Devil's Prison

Chapter # 6

“Goddammit! Where the hell is it!?” Alphonse cursed under his breath, hands resting on his waist, pacing around the main hall in frustration.

The sleeves of his white shirt rolled roughly with a few buttons opened to reveal his toned chest, hair messy, falling on his aesthetic face.

The servants kept looking down, frightened at his rage. The fume emitted sealed everyone’s lips.

“I swear, Sir. I searched everywhere.” The head maid, Julie, cried, holding her dress.

“If you did then where the hell is it?!” He yelled, stopping in his tracks and returning a predatory glare in her direction.

“How many times do I have to tell you to not enter my studies!?” With a whisper-yell, he rested his hands in his pockets and stood in front of her dainty form.

“I am so sorry, Sir but please believe me. I don’t know.” She sniffed, trying not to cry after sensing his dominant form before her.

“How can you not!? You-” He was about to yell and curse loudly but noticing the commotion, Aurelia came, vexed by his rage.

“Alphonse? What happened? Why are you yelling?” She asked softly, rushing to his side, noticing how tension was spreading in the air.

“Is everything okay?” She asked in uncertainty, swallowing hard in apprehension by his stern presence.

“Yeah, you go back to your room. I am busy right now.” He breathed out, curling his hands in a fist to not take his fury on her.

“You are not busy but infuriated. Tell me.” She whispered, resting her hand on his arm but he pulled away.

She was testing his non-existence emotions, he didn’t want to do something he would regret.

“Aurelia, go back to your room. I don’t want to say anything I might regret so leave.” He growled in a low tone, glaring at her to leave him alone.

“But-” She tried to reason, worried about his untidy state. She was about to touch him but he slapped her hand away.

“Go!” Resent the intensity of his voice echoing in the hall, startling her.

Gasping, she moved away from him, scared by the embers burning in his eyes but remained stubborn.

Biting the inside of her cheek, she held the hem of her dress, shaking her head in denial, “I won’t.”

Weary of her words, he kicked the table nearby, breaking the expensive vase, “f**k!”

Cursing loudly, he left to refrain himself before losing his mind before the blinding wrath. She was exhaling swift breaths. Trying to cope with his rage, but failed miserably.

“You better find that file in the next twenty-four hours or else consider yourself done.” He warned, pointing his finger in contempt at Julie.

Her eyes widened in terror as being done means the cease of her breaths, tears rolled down her cheek, horrified to know her outcome.

“No, Sir, please. I swear, I did nothing.” She cried, joining her hands, begging the ruthless man before her to shred some mercy but he had none.

“Twenty Fours.” He hissed in a whisper-like tone before storming away.

She fell on her knees, losing her strength by the intensity of his presence to think she is going to die for something she neer committed.

“What the-” Trailing off, Aurelia thought she was devastated to lose her job, unaware it was a dismay of dying.

Frowning deeply at his mien, she walked after him.

“Alphonse, you can’t do this.” She argued, going after him but he was not ready to listen.

“Don’t bother me.” He muttered, rubbing his temples, walking away.

“You brought me here, you have to bear with me.” She responded in an enraged tone.

“Alphonse, listen-” Holding his arm, turning him to her.

This was the extent he could bear her nagging, controlling fury was his incapability and she was only igniting the rage he was trying to conceal.

“What!?” He yelled but with a hitched breath, a tear pricked in the corner of her eyes.

Her hands trembled before his superior presence. She was scared, not expecting to witness this sight of his.

“I-I am sorry…” She stuttered, shutting her eyes, letting him go instantly.

“Aurelia, Wait.” Turning to leave with fright overcoming her heart, but he held her arm, voice softening as he never wanted to terrorize her.

“Look, I didn’t mean to yell. I just lose myself whenever I am enraged.” He said tenderly, holding her shoulder, facing her.

She felt frozen under his touch but he rubbed circles to soothe her convulsing body.

“That’s why I don’t want to see this side of mine.” His voice went lower, gentle.

“I don’t want you to hate me.” He confessed, pulling her closer to his proximity, resting his hand on her cheeks.

“I don’t care what your side is or how you react. I want to know what bothered you.” Her voice came out croaked, holding his shirt, chaining her teary gaze with his.

“You.. You have given me a life of dreams but what have I done for you?” She asked sorrowfully, pulling his shirt as he averse the tears in the corner.

“I want to help you. I can’t do anything for you to ease your tension.” She whispered, face adjacent to his, augmenting his heart rate by her innocence.

“What happened?” She dared to ask again and took a deep breath, his hands willingly parting from her skin.

“I lost an important file of mine. I had a meeting tomorrow and I need it.” He replied, the lava of his mind soothing down. Hands resting in his pockets.

“Where was it?” She asked, taking a deep breath and forcing out a dazzling smile to ease his stress.

“In my studies.” He muttered.

“Then let’s take a look. No one is allowed there. I never saw anyone going near it.” She said, pulling his arm.

“You did?” He asked, arching a brow but she nodded.

“Yes. Let’s check. It must be there.” She said with a bright smile, determined to help him.

“It’s not.” He reasoned, he never forgets, he knows it’s not there but for her sake he bore it and buried his anger.

