Universal Heroes- Book 3

5~3

Moonshine
"You idiot!" Sunny screamed in my face.

I wiped the spit out my face and watched her storm around the room with anger. Only a fucking idiot would get in her way when she was throwing a tantrum.

In front of us laid the broken chains upon the blood stained floor. Sunny's machete lay in the corner, just where she left it; there was a thorny vine on top of it.

Sub was here.

"Calm down for a sec and lemme show you something." I said.

Sunny had already punched another hole in one of the walls, and once again her hand was bloody, but she didn't stop there. She picked up the knife, breathing heavily, and slashed herself in the face with the knife and stabbed her right thigh until she was forced to slide down the wall behind in me in pain and defeat. Goddamnit she freaks worse than I do sometimes.

She suddenly raised her head towards my face and sighed deeply. I could just about catch the fading yellow glow from her hands, eyes and hair. It all makes way more sense to me now.

Demons always had to keep themselves under a certain range of power for negative emotions - especially anger - or else we could literally explode. On earth it's kinda self explanatory why - humans would put us in a mental hospital or insane asylum for the way we acted. Depending on the emotion we feel, our inner demons could have a "freak attack" as I like to call it, and we could end up doing exactly what Sunny just did. I've been one to have many freak attacks but the worst I've done is tearing off demonic body parts. They regrow anyway.

"Speak." Sunny said quietly.

"There's this guy I know - remember Sub? He's the mental one who barely talks but was able to hypnotise an entire city." I said.

Looking back on those memories, I hated channeling the pals' negative emotions into doing bad shit for me...or us I should say...For one, they're human, and for some reason seeing them in emotional pain just doesn't sit right with me. But if I wanted to get anywhere closer to fulfilling Sunny's wishes, my wishes and the freedom of my soul, like Elijah says, "you have to break a few eggs to make an omelet".

"Ah yes. He's the only cool one really. His soul speaks to me." Sunny said fondly.

Of course it does. I thought.

"I been telling you this whole time that he's a smartfuck. Look it." I said, passing her the vine.

I forgot to mention the the vines could stab into her skin and had the possibility of poisoning her depending on the situation he was in, but half of her body was already cut up and she seemed to enjoy pain so..

She examined the vine so closely until she finally gasped and ran out of the room. I'd honestly escape right now if I could, this girl is too much.

"It wasn't just him. This is shaped in a way that it'd fit around someone's waist. They're working together and I fucking hate it." she said, slamming the table.

I stood staring at a painting she had up. There was Nyeka holding her stomach, looking down rather happily at it, which contained the children I knew damn well she hated. Her face was stabbed with mini knives to exposed tiny holes in the wall. Next to her was a man, very clearly an angel. That's her husband I never really got to meet.

It made me think Alex and the twins though, you know because they're her sons, and it's like...they know they work the best together - all the pals actually. So if friendship keeps this team moving, all we need to do is break up this friendship.

Starting with Sub.