HORNS

HORNS 1

"An insolent man like you will never understand such infidelity that you've caused this family... you bastard!" Remembering the day I was banished from the world I came from and got stumbled upon this unknown world and the man who once I've called 'Father' still lingers into my mind.

"You know, frowning like your lolipop got stolen from an 8-year old kid is not really that attractive, how 'bout you turn that upside down and eat already." I was snapped back to reality as I glance at the female human in-front of me.

Right, I've taken this woman as my 'prisoner' at some sort, following her was a challenge, I mean I practically chased after her, running to who knows where, well after she saw my horns at the least.

"Quiet, prisoner. Who told you to talk relentlessly?" I threatened which she obviously roll her eyes in front of me. "B'coz, I'm not a prisoner. And for your information, I can talk whenever I want, and you can't stop me. Capishe?" She mocked, glaring daggers at me.

I'm impressed, she ain't scared the very least, unlike earlier.

Brown curly hair, fiery blue eyes and white creamy milk like skin, the woman in front of me is named Ambrose Carreon, a human with a weird yet surprising nature. As far as I've learned, she's a healer, in which they call 'Doctor', fore to say, I was appealed since she healed some of my wounds with bandages from earlier.

"So, your name is Pierce. May I ask your last name?" She asked, I paused from eating another spoonful of this delicious meal she've made and look outside the glass windows. "... I don't have one." And hell, I will spit my gut out if ever I say that word.

"Oh... I'm sorry." She must have get it, reading the atmosphere and glance away. She muttered a sorry and look outside guiltily. "Mm." I proceeded on eating as silence surrounded us.

I guess she was getting uncomfortable as she look at me then to the windows then back at me, like a cycle not knowing when to stop. "...you're not much of a talker are you, huh?" She spoke after I finished the meal.

"Mm." I nodded as my eyes lazily look up to her. She was somewhat in dazed as she continued to look at me. "So uhm, I'm still confused, you're saying you're not a demon but a zemos, w-what are zemos?" She asked, snapping out from her oblivion.

"You asked too much." I lazily replied as I stood up. "Excuse me? You we're questioning me endlessly some time ago! And would you please put the dishes in the dishwasher please?" She sneered, looking at me in utter disbelief as I walked towards the sofa.

"Hm? It's a fair point actually, you also didn't answered ALL of my questions, aren't we even? And also, you're my prisoner, so act like one." I countered, rather appalled she grumbles and glared once again at my standing.

"You jerk! This isn't even your house! You freeloader!"