Devil's Whisper: A Psycho's Waltz

Ch.8: The God of death's whispers

As soon as they reached the outer gates of the great estate, Leo had to pull over the car and park it in the middle of the road.

"Thanks for the ride." Said the girl as she unfastened her seat belt, and right before she closed the door of the car, she added, "Nice car... But you still have to clean the car. It sorta smells moldy and foul."

Elle didn't realize how the man's expression darkened instantly as he heard her words, he knew he made things worse the moment this guy, Ace, came knocking at his door first thing the moment he reached the villa... He had to ruin his plans and postpone "cleaning" the mess in the trunk of his car. It should've gone rotten already.

With a dangerous light flashing by his eyes, Leo stared at the girl... All the thoughts he was trying to forget, all came like a surging tide that put his brain in total chaos.

Yet he knew it was too late for him to do anything, as he saw an old man in a black suit and an old-fashioned hat that failed to hide his ash-white strands of hair reaching down his neck and his deadly aura.

Watching as he pulled the giant metallic gates single-handedly, he knew all chances of him fulfilling his plans went from a hundred to nothing real quick... This old man was not to be trifled with.

Realizing that he was given a death glare, Leo had to run the car's engine again and pull off. Drifting far away from the private property.

"How was your day?" Those words were the trap of this old man, with a hidden meaning that only someone of the Rosenvelts could understand...

Giving him the cold eyes, Elle had to give him only one word, yet she chose to respond with a, "The usual, grandpa."

She was telling him that it wasn't something "unusual" that she didn't call for him to pick her up, and being given a ride by this stranger instead...

In fact, she didn't have that much options in hand; If she answered with a "Fine", the man would be classified as a possible danger. If she said "A bad day" then the suspect would be eliminated right away.

As a matter of fact, she wasn't being courteous when she called the old man "grandpa". He was one of the Rosenvelts, and what more? He was her actual biological grandfather and the head of the Rosenvelt Familia. Opening the gates was his hobby as he grew older and retired, he considered it a training so that he never loses his muscles.

In fact, this seemingly old man, used to be the head of the Rosenvelts. Even now that he chose to quit the family business, he never lost his cool... He's still the most intimidating man in the whole family. If he had the will, he'll have the aura and the power to be the rampant he actually was!

Not looking back twice, she headed to the house in the middle of the massive piece of land. It was a twenty-minutes walk from the outer gates, through the gardens and back to the building, and the fact that every step of hers was watched by the old man who was walking right behind her, made her feel as if walking on glass.

It was the very first instict she developed having the Rosenvels' blood running in her veins, to never let her guard down when being watched, to never give her back to anyone unless she wants to get stabbed in the heart...

She couldn't relax until she put foot in the mansion and the old-man walked the other way.

The Mansion itself was a big complex with a mediaval style that was just recently renovated. She walked through the big round reception hall where white and golden furniture intertwined with the greeneries that she was taking care of and the great chandeliers falling from the roof of the second floor. Two great semi-curcular stairs embrassing the white walls, taking to the second floor where the bedrooms stayed in watch over the reception hall. Every bedroom was special to its owner, a total of Twelve bedrooms and eighteen guestrooms... Whereas the first floor counted the reception hall, the kitchen, a dining room, a ballroom, a library, a conference hall and some other compartments she never ventured in before...

In concrete, despite the whole "family" living together, this mansion was nothing but a massive house, not a home... Everyone was self-centered, focusing only on his own things. They'd never meet up unless they've been called by the head of the family, and they mostly wouldn't even remember each other's face...

"Elle!"

As she heard that voice calling her, a shiver went down her spine and shook Elle's entire core.

She wished she didn't know who it was, because the moment she'd turn back, she would be met with the great devil... Her nemesis nightmare.

"Yes... Uncle Hades... How may I help you?" She hissed these words with a bitter heart, she wondered what sort of luck she had that her greatest fears came back the moment she made trouble.

As his name amplifies, this uncle was Hades, God of the underworld, and the one claiming people's heads and applying death sentences.

"Nothing much..." The hand he put on her shoulder made her heart skip a beat, "... Izaac is calling for you."

Bloody hell!

Nothing good would happen if her uncle brings up her father... And she knew she messed up, because her father would only call up, if she was in great trouble.

Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to calm down... Because any fluttering feelings would be the death sentence made by the great devil.

Putting her handbag on her bed, it was the promise she made to herself to make sure she comes back safely and protects her "uncle" Raven's gift...

Walking in the hallways, every step felt like an eternity... The friction her shoes were making on the marble floor seemed like the crackles of fire from the deepest of hell, echoing endlessly in what seems like an eternal tempo... And the pair of eyes watching every step of hers closely from behind felt like Asura's Nirvana, promising to drown her in his gifted seas of flames...

Knocking on the wooden door by the very far end of the first floor, a familiar voice drowned at her, giving her a simple response, "Come in!"

As she opened the door and walked in, all giggles of fallen angles seemed to die... Hades didn't follow her in, and the moment she put foot in, a man, "uncle" Zane, stood up from the chair in front of the family head.