“Let’s take a look again, in my words, come on. Let’s go.” She grinned and he couldn’t argue with those twinkling eyes and sighed.

“You will find nothing there.” Mumbling, they walked to his studies. He held a sour expression, preparing how to taunt her when they will find nothing.

“We wouldn’t know unless we searched.” She said, resolved he didn’t search properly.

“I did, I told you, it’s not there.” He said, pointing at the table where it was, telling him how it looked so she could search for it.

It’s so big. She thought, scanning his glorious study room, considered as a throne room for a King; well, he is a King.

“Is it this one?” She asked, pointing at a file, matching what he held her.

“No.” He shook his head, leaning back on his table, folding his arms, watching her search for it only to find nothing there.

“This?” She asked, finding another one.

“No.” He shrugged, eventually smirking at her useless efforts, indulging how she was looking and he watched her.

Her eyes were scanning the room and she saw a file and knew it would definitely not be this one yet.

“This?” She asked, reaching out to a file on top of the shelf.

“Where?” He asked, coming closer, not knowing what she found in the corner. It could never be there.

“On top of that shelf.” She pointed and he took it in pure bafflement. Hiseyes widened when he saw the file there, flipping through the pages in disbelief.

“I never put anything over the shelves. I never forget where I keep my things.” He trailed off, he cannot perceive when and how it ended up there.

He didn’t walk into that part in the first place and it was perplexing to think how it got there.

“Then?” She narrowed her eyes, putting her hand on her waist, victorious that she did it.

“How did it end up here?” He asked, holding his chin.

“Maybe your house is haunted.” She chuckled but earning a glare from him sealed her mouth.

He was pondering and she ruined her thoughts, “A joke.” She whispered, putting her hands in the air in defeat.

“But, you got it at least, right?” She said, returning a vibrant smile, delighted she was able to help him somehow.

“Yeah.” He looked at the file and backed up at her, smiling feebly in return, shaking his head, glad he listened to her at least.

“Good for you then.” She shrugged and giggled in the end, giving his shoulder a tap.

She said, before walking out, leaving him all alone in his confusing thoughts, “See I told you.”

The next day, Alphonse got ready. Wearing a maroon shirt, his cross pendant hanging outside, wearing a matching black waistcoat to provide perfection.

Applying his cologne, he got ready to leave in the evening as the drive was long.

“Good luck.” She waved, bidding him goodbye.

“Thanks.” He hummed and left with his men, steps dropping dominance by each step, holding his facade, his posture.

“So, what have you decided?” He asked, reaching his destination, taking a seat, resting his one leg over the other to assert his supremacy.

“You left me with no choice.” Denver shrugged, sighing deeply in disappointment, but they were on mutual terms.

“Well, I will get my money and your diamonds. Fair trade.” He shrugged. Louis was standing behind, holding a briefcase which contained the diamond.

“Sure. The van downstairs.” Denver said, taking a seat as well, sharing a drink to seal their deal.

“My men are on it.” He hummed, finishing his drink in one go.

But before they could end this deal and cut contact with each other eternally, a strict voice came, followed by the sound of gunshots,

“Who is it!?” Denver yelled, getting up, thinking it was Alphonse, but the expression of stagger on his face told it was not him.

“Freeze! Hands up!” A strict voice came as a bunch of officers entered, catching them red-handed with no way to escape, with clear proof of their deed.

“What the f**k!?” Denver yelled. They couldn’t believe how the information for the hideout was leaked.

It was a top secret, no one knew about it and to think cops came was bewildering.

“This is a raid! Stop!Put your guns down, now. ” The head officer said, pointing their weapons at them, ready to shoot them if they make a move.

They knew if they resisted, their kingdom would fall and they had to go along with this drama before finding out about this traitor.

“Who was it?” Denver muttered, glaring at Alphonse to know from whose side this imbecile came from.

The consequences of dupe were a torturous death and people tremble to think about it, it was hard to perceive.

“Who would dare to lay a finger on us?” Alphonse growled.

Rising his hunting eyes to find the head of this operation and teach him a lesson to remember forever, to provide him the horrendous torment.

“I did.” An oddly familiar voice of a female came, approaching them and the person with the rarest icy blue eyes came.

No one in a timid and shy visage but rather in a detective uniform, guns resting on her side, sleeves of her white shirt rolled to the elbow.

“Denver Briggs. Louis Cote. Martin Scott.” She began to call everyone’s name, counting if she was not missing and stopped at Alphonse.

“This has to be a sick joke.” He whispered, his voice trembling after a devilishly long period.

To say he was shocked would be an understatement. His flabbergast help no bounds to find his beloved the ones who cheated him terribly.

“And Alphonse Jude.” She smirked darkly, indulging in his horrified reaction.

He couldn’t remember when was the last time his heart felt stabbed, when he was hurt but she did it in a matter of heartbeats.

“You are coming with us to the station. Now.” Commanding, she motioned the other cops to tie her hands to handcuff them, a smirk of victory not leaving her lips.

“Aurelia..?” He whispered her name, confronting her dead eyes with his desperate one, praying it to be a lie.

But folding her arms, her smirk widened, loving his miserable features, enunciating.

“All of you are under arrest for theft, illegal dealings and kidnapping.”