The Ambassador

Ch. 11: Fractured Barrier

"I uh — well, I summoned him last night." (Y/n) played with the bottom of her hair not sure how the demon would react.

His gaze shifted to her eyes slowly, "Why?"

"The power went out — I — well — I wasn't doing so hot and I thought just to summon him to help get the power back on. He lit some candles and left."

She told the partial truth but mostly because of how defensive Contra became at the idea that Dark was anywhere near her. He seemed on edge and ready to react to her next words.

"Why didn't ye call Sean's phone! I could have been here!"

"Yeah, I'm not sure how fast that would be."

(Y/n) took the empty vile and tossed it in the trash. She grabbed her staff and continued into the living room with Contra close behind. After sitting down on one of the couches she decided to study the blood that stained the wood between the carvings. It was dark and stuck out. The bottom half had yet to be covered in any kind of blood which reminded her of Mia's story.

"Contra," The young protector spoke up.

The demon stopped scrolling on Sean's phone and looked over at her, "What?"

"I know there's a lot you and Dark won't tell me, but there's something I have to ask."

"Yikes, alright lass, what is it?" He placed the phone down.

"Well, there's three demons in the story I was told, one was you, the other was Dark, and there was a third one. Who is he?" (Y/n) looked over at him trying to read his face for answers.

They made eye contact for a few moments before he decided to speak up.

"His name is Mors. There, happy?" Anti pulled out his phone again and began playing on it.

"That's all you're going to give me, his name, just Mors?"

"Yup," He didn't bother to look at her.

"Fine," She stood up gripping the staff in her hands, specifically where Dark's blood sat, "I'll get someone who WILL tell me."

(Y/n) was bluffing after all she'd only dropped off Mark this morning, he probably didn't want to be at her house all day long.

"You wouldn't."

"Are you going to tell me more?"

Contra let out a long, annoyed sigh while sliding off the couch onto the floor, "Fiiiiiine!"

"Get up and talk to me," She reached down for his hand and helped him up.

They both sat back down on the couch while Contra searched deep and found his words carefully. It seemed important that he didn't say too much in this manner.

"Alright, his name is Mors —"

"You said that."

"Let me finish ye nit. His name is Mors, the demon of death. He's attached to a pretty powerful influencer. If it wasn't fer that he'd be here right now I'm sure."

"Who's the influencer?"

"Nope, that's all yer getting," He crossed his arms and looked away. "You'll find out when he comes out. If he comes out."

"If?"

"This influencer doesn't even take a day off — well like a handful of times he did." He turned back to her, "That's not the point though, we don't need him! Enough competition as it is."

"Competition?" She thought.

(Y/n) paused for a moment, "You know, first you were weird about Dark being over, then you're all defensive about this Mors guy. What's going on, Anti?"