FATE OF THE LAST DEMON

Chapter 2

THE REVOLUTION.

After diving into the ocean, with Dariella, the both of them became unconscious. And for a moment, they stayed still in the water. Then Troy became conscious. He held her with his left hand and was swinging his right hand upward, to get to the brim of the water.

When he got there, he carried Dariella on his arms and found out that they landed in a shore of an unknown island. He quickly pressed her chest, and she spilled out the water. Trying to find her breath, she woke up, and tried to place where they were.

She sat up straight, her mind hovering around her thoughts. She asked, “Where are we?”

Realising who she was with, through a brief flashback, she questioned him again, “Who are you? What are you?”

He looked straight into her eyes, as if searching for something he couldn't find. He answered her softly, “I'm Troy. A demon who has lived 300 years.”

While he answered, he kept wondering why his powers flickered. He immediately looked at his left hand, lowered his eyes down to his wrist, to catch a glimpse of his tattoo in form of a star diagram. But couldn't find it.

He quickly held her both hands and found out his tattoo was on hers, the right hand. He got angry, and asked if she's a supernatural being.

She replied, “No” to him.

He sharply got hold of her tattooed hand and snapped his fingers. Immediately, they were back in the city.

On seeing this, she couldn't grasp the shock and blacked out.

The next moment, she woke up. She opened her eyes to the settings of a hospital, nosed to the different liquids used.

Troy called the chairlady, to inform her about her daughter's whereabouts. The phone rang, and Wendy picked it up.

“Hello? Wendy on phone, the chairlady isn't on seat now.”

Wanting to say more, Troy cuts in, “It's about Dariella, ma'am. She collapsed and was rushed to WEIL CORNELL MEDICAL CENTRE.”

He dropped the call.

In shock, Wendy drove off to the hospital in an instance.

Dariella, waking up to see Troy at her side, was terrified, mind already clouded with thoughts, embracing every ill intentions that came rushing.

She said to him, “Why are you here?” with a shocking and pitiful tone.

“I want my tattoo back in anyway.”

That was Troy's answer.

She bent her neck over to her hand, where the tattoo was sitted, then lifted her eyes back to him.

“Don't worry,” she said. “I'll get it off. I'll try to laser it.”

Troy found his tone back in a cold way.

“How will you get it off? It needs to come back to me! And don't laser my tattoo!” he screamed.

They started arguing. In the line of arguing,she raised her hand to hit him, he grabbed her tattooed hand and suddenly, in a flick her hand landed heavily on his face, they found themselves in a dark room, filled with nightmares, behind the dark, as cold as a lifeless body.

Dariella shouted, “Let's go back!”

She flinched a hit at him again.

He held her hand again, and they were back in the hospital.

Just after they phased back, Wendy came in. She froze for a while, staring at Dariella, who pretended to look weak.

She walked up to her slowly, dragging her feet. Went close to her and touched her forehead.

“Little ma'am, what happened? You got me scared. My heartbeat skipped.”

Dariella flinched her eyes towards Troy and said, “I overexhausted myself. But I'm okay. Please don't tell mother.”

Troy, who stood there watching, a call slipped through his phone, placing his fingers on it. He picked up and paused.

Trying to pick up some few words, overtaken, a voice came in, his P.A., Daniel, who assisted him in checking his clients' background, spoke up.

“Master, master, where are you? You've not been home for some hours now.”

“I'm on my way now.”

He quickly slipped his phone back to his side pocket and looked at Dariella with fury.

He warned sternly, “Don't laser, and stay alive.”

Storming out of the room, he headed straight outside, to get a cab.

He was filled with hatred for Dariella.

Walking out, having a scorched feeling towards taking a cab and walking home, he felt like his whole existence was reborn, and was back to his past before being a demon.

He felt chills running through his veins, and for once, he developed feelings.

He shook it out and said within himself, “I'm a demon, no matter what. But I must look for a way to get my tattoo back.”

The car stopped at a halt, and he highlighted down.

Heading straight to a luxurious mansion, filled with scrolls, clocks that have the names of people that took a deal with him, candles, a library covered with books, and a table with a list of due deals to meet up with.

His mind went blank, not realising the footsteps that was approaching.

“Master, where have you been?” Daniel voiced.

“What happened? I just saw you walking from the door. Is something going wrong? It's unlike you. You use your powers almost every time.”

Troy, already lost in thought, spoke as if seeing a flash of uncovered solutions.

“There's nothing wrong with my powers.”Daniel not satisfied with the answers he grabbed,looked for a way to get the answers he raised his hands trying to hit him,troy immediately observed and obstructed it with his hands the vibration landed filthy on his hands leaving him with wrenching pain,he groaned clinging his fist together and barked at Daniel.

He instructed Daniel check the background of Dariella, C.E.O. of J.P. MORGAN Pounding on what happened,he thought of possible ways that could have triggered the transmission.His feet gave an urge to lift, he pounced steadily on the ground, leading to his soul contract inner room,he stood and watched how lonely the place read,the ticking clock, gave him a bound feeling,the scrolls, were his passion that describes him.He noticed a piercing pain that ran through his bones retarding back to his table his eyes lifted to where daniel was, he laughed as he saw daniel pacing up and down with his tab in his hands.

"She must be a piece of cake seeing you going through so much distress Daniel;I need to get my tattoo back but then!! he climbed up the stairs reaching for daniels shoulder patted him.

"Finding her root can decide the fate of my tattoo and my powers!I feel like I'm lost I wonder the dangers that awaits me for loosing what I've owned"

He strod back taking the stairs to where his table lay lifeless throwing his hands on the world weight,he grinned his roars covered the room, throwing daniel at confusion.

Casting a look at daniel,he could read the pleas all over his face-"take a break daniel you can come back to work later she's a lot to cast a look on"

Daniel embrassed the idea of rest,he portrayed his joy, springing like wild flowers he dashed out heading to the streets digesting it's smells,savouring the taste it held,walked down,stretching his pale body he stood by the corner watching every scenes that reflected on the streets,he thought of the good life he could enjoy outside been the right hand of a demon.

Troy feelings were unusual,he needed answers,he quietly walked down to his library burning with urge to find out the mystery behind his lost powers and the identity of the woman he met...