"Go ahead and question him first," my demon orders Damien; the vocal sound coming from my voice is a mixture of my own and the Demon who lives inside of me. It was more in-depth and rougher than it usually would be. I wanted to be the last one to enter; I had no doubt that he would notice the Demon who stood in front of him. There weren't many who wouldn't. The Soul Eater sat stoke still. Taking stock of everyone who stepped into the room in front of me.
He sat with bound arms and legs. His pale white face showed no emotion his eye's empty and soulless. Looking into his eyes, he knew there wasn't anything there. He had been up close and personal with many a Soul Eater, this one seemed… different. I stood behind some of my men, taking in his appearance, he had two small brown horns on each side of his head, and he was utterly bald not one strand of hair was on his head, his eyes were pale pink making them stand out against his skin. His face reminded him of a Billy goat. You could see bruises that had begun to fade, most naturals were quick healers as long as any injury wasn't life-threatening. The other injures were another matter.
Damien walked forward until he stood just a few feet in front of him, he clicked his fingers in front of his face trying to grab his attention "Did you kill the Soul Keeper we found you standing over?" Damien growled out, he just sat there. As if he hadn't a care in the world. There was nothing, not even a flicker of reaction. 'Listen, you little shit. Either you answer, or we're all going to take turns. So fucking answer the questions. Did you take the woman who disappeared from the Fallen Angel?" Damien demanded.
There it was what we had been waiting for. A twitch, a slight flicker of recognition if my Demon and I hadn't been watching so closely, it would have been missed. He knew who Damien was talking about, I had no doubt about it. No matter what questions were thrown his way or what was done to him, he didn't show any reaction or emotion. Not one word slipped from his mouth. This line of questioning was not getting us anywhere. It was just pissing me and my Demon off. I let out an almighty roar, my men parted, like the red sea had for moss. Making way for me to walk between them until they were standing on opposite sides of the room, I felt the fear radiate through his body as he recognized the Demon standing before him. He whimpered in shock, his head shaking from side to side. His body started to shake as he began to struggle in his binds, muttering under his breath. I didn't need to touch him; I felt the pain the minute my mind met his. A mere touch of my hand as I stood there with my Demon would cause him total agony. I knew it would take a few minutes, and he would be screaming, beginning me to keep away. It was time I didn't have.
As a joint entity, we could go in further, like a worm twisting and digging further deep into his mind. My Demon loved the pain we were causing. Screams filled the air around us. We relished in the sound, craved it, and even as I craved the feeling it was giving me and my Demon. I hoped Scarlett would never have to witness us at play. I knew at some point I'd have to fully reveal my beast to her and show her every part of me, but I wasn't sure she would handle this, how I, along with my Demon, craved their pain. A feeling of bliss begun coursing through my body, as we felt him splinter from within. There on the edge of the barrier, I could fill another entity. We were so close I could taste whoever they were on the tip of my tongue.
I needed to pass that barrier, something was holding me back, and there was no fucking way I was going to allow that to happen. I needed the information he was withholding. We went deeper, flickering away one barrier after another as if flickering away an irritating bug. Blood started trickling from his eyes and nose, his skin turning a blotchy red, his hands clenching into the arms of the chair, his nails digging into the wood as his mouth open in a silent scream a look of terror on his face. It felt way too easy, as if I was being let in. The entity started to flicker and shimmering until it turned into a solid blackness. No physical features could be seen. Though it appeared to be human in shape, looks could be misleading. There was no doubt it wanted to be seen. It was mocking me, taunting me, I could feel their laughter. I felt the disintegration of the Soul Eaters brain, stood there, not being able to stop what was happening, as it started to rupture, crack, and then shatter into a million pieces. I let out an almighty roar as I felt the anger that we shared rose up within us. My body shook with rage, my hands clenching in frustration as I beat down the feeling of wanting to destroy anything or anyone in the same room as me. I felt the men behind me take a step backward, trying to move further away from our line of sight. I saw Damien to the right side of my vision, indicating to the men to leave the room as my eyes hazed over.
I watched as the light started to fade from the Soul Eaters' eyes, just before his head expanded before it exploded with a loud pop. Saturating his brain matter everywhere around him. It was as if a bomb had gone off inside him. The left side of his head was gone. I knew that whoever I had sensed while probing his mind had, without a doubt, had killed him. Now I had a bigger problem. We were in deep shit. Everyone, no matter if they were Naturals or Humans, would have to be on their guard. I would now have to inform the other leaders of the territories about this outcome. The Fae had finally come forward with an acceptance to the meeting. My men had come back in one piece. For the Fae to let someone go without a hair out of place, was questionable in itself. Where they up to something? Only time will tell. Nathan had to decline the invitation himself, he had said his second in command would be stepping up in his place. He never had in all the years I'd known him ever turned down an invite. I expected answers at the meeting. We had a fragile alliance, and though we had called on each other for help in the past and our own people lived amongst each other's, and some pledged themselves to each clan, it was still rocky.
Some of my men belonged to Jacobs and Nathans clan, as did my own. I even had the odd Angel living amongst us, and yes, I had a handful who have worked for me in the past. Angels were very much like the Fae, pompous assholes, and most a pain in the ass. Like the Fae, they tended to keep to themselves and didn't like mixing with other Naturals or Humans. If I was told tomorrow that the Angels already knew about the Naturals and Humans being taken, it wouldn't shock me. They wouldn't think about stepping in to prevent it and wouldn't believe that it was wise to let anyone know. I could feel my Demon settling down, my skin and features slowly going back to normal. Not saying a word, I turned to look at Damien, he nodded his head toward me, watching as I gradually changed from the monster that was rooted deep inside me to the one that I allowed to be seen on the outside. Not any sort of emotion registered on his face, why would it? His own Demon was just as evil. He was already on his phone, ordering the cleaning crew to get their asses down here and clean this mess up.
Half of my men have left; I couldn't say I blamed them. Seeing my Demon in full force could scare the shit out of even the most potent Naturals or other Demons. The Demons amongst my men would know who my Demon was and want to get as far away from me as possible. The few who had stayed were either fools or their curiosity had gotten the better of them. I did not intend for them to hang around watching to see what would happen next. I needed more Intel on this Soul Eater and who he'd been in contact with. I let my gaze drift over each of their faces. Straight away, one catches my eye. A look of excitement radiates from his face. Fucking jack, I've had trouble over him before, nothing to major, I had had to warn him, and so far, he had behaved himself. He is a sick fucker, and I always keep a close eye on him. The look of fascinated joy written over his face even sickens me. Yes, even a bastard like me has standards. I can tell by the gleam in his eyes that he is getting his rocks off. Dirty fucker.