoke behind me. 

I saw Salvatore come up the stairs from the corner of my eye. I kept a unrelenting grip on the man's suit, his legs dangling above the ground. 

"Cecilia." Salvatore said. Although in that one word, I could feel the power emanating from it. It wasn't a request. It was an order. 

And so, I let go of the man and he slumped in relief. It was clearly palpable in the air as I took in a breath. I took a step back and allowed Salvatore to take in my earlier position. 

His black hair was combed and slicked back, not a single hair piece out of place. He wore is traditional grey Armani suit which had no wrinkles that could be seen by the human eye. 

I put my hands behind my back and stood straight, staring at the view before me. 

Salvatore had his hands crossed behind his back but he brought them forward and clapped once. A fake smile on his face. "Now, Darius dear. Now that you've seen Cecilia at work, I'm sure you will cooperate properly I suppose?" 

Darius looked at me nervously, and as if afraid for looking too long, he flicked his eyes back at Salvatore and nodded once. 

Pleased he was cooperating, Salvatore dropped his smile, yet I could see satisfaction in his eyes.