The Devil's Call.

Chapter 21 | Odelia

Chapter 21 | Odelia

The demon was ugly, with a sickening grey skin shade, and eyes so black they reflected no soul. He snarled at me, sharp, razor teeth biting towards me and I spun on my heels, the ruffles of my jacket flying up. And I kicked him, straight in the chest, sending him flying across the floor into those bar walls.

It let out a juttered cry, its blood splattering across the ground causing the crowd – past the bars – cheered thoroughly amused with the bloodshed. A laugh bubbled up from inside me and he stumbled to his feet. Swinging his black claws at me blindly.

"Stupid," I hissed grabbing its wrist.

It let out a whine and I pulled up the sword that I held in my other hand. Ramming it right up into the soft spot below his ribs. His screaming cut off and he grew still. Sinking to the ground – dead. I wiped the blood off onto my jacket, then smiled.

Although no one would be able to see it through my mask, I was quite proud of myself. The doors to the cage were pulled open and Holden in his trade mark red suit greeted me. I stepped out, just as two shadows swooped in to clear the body.

"Well done, well done, my arena queen!" he laughed.

I thanked him, then quickly left the place. Up the stairs and out the store. The weather was chillier tonight, as the sky darkened. I breathed out, waiting until I was more than a few blocks from the arena then pulled my mask off. It felt entirely stuffy tonight, and with Madrok and Vidan's little wolf maid following me I felt safe.

"Shouldn't you wait longer?" Vidan's voice cleared through the night and I spun.

He was accompanied by Eric and the leather prostitute from before. I scowled at the trio, and crossed my arms over my chest. The wind played with my hair. Vidan then did a strange thing, he smiled – brightly at that.

"Father and mother love us very much," he chirped.

I blinked slowly, "Ok?"

"Let me show you," he hummed.

"What?"

It was the only word I could muster before he thrusted his power at me. I gasped, memories and images flooding my mind. The fox clan in shambles by the hands of Cronas, Vidan talking to Irone – the truth flowing like a goddamn rive. Then a new image, the arrival of father.

Father's words. His explanation.

I was pulled back to reality quickly after that, panting for air and my knees giving out. Eric reached out to help me but I pushed his hand away. With my remaining dignity I pushed myself up. My heart was fluttering wildly and I hated myself for that.

I had told him I wished he wasn't my father.

Guilt and disgust in myself curled around my insides like a snake, tearing at my heart like fangs. Yet he still told Vidan how much he loved me – how much he loved us both. Despite our stupidity.

Suddenly the urge to go home and beg for forgiveness attacked me.

"Let's go home," I sighed looking up at the almost dark sky.

He hummed, "Best decision of your life sister."

"Shut up asshole."

Something was wrong. That was abundantly clear when we rolled up to the gates and they didn't open. They didn't open because the two guards that were usually at the foot of the gate were on the ground in pools of blood.