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O N E W E E K L A T E R
"Chas, I need you to stay behind me," Zeldris led her away. It had be about a week filled with hard training and his fathers demands. Zeldris didn't want the demon king to meet Chastity but in order to please him it had to happen eventually. "Don't speak unless I say so and at all times ... keep your head up."
The freezing temperatures inside of the auditorium attacked Chastity's skin. Goosebumps became apparent and her tattoo felt as if it began to burn.
"And so here you are," the pungent smell of sulfur and salt water infiltrated her nose. "The one that controls all." Chastity tilted her head up at the dark clouded figure above them. The purple hues seemed almost demonic like, ironic. It took away all of the warmth that Chastity held onto.
"Here she is," Zeldris grumbled, his first clenching at his father's presence. None of the 10 commandments had been answering him and his father saw this as a lack of leadership. "Father— Chastity hasn't made much progress on her training."
That was a lie. After a couple of days Chastity quickly learned how to fly at heavenly speeds. Her fighting skills are unevenly divided, her strength is diminished. Even if she tried the girl probably couldn't hurt an insect, offensively: she sucked.
Her defensive techniques were all that mattered, she'd dance with ease, dodging the majority of his attacks. Her holographic forcefields left her untouchable but her will to control it became a different story.
"Is this true Chastity?" The demon king asked meekly.
"Y-y—"
"She can barely speak," Zeldris noticed Chastity shaking under his father's presence. "She hasn't spoken correctly in awhile." If anyone knew the demon king the best it was Zeldris. The demon king would try and manipulate Chastity, he always tried to manipulate people and Zeldris had enough of it.
"Very well, have you two consummated?"
"What?!" Chastity yelled in confusion, clutching her tattoo. She wanted nothing more for Zeldris to hold her and say that his father slipped up.
"I see that her tattoo is glowing, it's all falling into plan."
"T-tattoo? Plan?" This was something traumatic, she always thought of it as a simple birth mark that faded with time but this seemed to be embedded inside of her. "What's going on?" She began to stumble backwards, "W-what are you trying to do to me?"
"We're protecting you," Zeldris grabbed her hand, his eyes becoming lighter with each second. It was comforting, "the people that are after you, they'll hurt you."
The demon king sat there, amused at the charade his son put up. He could have very well been an actor. Zeldris knew nothing about love only infatuation, lust, and sin. That's all it was.
