Demons: Rise of the Guardians fanfiction

Chapter 5

Before going in, Ariadne summons her two demon foxes and commands them to shape-shift into Deimos and one of North's yetis. She then walks towards Phobos's cell with the two figures behind them, Phobos narrows his eyes at her as she reached the door.

"What do you want?"

"It's simple really, just answer my questions and I might consider not to kill you or your brother."

Phobos bursts into laughter "oh I know you wont hurt either of us, it isn't your 'style'."

"As a group maybe, but as an individual..." waves her hand over and the fake yeti walks over with the fake Deimos in chains as she draws out a dagger "I'd like to call it as my hobby."

Phobos jerked against the chains restraining him, his eyes filled with rage as she kicked the duplicate to the ground, holding a dangerous glint in her eyes as she twirls the dagger in her hand.

"Still think that I won't hurt either of you? Tell me, what did Pitch do to Claire?"

"Don't say anything Phobos."

She glares and delivers a kick to the fake Deimos in the head "Who said you could talk?"

Phobos growls lowly at her actions. "....You can't stop it now, you shouldn't have wasted your time trying to capture us...we dont have the cure you're looking for because there isn't one"

Ariadne kicks the fake Deimos in the gut and he groans in pain "You're wasting my time Phobos, tell me what Pitch did to Claire and where he is or your brother gets it." Ariadne lifted the fake's head and held the dagger dangerously close to it's neck, the blade piercing the skin as a small trailed of ruby red blood dripped down it's neck. Phobos grinned and let out a laugh.

"If you're gonna try an fool someone with a fake, do a better job; Deimos's blood isn't red foxy."

Ariadne growls in annoyance as her illusions faded away. She stood up and kicked Phobos in the head before leaving his cell.

"Tch, useless."

"Your fakes wont fool me!" He laughs

"No but this won't" She walked back and brutally kicks Phobos in the face and stomach before walking out, locking his cell door. Phobos spits blood from a newly split lip then just laughs at her leaving form.

Ariadne messaged her temple in irritation. 'That went well, hopefully the other one would cooperate...' she sighs and walks towards Deimos's cell, Cupid was leaning against the wall and called to her as she passed

"Any luck?"

"It worked like a charm"

"If the sarcasm were any thicker I'd have to have a knife to cut through it..."

She half glares at Cupid "you're not exactly helping here."

"I'm not really the interrogating type"

"Well hopefully the other one will give us something."

Deimos sits cross legged in the middle of his cell unrestrained, and eyes closed in a meditative trance as Ariadne made her way closer to the cell bars.

"Sorry to interrupt your nap, but I need some answers"

Deimos slowly opens his eyes and looks at her

"What, got nothing to say?"

"You've yet to ask me anything.."

"Technically I already asked you something, but let's get to the point. Where is Pitch?"