Ethereal [COMPLETED]

XVI. Pitch Black

Ethereal|16

•Demonia•

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So he did hear me, afterall! I thought to myself.

"What vendetta?" I asked, trying to keep my face neutral as much as I could. I hoped I didn't fail badly at it.

Living in Angelina, whether it's lying, keeping on a facade, hiding stuff or you name it; These were just name you put on emotions you will certainly neither feel nor apply ever in your life there. That's how easy living in Angelina is, but ever since we got out and met our demonic friends, it seems like I have been doing the complete opposite of what I have been doing back home in my entire 18 years of living.

To put it this way: I can't act out something I'm not feeling. So when the crown prince asked me about my vendetta plan that he did hear me plan out with his sister; the princess. I'm not gonna say I'm panicking, I'm just gonna say that-- for the second time today and because of the same person -- I have successfully piss my pants again. Too much for being brave, eh.

"Oh you know, I didn't pry on you and my sister or anything, god forbids, I was simply just jumping off from my balcony to Decklan's and coincidentally Dora's room happened to be in the middle of my way, so don't worry it's pure coincidence." he said as we walked down the Demonia street.

Which isn't really helping my case seeing that one wrong move with this bipolar guy, and I'm dead flesh.

"You don't have doors?" my mind-lacking self asked, I wanted to slap myself for being so blunt, but I didn't want to cause more suspicions. Specially that I don't know what this guy knows, and I'm not one to play with fire. Okay maybe a little ignition but not the whole fire.

"Doors? Satan! you guys still use these?" He asked with an, indeed, very serious face. I couldn't decipher if he really was kidding or not. I mean I don't live here, therefore, I don't know for sure if they use doors here. But when I thought about it, Dora did let us in the room through a door. But his facial expression gave me not the slightest of ideas of whether or not the devil was joking or was it a serious matter here in this drastic land.

I'm loosing way too much brain cells, trying to decode every single thing that comes out of his mouth.

"Why not use doors?" I asked looking in front of me, glad the discussion escalated fast, and now he forgot about what he heard, thereof.

"Where is the fun in using a door when you can jump or fly throughout the balconies into the rooms?"

"Are you for real?"

"Pretty much, baby." He said while raising only one side of his lips while smiling, why is he conducting a lopsided smile? Its creepy. I wanted to gag; I ignored the last part as well.

"Now," Oh god no, "You still didn't answer my previous question." He said getting back to the previous discussion.

While we bypassed a couple of strange looking demons, I found one pulling out a knife from his back pocket and then in a swift mood he shoves it up the other guy's throat, then the shoved-through guy fell on the ground, forming a puddle of maroon-like blood on the asphalt around his silhouette.

Shivers ran down my spine, I immediately turned around searching for the twins, when I didn't find them, terror instantly filled my system.

One more spin, I bumped into a middle-aged Demon with two front missing teeth,what looked like three inches tall eyebrows and probably no space between them. A weird scent of alcohol immediately filled my nostrils, I mumbled a quick, incoherent sorry, which he arched an eyebrow at. he then performed a full-length grin, which was downright creepy.