Alone

Chapter 19

I was thinking about how normal beings would fear going to The Devil's chambers unannounced to make a request that he wouldn't like, but I wasn't. 

As a matter of fact, you would need zero hands to count the number of f***s I give.

I waltzed into my father's bedrooms as if I owned the place, this time shielding my eyes from anything unnecessary. Like Damien, in the nude. Again. 

Luckily for me, this time, he was fully clothed. Which now that I think about it is probably a rare thing for him. He noticed me and rolled his eyes, "Just let yourself in, why don't you?"

I avoided eye contact, but not in a creepy way. It was more of an 'I care so little about what you think, I'm not even going to look at you' thing. "For an old man, you seem to have plenty of sarcasm left."

As I walked around the room, I made sure not to touch anything. Cause, ew, Damien germs, and just you never know what could've taken place there. 

"Thank you." He replied.

I opened my mouth to argue that it wasn't a compliment, but that would be pointless, so I just let out a sigh and said, "I have a request."

"Don't you always."

"Not always, having an evil, narcissistic devil, of a father, can make a girl pretty self-sufficient, actually," I smirked at him. "And we all know you aren't any better you self-serving bastard."

He didn't even blink.

I was mildly pissed at his blatant disregard of everything I had just said. "God, what did I ever do to you? Why do you hate me so damn much? I rejected your damn throne. So what? I'm here now. And you need to grow the hell up."

"I don't hate you." Seriously? That's all I get? 

"Whatever. I can't have this conversation sober." I needed to leave before I decided to start breaking things. "I want to see Luca."

"No." Well, that was quick, did you rehearse it you mono-syllabic d**k face?

"Listen to me. I'm not here as your daughter, we both know your paternal instincts aren't exactly optimal. I'm here as your successor. Our deal was to marry Sebastian and take the throne in exchange for Luca's life and well-being." Time to put on my poker face, "Did you know that studies show the longer you're away from someone your feelings for them either grow or diminish." I paused for effect, "But tell me, Damien, how would you feel toward a backstabbing traitor?"

He scowled at me, and I smirked enjoying my win, "Fine. But you don't get to be in there any longer than ten minutes."

"Of course, Sire," I spoke mockingly as I left, smiling as fear radiated off my father's guards.

I entered Luca's holding room -my father's torture chambers- to see the exact opposite of what I expected. He looked perfectly fine. Well-fed and unharmed. Minus the look on his face. 

The second he saw me, he blew up, "You leave me here for two f*****g weeks and you have the audacity to show up f*****g smiling?"

"You betrayed me, brother. I could've actually left you. I'm stuck in hell claiming a throne that I loathe. I'm stuck living my worst nightmare for you. This fate is worse than death for me. If I decided to leave or go back on the deal, you're dead. If you die, I get to leave. So if you value your life, brother, I suggest you show me some respect and tell me what I want to know."

I saw fear in his eyes. I wasn't kidding. And he knew it. As of this moment, the only family I have is Edalyn. "You knew enough about the god-killing weapon that you were able to make me believe you had it. Tell me everything you know."

"I didn't want to do that to you. But how does one pick between blood? My mom didn't deserve that."

But who was he to play judge, jury, and executioner? "You didn't seem to have trouble choosing. And I don't want your excuses, Luca. I want answers. In my eyes, you will never find redemption. You threw me out like trash and I won't hesitate to do the same. The only difference is I will always come out on top."

"Fine, before I went to see you, I found a seer." Just like Kaleb did. "She must've been a poser or some fake. She said some s**t like 'blood of both'. There are hundreds of kinds of weapons that have been soaked in two types of blood. Thousands even." 

But how many people have two kinds of blood? Very few supernaturals.

"I'll keep that in mind," I turned my back and began to walk away. 

"Alex, I helped you, and you're just gonna leave me here?"

"You didn't help me. You tried to get me to release you."

"I did what I had to do."

"Said every war criminal ever."

"You can't leave me here."

"I can and I will. I bargained for your life, not for your freedom." I wouldn't be able to stand seeing his face around anyway. 

"You're just like him."

"No, Luca, I'm not. Traitors are like him. Traitors like YOU are like him. So go ahead and justify everything you did, but you knew Damien would kill your mom anyway. Don't forget, he had no problem killing mine."

"YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME HERE!" He grabbed the bars, "You can't leave me here..." He said that quieter as is he actually expected me to turn around again. I didn't. 

When I walked out, I expected to find Damien smirking. He wasn't. "Bad blood, eh?" There wasn't a drop of humor in his voice. He looked almost remorseful. 

"Don't try to pretend that all the s**t that's happened isn't your fault." I was pissed.

I stormed out, slamming the door in my wake.