Sleeping With The Enemy (BoyxBoy)

Chapter Twenty One

(Emmett's Point Of View)

I was now left alone with nothing to do in this distastefully decorated room against my will that looks like it belongs in the medieval ages rather than at home with my cat with my friends and getting ready for my new job teaching little kids to impale their enemies on a pointed stick.

I snatched up the towel and nightshirt from the bed and wandered into the bathroom stemming from the bedroom, luckily the bathroom was more pleasant on my eyes with more pearly white tiles and a shower that could house six children and a bathtub that was more of a jacuzzi than a bath.

I stripped off the old grubby clothes I had been wearing for god knows how long and tossed them onto the basin counter pulling open the glass door and stepping inside the glass box, the moment that the scalding water hit my aching shoulders and dried out hair I felt that all my bones turned to jelly as if I had been standing in one spot for years.

I spotted the bottles of different body wash and shampoo lined up on a shelf along the wall from vanilla scented to spicey cinammon, I settled for the rose scented shampoo sitting between the two and squeezed a small amount onto my hands and started scrubbing out the gross lanky strands of my hair that had made my usually gold blonde hair a gross ash blonde sort of colour.

I washed out the soapy substance and blindly fumbled around to turn the faucet off reaching out to the basin for the towel before stepping out onto the mat, I stared into the mirror across from me and the lanky pale thing glaring back at me. I turned to the side to catch a glimpse at the tattoo still branded over my shoulder I held back a gasp when a new addition was added to the tattoo, black veins had started spindling out from the pentagram snaking over my shoulder and up the curve of my neck tainting my usually clear skin with this disgusting black.

(Lucien's Point Of View)

"There's been an outbreak of Nether infiltrations around the branches of the world and even some demonoids of our own teaming up with Nether's to murder innocent humans" The French ambassador slid a photo out onto the middle of the table showing the disembowled corpse of a female with her throat torn out for good measure.

"They've been feeding off of their blood too, hence the throat being torn out" The Australian Ambassador pointed out gesturing to the bloody mess on the girl's neck.

"You're a vampiric type of demonoid too are you not My Lord?" The Spanish Ambassador leaned forward eyeing me wearily.

"I am vampiric fire element demonoid, but I feed from blood supplements via pill form" I held up a small vial of off-red coloured pills that made sure I didn't tear the hearts out of innocent people.

"My Lord, We have Mister Ren's Older Brother" One of the guard gently patted my shoulder and I rose up from my chair to meet the man at the door, a short boy with hair as dark as midnight cowered behind the oversized figure of the guard.

"Older Brother? The boy is tiny" I frowned leaning to the side to try and get a better look at him.

"He is horribly malnourished and there's very faint signs that this boy has been used as a demonoid vessel to carry young mercenaries" The guards hard expression faltered slightly as he rested a hand over the boy's tiny shoulder.

"Can I trust you to take him to Cassiel in the infirmatory?" I turned slightly to the impatient looking ambassadors sitting around the table.

"Yes sir, sorry to bother you" He bowed opening the door and slowly shepharded the boy out of the conference room, I pushed the door shut and returned to my spot at the head of the table.

"What are we going to do about this? Hell's Defensive Force was disbanded years ago" The Commanding Demonoid from California scoffed rolling his eyes like the snobby bastard he was "I mean, your little brother isn't helping us much either. He's too busy blubbering like a two year old" He guffawed exploding into a fit of laughter.