The Undivulged Son Series

Chapter 7

The sweat trickling down my bare chest was annoying me and I didn't know why. I was beginning to think my rescue mission on earth wasn't going to turn out well.

Zara got up gently from the ground and ambled towards me, erupting a splat anytime her high black boots came in contact with a puddle. "It's not over. We can still do what we do. After all, Ted doesn't know you're his boss. He still thinks your his bodyguard and I'm the secretary of the company."

She was right. I still had an advantage, but it wasn't over my brother.

"Zara..."

"Hey." Her hand cupped my sweaty chin. She gazed at me intently with her brown eyes, that were glinting with an emotion I couldn't decipher."We are going to stop Albazar. You just have to believe it and trust me. Remember, I'll always be there for you. In hell, and on earth, I'll always be your loyal assistant and friend."

My dear Zara, always having my back. I knew she was trying to make me feel better. She was the person I trusted most in the whole multiverse. If there was an award for the best devil, I'm sure she would've won it.

"So, about the auction..." I trailed off, sauntering towards a mat at the other end of the room. I unstrapped my coal - coloured boxing gloves and threw them on it.

"Don't worry about that, I've got us tickets." She smiled briefly and patted my arm. "Go take a shower, it's noon already."

I nodded my head and left the training room, leaving her behind. Soon, we were prepared, and I met her in her red sports car.

"Nice ride. Is this a new one?" I asked, shutting the car door as I entered.

"Yup. You know I like my cars fast." She smirked and hit the pedal below her. She wore a sleeveless red gown that had splits above both thighs. Her long black hair was tied into a ponytail. The beautiful black skin on her form was shimmering under the crystal light of the moon.

She drove so fast, that everything outside, were forming horizontal lines of different colours when we passed them.

"Zara, take it easy, you could kill us," I advised when she hit a speed bump and made my head hit the headrest.

She chuckled under her breath, and I wondered what was funny about what I said. "Ian, we are devils. We can't die. It seems all these years on earth have messed up your mentality about our true selves."

"Oh," I muttered and glanced at her face which had a mild smile glued to it.

I guess too many interactions with humans made me forget how powerful I was. But still, all that power, I didn't want it. I just wanted to be free from anything devilish.

Although, it was immutable. A devil will always be a devil.

"Come on, brighten up." Zara gently shoved me, waking me up from my slumber of thoughts.

I shook my head and stared at the road ahead of us. "Zara, did you ever wish you weren't a demon?"

"Are you kidding?" She asked, eyes wide open. "Being a demon is the best thing that has happened to me." Her brows locked, and she glanced at me before turning her focus to her driving. "Why do you ask?"

"Nothing just wanted to know."

I didn't know how to tell her, that I wish I wasn't a devil. I know she would see me as pathetic.

"You sure?"

"Yeah, just keep your eyes on the road." I eyed the windshield and slouched on the comfy leather seat.

"Okay."

After a few minutes, we arrived at the conference hall and Zara parked the car. There were a few luxurious cars parked at the parking lot in front of the building.

Tall lamps were positioned at strategic locations in the parking lot. We walked towards the entrance door, and my ears were getting irritated, by the buzzing of insects on the sultry bulbs of the lamps.

"Hey, take this" Zara handed me a red mask that had a golden fabric at its edges, and released her grip on it, when she was sure I held it. "It's a costume auction."

I put on the mask and spread out my arms. "Tell me, how do I look?"

"Like a devil." She answered with a smirk on her face.

"Let's go in." I nodded my head towards the entrance door that had a huge frame standing beside it. While heading towards the door, I used the chance to take a good look at her mask. It was white and had a silver lining at its edges. It had an opening for one's mouth to be seen, just like mine.

"Ian, you've been looking at me." She glanced at me with locked brows and a smile on her face.

"I love your mask, It's pretty."

"Do you want to swap?" She asked.

"No, it's fine." I gazed upon the huge man in front of me. He wore a black suit and he stood with his arms behind his back. Suddenly, I felt a tingling in my head. That moment, I knew what he was.

A demon.

"Tickets?" He asked in a coarse voice.

Zara stretched out her hand and gave him our tickets. They were blue and were made of fine leather.

Brother was making some nice cash.

"Come in." He opened the huge double-door before us and we moved in.

The first thing I saw was a sign on the wall that said 'Lobby'. The walls were covered in gold and a white line ran along it. Led lights were engraved in the white ceiling and they perfectly illuminated the room.

Zara pinched me gently, trying to get my attention. "That guy was a..."

"Demon," I cut in. "There must be many more in here." The hairs on my skin were beginning to stand. It was a sign that Zara's kind, demons were here and a lot of them. Good thing I was a devil, a higher rank than the demons. I could kill them in a snap.

