Ethereal [COMPLETED]

XXXVII. Leather Black

Ethereal| 37

•Demonia•

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"For all my life I have been going around following you and your maniac orders!"

We were pressed against the door of one of the occupied rooms in the castle, and if my assumptions are right: this is Don's voice. I looked at Dylan and he shrugged, we continued eavesdropping.

"Don Don Don....." A husky female voice came through the door, "Tell me, Do you -- by any chance -- want to follow your friends' path?"

Dylan mouthed something but I couldn't decipher it, later on I realized that he wasn't lip-syncing to me.

"What?" I hissed, he ushered me to come forward.

"That's my grandma!" He whispered in my ear, I nodded in realization. When I noticed that the duo started talking again, I leaned back towards the door.

"You killed them, right didn't you? You wench!" Don said. Who did she kill? The two other guards?

"You should feel grateful that I found you in the right time or else you'd be dead like your friends." We heard a snort prior those words.

"I'd rather be dead than as a servant for you, you spoiled zoilist!" spat Don.

"We'll that's rich coming from you Don, seeing that there wasn't a sorner day in that scobberlotch life of yours that you haven't served me in, you wandought." There was a smug tone dripping from her words.I don't know what was the exchange in the past or what happened, but I was getting intrigued myself.

I always thought that Don was too lively to be a Devil, he was very helpful to everybody, you never knew which side he was on. I, myself have witnessed one of his way too many kind acts. I always wondered why, but never would I have thought that the former queen was the cause of these deeds.

"What do you want Darcelle?" he sounded tired, like he was sick of all the crap surrounding him. It was a rhetorical question, after all.

"My son is losing his marbles Don, he is going to make that Decklan boy the future king! Can you believe it Don? He's not even a pure blood!" She paused for a while, "No matter how many times I told Damon that I'm not having that half-devil the crown prince, he keeps dismissing me. Saying I'm getting old, no longer a queen to decide the rules any longer." I think the lady started crying. What is happening in that world?

"But you don't want Dylan to be king either." Don stated.

"That's true, anything related to that dire realm of Angelina is not from my blood and he made his choices, I'm not going to disgrace the child though, better than that dirty blooded fool. If I had the chance to disown these two -- Dora and Dylan -- I would do it without a second thought. But I can't."

"Darcelle you hypocrite. Weren't you the one who told me to grant the two of them entrance to the dorm?"

"Yes but to keep an eye on her not be her friend! Plus, I only did it so Damon could put the blame on that Daphnee wench. But I bet you my whole life those dim-witted children are the ones who set that quisby free."

Surprisingly, Don did not tell on us. Even though I am certain he knows that her words are correct. Dylan and Ashton were also the ones who knocked him off. But didn't he say that nobody knows about the tunnel except Decklan and Daphnee?

"But you never told me Darcelle, what were you doing in the tunnel?" Don asked curiously, changing the topic, I guessed.

"Going to Angelina, of course." She answered truthfully, which surprised me, I felt Dylan stiffen beside me. I got too engrossed in the dialogue I almost forgot he was there.