The Mysterious Demon (Sequel to TSFMTGL)

Reveal

-Dominic-

"What the fuck did you mean by 'The Mysterious Demon is dead'?" 

His voice. It was so devoid of any emotion yet stern that it was as if if I said anything that could push it-, "I didn't mean anything-"

"DON'T FUCK WITH ME DOMINIC!" 

He would snap. 

I was looking right into his eyes, eyes that held the look of a tiger. It was searching for something to satisfy its angry hunger. It was that look that made my body straighten up, shoulders back and I held my head higher. Whatever I may be, I am not prey. I did not fear anyone. I had too much pride. 

He seemed to notice this as well. 

He detached his hand from my shoulder and his eyes softened down. It was no longer sharp and instead held guilt but that also wasn't the emotion I wanted from him. 

"I quit street fighting, Nick," I stated, my voice sturdy. I refused to be weak in front of yet another person. 

He seemed taken back, confusion written all over his face. "But how? Why? You used to refuse to give up street fighting no matter what. It was your life! It meant everything to you!" I sucked in a breath because...he was right. He was right and that hurt the most. "Are you really okay with that?" He then asked after a pause, he seemed to be in disbelief, his voice made it so clear. 

I looked up at the ceiling, lights being too bright so I closed my eyes but that just made me focus on the pain even more. I didn't want to admit it but I also didn't want to lie to my brother. It will make things harder but I had to say, "No." It was whispered but that had been enough. 

I could hear him stepping forward towards me but I decided that whatever he'd hit me with, I'd deserve it. The trouble I put him in back then, my stubbornness and the fact that I kept it from him and had planned to keep this from him for longer. I felt him grab a hold of my shirt's collar so I tensed slightly to get ready for any impact but instead I was pulled into his chest aggressively. 

"I told myself I'd never hurt my sister ever again." I heard him whisper and those words, his hug, were what made all my muscles instantly soften. 

"Nick.." 

My voice wavered but I knew that I had to tell him. I had to tell him what happened.

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It was three years ago, three years after I was released from prison and I was fighting in the bar, habits unchanged. Xavier had retired already, tired of fighting and holding the bar's financial status on his back while I wasn't there, tired in general. 

I was back on my stage, going as strong as I ever was. People were loving their Queen and even though opponents were strong, I would always get up again. I would always be able to fight and win. 

That was until he arrived. He had named himself  'King'. Obviously in an attempt to gain attention and challenge me. I don't know where he came from but apparently, he had beaten the other top-five fighters and was after my title as the first. 

It was the face-offs when we were finally able to fight each other. After months of hearing about the guy, I was genuinely excited for the fight so I made sure I got to the finals and so did he. The crowd was just as or perhaps even more excited at this pairing. I mean, who wouldn't be? The title of this fight was 'The Queen vs The King'. A fight that was going to be written in history forever. 

He was the worst type of person though. He looked at me with his arrogant grin. He insulted me to all extents. "You're probably going to be my least favourite opponent just because I've seen guys better looking." "Are you sure they don't just let you win?" "Make sure you don't cry when your face is under my foot." "Bet you suck the cock of this place's owner just to be here."