"The hall is that way." She pointed at a black door at the side of the room.

"Gun?" I asked, stretching out a hand.

She put an arm behind her back and brought out a red pistol. I smiled when I felt its fine metal on my hands. Its trigger was of perfect gold and its bullet was capable of sending any demon back to hell.

I called her, Hell's key.

"Stop looking at her that way," Zara said as she moved swiftly towards the black door. "You look like you might kiss it at any moment."

I hid the gun inside my black jacket and followed her into the room. The room was dimly lit with a shade of blue and lots of chairs faced a stage next to the door we just passed through.

People putting on masks of different shapes and designs were sitting on the chairs and you could hear a pin drop if there was any in the room.

"They look serious," Zara said under her breath, her eyes scanning the whole place

"Let's get seated." I ambled towards two free seats and Zara followed quickly.

"What do you think they'll auction?" Zara asked as she made herself comfortable on the seat next to mine.

"I don't know. Albazar just told me to come here."

The people around us were too quiet and I was beginning to get uncomfortable.

What was going on?

Soon, the curtains behind the stage slid open and I saw what I least expected.

The yellow light above the stage radiated perfectly against its white feathers. The sharps ends of its feathers had a touch of gold than intertwined with it's veins.

It was a true definition of beauty.

I wish mine was like that.

My lips parted slightly as I stared at the fallen wings of my father.

But the big question was, what was it doing here?

Chapter 9

---Bloody Albazar

Ian's pov

Zara's hand curled around my forearm. She tightened her grip on it and stared at me with wide eyes.

She too was surprised.

The magnificent wings in front of us have been missing since the day Grandpa kicked my father out of heaven. His elder brother, Michael, had cut them off during their battle in heaven.

My father spent most of his time looking for them. Sometimes he'll send his demons to the surface to find them. He gave up his search when he found out it wasn't getting him anything.

No leads, just nothing.

"Those are your father's wings," Zara whispered, her hand still on my forearm.

"I know." I glanced around the room, noticing the whispers escaping the mouth of the people on the seats.

The click clacks of heels against the wooden floor of the stage shushed the whole place. A lady came out from behind the stage, and she strode elegantly with a smile on her bronze-skinned face.

Her black long hair had curly tendrils, dropping in front of her oval-shaped face and it concealed her well-structured cheekbones.

"Good evening Humans." She sounded so bored like she didn't have any interest in anyone before her. "Today, as promised, we bring you the fallen wings of Lucifer."

The onlookers clapped earnestly like they've been waiting for this moment their whole life.

Zara bent her head over my shoulder and muttered, "We have to stop this."

"Relax Zara, not now."

The lady on the stage moved closer to the wings before us. Her fingers ran on its feathers and the smile that gently grew on her face indicated that she found the wings attractive.

"Now, we won't be giving out the whole wings, we'll be selling each feather," The lady disclosed.

That wasn't proper. Each feather on those wings was capable of giving anyone power beyond their imagination.

If they gave these humans such power, the earth will be in grave danger, and all the humans had to do was to eat the feather to be granted the power.

"Ian, has your brother gone nuts?" Zara asked, locking her eyebrows.

"He's always been crazy since I knew him."

"5 million Hellies for a feather. Step forward if you're interested," The lady on the stage said, gesturing at the people before her tod come forward.

What disrespect.

I thought it perfidious for my brother to do such. I thought he was the 'loyal' son of Lucifer.

Selling my father's heavenly feathers for earthly money, was a foolish thing to do.

If only I was on good terms with my father, I would have reported my crazy brother to him.

Well, too bad.

As soon as the lady was done with talking, the people on the seats stood up and started heading towards the stage.

"Humans and their greed," I muttered, gritting my teeth.

"We have to attack." Zara nodded towards the stage that now had humans lined up before it. "If humans are given such powers, you of all people should know the outcome."

"Let's make our way to the stage," I ordered, with my gaze on the humans.

The lady beside the wings kept on cutting its feathers and a man in a suit beside a counter on the stage collected the credit cards of the humans.

I attempted to stand up from my chair but all I felt was nothing. I couldn't feel my arms, my hands my feet, every part of my body except my head.

It was as if my body wasn't even here.

"Zara, I can't stand up." I tried one more time but my attempts were futile.

"Me too, I can't even feel my legs," Zara disclosed, rumples forming on her face. From the groans she was letting out, I could tell she didn't like her current condition.

"Why can't we move?" I asked Zara, who in return, gave me a questioning look that said, 'how do you expect me to know? Were in the same situation.'