I watched her curse before she then decided to turn around in what I assumed was to pick up the piano stool.
“Stop!” I shouted and Hakan paused the smoked figures long enough for me to ask,
“Can you bring through the stool and his weapon,” as I was curious to see how she intended to use it, as I knew it was most likely a means to protect herself against the oncoming blade. But I wanted to see how she managed it, and after a little extra energy on Hakan’s side, he nodded making it materialize into a thick shadow.
Of course, it had never been intended for this when I had insisted the instrument had been purchased for her room. For I knew that she played. This had been something I had learned from one of the few trips to Afterlife I’d had no choice but to make. But each time, I had found myself drawn to where inside the large mansion she had been hiding. Then once located, I had spent some time observing her from afar.
It had been strange watching her in her own domain, as I found myself irrationally jealous that she had been there and not situated safely behind my own walls instead.
However, I was no fool and knew this was my own doing, as like I said, it was an irrational irritation due to my own past decisions. But this didn’t help, as I then usually forced myself to leave and took my seat at the table of the Kings in a fucking foul mood. And who was there watching me with a curious fucking eye like she knew the exact reasons why…Her mother!
Of course, after that my mind was never on the meeting, one usually about the Sons of Afterlife and their own prophecy as it was being lived at the time. But soon, even the lost children of our world, the ones each of the Kings had been charged with mentoring had grown and left. Gone after first being shaped by our hand into what destiny had in store for them and were now all currently forging the path for a new future.
But Amelia had never been included in this, and I knew just from the sight of melancholy on her face as she played the large instrument so beautifully, that she felt the exclusion cut to the core.
She simply wanted to belong.
The guilt of this had always plagued me and she would never know why…no one would.
Which is why later on I would reflect on my time there and quickly made a promise to myself that after this particular visit, that when the time finally came, then I would get her a piano to play on. Just in case she wished to indulge in the pastime and share with me the clear talent she had. Because it had to be said, she was most certainly a natural and very few things until that point had captivated me so intently.
But, looking back on that day then I would have said the shy, sweet young girl of eighteen, one sat getting lost in the music, was a far cry from the ghost of a girl that faced me now. Especially when I watched her brutally run at him with the legs of the piano stool facing his chest. Legs she meant to stab into him and managing it as one struck him in the shoulder, effectively pinning him to the wall for a short time.
“Fuck, Yeah!” This time it was Caspian who shouted at her victory but unfortunately it was short lived as her foe roared in pain as he started bringing himself closer to her. Doing so despite the narrow leg that traveled further into his flesh. This way he could wield his blade at her once more but with a knowing grin she suddenly twisted the seat and finally forced the blade from his hand. His head followed the motion of both shadowed blade and stool flying off to one side before they hit the wall above the sofa.
I had to admit, I found myself breathing slightly easier now that blade was out of the equation. Especially when his smokey aura kept his head turned long enough after watching the blade’s trajectory, giving Amelia the chance to uppercut him in the chin. It hit hard enough that he went back a few steps. My council all cheered her on in a subtle way, no doubt not to set me off into another rage, but I had to say, the sight was encouraging. Not only to see her knocking back a much larger opponent, but also that my council were all naturally rooting for her.
It also looked to have caused damage too, as he even raised a hand to his face before looking down at his palm, which I easily guessed meant that he was awarded the sight of his own blood. I watched her mouth something at him and given her cocky grin, I could imagine it was something witty and in the moment. He spit off to one side and looked to have screamed something at her in rage. She responded back and then kind of stopped, cocked her head slightly to the side and started smiling before speaking again.
“There was music playing when I gained consciousness,” Liessa informed me, telling me that Amelia must have actually been commenting on the song playing. I swear I would have shaken my head at her if in that moment he wasn’t swinging a right hook at her, one she thankfully managed to block. Then there were two more after this in quick succession that again she blocked. But then my biggest fear played out as I watched the heavy bastard take her off guard and getting in a blinding punch to the face, one strong enough it knocked her to the floor.
“FUCK!” I roared as she landed hard on the coffee table before rolling to the floor next to the sofa.
“Gods!” Liessa hissed through her teeth and even Clay, Percy Caspian and Ruto now looked concerned for her.
“FUCKING STOP!” I bellowed just as the figure crouched over her and grabbed what looked like a handful of her hair yanking her head back. The scene paused and I raked a furious hand through my hair before turning away from the fucking nightmare playing out the past like some sick twisted Greek tragedy!
“My Lord I…”
“Sire…”
“Luc I…”
“Shut the fuck up, all of you!” I roared again the second my council all started to speak. Gods be fucking damned! I wanted to kill so badly I nearly dragged the unconscious one in here just for someone to feel the same pain my Amelia had. Only by my hand it would be felt tenfold!
But then I knew I might be killing an asset and that would have been foolish and rash. I swear I just couldn’t watch anymore, as it was fucking torture of the worst kind! But then I also knew that I couldn’t not see this through to the end. She deserved that and my devotion in all forms was hers.
But most of all, I needed to know if she was alright and what type of injuries she had sustained. I also wanted to know what had been done to her so when the time came for making all responsible pay, then I wanted this memory in my mind fueling my demon’s wrath to ensure that I inflicted the right amount of torture in return. And well, so far, their crimes were weighty enough to drown them in their own fucking blood!
Even hung, strung and quartered was too quick for them. I would tear them piece by little Gods be damned piece until they had been begging me for hours to end their suffering! One I would never grant, for where I intended to send them, would make their torture an hourly occurrence.
“Continue!” I snapped making Hakan look to the others in an unsure manner.
“My Chieftain, I could…”
“I said fucking continue!” This time the order came from my demon, one that each of them knew was far too close to the surface than he had ever been before. At least without control or allowance to do so. But seeing as I was currently one of the most dangerous and powerful beings on the planet, and one on the fucking edge of losing my shit at that, well it meant a very real Hell breaking loose was on the horizon. And the only thing that would calm me now was watching my girl kill this mother fucker in the most painful of ways!