With his computer in his hands, he passed by her, seizing her expression from the edge of his eyes, before closing the door right behind him.

Elle recognized recognized this "Uncle" despite seeing him no more than a couple of times her entire life. He was a relatively short man in this "family" with a dark expression and light-brown hair, a round old-fashioned glasses and a computer that never leaves his side.

She somehow came to the discovery once that he had something to do with programming, even though all he did was hacking softwares, cracking websites, and mingling in the Dark Web ... He also managed some of the family's activities and brought some deals.

Staying two-meters away from her father, not saying a word, she was waiting for him to lay his accusations and give her his sentence.

Not long after, the man raised his head, sweeping his pitch-black hair covering his eyes back, taking off the glasses and laying his greyish-dark eyes upon her.

"What reason made you come back so late?"

This Frosty-cold voice sent chills made Elle's senses on their ends. She lined up her words and answered in a perfect excuse, "Mrs. Murphy asked me to her office after school, she said I had to work on my brakes so I stayed after to study for the exams next week. And I lost track of time by mistake..."

"Since when did educational institution work over time?" Her smart words were very quickly cut short by Izaac's sharp notes.

Elle let out a sigh and mumbled, "I had to wait an hour to find a taxi..."

And that was all it take to trigger the living bomb, "I don't believe that this looks like a taxi."

He turned the laptop to show Elle what he was watching on the screen, footages of a black car venturing in the wild road, from the outskirts of the forest to the moment it stopped in front of the big gates to from her out...

It was the first time she realizes that security cameras covered every corner of the woods... And most probably, "Uncle" Zane was supervising them all. And the one to tell on her too...

"Who's that man?" A question that pulled her out of her thoughts.

"Just someone I know." She answered heavy-heartedly, feeling the atmosphere getting more and more tense.

Her father didn't budge at all, insisting in his interrogation, "What's your relationship with him?"

Elle had to profess, insisting on her words, "Just someone I know!"

Her father was acting weird and that started alarming her and putting her senses on edge.

Not leaving her enough space to breath, he dropped the bomb, "Do you love him?"

Once that question reached her ears, a memory flashed by her brain. Crippling her moves and spinning with her mind to years in the past...

A clean wrinkless face and the same ice-cold eyes she knows. She was barely thirteen so her father put his knees on the soil to reach to her level. Handing her a little cat, with white fluffy fur and light-blue eyes that she dearly loved, demanding her, "Train it!"

One week later, her father called her out again and asked she shows him her cat, yet she was scratched instead as she tried to force the cat to follow her.

"Do you love him?" Instead of the unexpected outrage, she was met with a question... A question she didn't realize it was the calm before the storm.

The little girl innocently answered, not realizing how turbid the water Sha was diving in, "Yes."

This simple answer was all it took for the man to metamorphosse into the devilish rampant he was. His voice as cold as ever, he lectured, "I asked you to train it, yet all you did was to fool around and pamper it..."

And the next second, he pulled out the blade in his pocket and threw it like a bullet hitting the bullseye and stabbing the cat right in the throat...

The desperate meows dissonancing as air was seeping out of its broken throat, blood flowing out of the deep cut only to irrigate the earth's thirst and paint it crimson red... Whereas the cat was left to die a slow painful death and rotting in the wild forest.

The man turned around and walked away the moment he saw tears washing his daughter's face, he lost all hopes in her and let her in utter shock... Her tears bleeding tears before slowly darkening and letting her pass out, not realizing what happened.

The evening, she had to sit for the dining table without asking where her cat was, she had a feeling that she'll never see it again...

Deep inside, she wished it never comes back home, because something bad would always happen in this house.

Biting on her food silently, she felt something off with her food, but she didn't say a thing. Her "uncles" were the ones to always cook for her, and they've never been professionals... It might be the seasoning or maybe a vegetable that went bad.

"Did you enjoy today's menu?" A sinister entreat caught her off-guard, "I personally made it for you."

Without looking at her "Uncle", she took another bite from the meat patty and commented, "It tastes weird."

"Milky tastes rather delicious if I'd say..."

The moment those words reached her ears, food found its way out of her stomach... Milky was her beloved cat's name.

She vomited her intestines out at the imagination of the grand machines rolling and mincing on Milky's little figure, crashing it's bones and turning it's insides out...

The felt disgusted to her cores, blaming it all on herself. Yet the moment she raised her head, she found "uncle" Hades right behind her with the unfinished dish, forcing the juicy, sort of raw meat party down her throat while hysterically lecturing her, "...Good kids should eat their food..."

In the middle of her turmoils, she found herself living the nightmare of her childhood, a word rushing out of her throat, "No!"

It was the only word she wished she said before, the word that made her childhood a living hell.

She couldn't love a soul anymore! She won't oper up for anyone... She didn't want to get the b****y fragments of her broken heart to shatter in the void...

Because she knew the first time was a warning... The next time, she'd be the raw meat patty if she dares love anymore.