Jet and Jade | Black and White 1

Chapter 19: Jet

Banvon...

Where are you?

He could be in Hell, or Heaven, or Earth, or...

Anywhere, basically.

And I knew he knew I would go to kill him. He had to be waiting for me, and he must be in a place where I'd be able to guess.

I groaned quietly.

I would need a tracker for this, except that Banvon was able to hide from angels, generally anyone from Heaven, and the Qwen. Well, the Qwen hated my guts anyway.

So, I had to go to someone in Hell. Maybe a demon would help.

I sighed.

So hard.

I chanted the incantation for a portal of Hell to open under my breath, "Luscander klrenawr pdizlsk slairn susosk riekhe shuskxyh qaoyrj wyeisk splusb dianerol pakeu wusn."

A swirl of black, red and orange appeared, a black circle in the middle. I smiled. I had succeeded. I rushed towards it, hurrying to enter the portal before it closed.

I was in. I felt the portal thrash more violently than before, and I knew that it had closed. I breathed out as the portal opened in Hell.

I was there.

I smirked, seeing the demons walking.

Before I stepped out of the portal, I whispered to the shadows. They clouded and slipped around me like a second skin, replacing my old clothing.

I walked quickly through the red flames that lined the floor of Hell, letting my wings grow out of my shoulder blades. I exhaled in relief as the familiar feeling that came with being an infernal found me.

Years ago, I had sworn never to let myself become myself again and to never leave Jade. Yet here I was now.

A dry laugh slipped from my lips at the irony, attracting the demons' attention.

I blinked once as I realized they were all looking at me.

Oh well.

"I need a tracker," I said directly.

The demons kept on staring at my raven-black wings, not speaking.

"I said I need a tracker," I growled, pronouncing each word clearly.

There was another round of silence.

"I-I 'ave someone 'ho can do it for you!" one demon blurted out.

I raised my eyebrows as I stared at him.

"My sister, sh-she's a tracker," the demon stuttered.

He had glistening black scales, his blood-red eyes reflected in them.

"Take me to her," I demanded.

I couldn't afford to waste time.

There was none for me to waste.

Jade could die because Banvon had cursed me and since our souls were linked, she was also cursed. Until Banvon died, we would continue to be cursed and keep suffering from these darkness-and-light-and-ice-and-fire attacks.

Whatever I was supposed to call them.

"Of course..." the demon whispered. "Follow me."

He weaved through the crowd and I walked after him.

Were they afraid of me because of what I was?

Probably.

Was I afraid of them because they were dangerous demons?

No.

A few minutes later, we arrived at a house that was pitch-black and made of... glass? I couldn't really tell.

"We're 'ere," the demon mumbled.

"What is your name, demon?" I questioned.

"Irvane." He opened the door with a silver key and we entered the house.

"Irlene," Irvane called. "Can you come 'ere please?"

A young demon child with black-to-red waist-length hair with bangs ran out of the corridors of the house. She looked about seven years old and wore a black dress, many black bracelets worn on her arms. Her eyes were pitch black, even the eye whites. The skin surrounding had an edge of red, her eyebrows the same tone. Her horns were smaller than the average demon's, the left one black and the right one blood red.

"Where's Irneela?" Irvane asked.

"Trackin' a person for a person," Irlene said.

Irvane rolled his blood-red eyes. "Very helpful, Irlene! Then I don't suppose you'll know when she'll be back?"

"Nope!" Irlene said cheerfully, before her expression turned serious. "Is this 'bout a person needin' to track someone? I can do that! I'm better than Irneela, I'm better than you! I can definitely track 'hoever the person needs to be tracked-- oh wait!" She looked at me. "Is this the person 'ho needs a person to be tra-- mmmm! Mhmhm!" she grumbled, Irvane's hand over her mouth.

"I'm sorry." Irvane looked at me apologetically. "You'll 'ave to find someone el--"

"Actually, it's fine. I'll take Irlene," I cut him off.

"What?! But she's only seven," Irvane cried.

"I said I'll take her."

"S-sure. Irlene, go with the lady, okay?" Irvane stuttered. "Be sure to lead her correctly."

"Okay!" Irlene said cheerfully. "Let's go, Ms Reaper."