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was enjoying watching him suffer.
Damien slowly climbed to his feet and began plucking out the items which were sticking from him with a grimace.
It was amazing to see the magic move through his body, working to push some of the smaller objects out of his skin while he worked at extracting others.
He looked at Vance. “I suppose I had that coming,” he said nonchalantly, and this inflamed Vance even more.
I hurried off the bed, rushing to his side and placing what I hoped was a calming hand on his shoulder.
“No more,” I whispered, wanting to protect the situation from escalating any further. “You’ve made your point.”
“I agree,” Damien said, looking between the two of us with a pained, but also amused, expression. “If you’ll excuse me for a bit, I will be back shortly.” He turned sharply and moved across the room looking stiff as he walked. When he reached the wall he waved his arm, and a door appeared.
He opened it, revealing someone standing on the other side as he stepped through. The individual closed it behind him, and the wall went back to its previous appearance.
Vance turned to look at me and grinned. “Behold, the door,” he said triumphantly.
“Behold, the guard on the other side of the door,” I reminded him, before growing incredibly angry. “What exactly did you think you would accomplish with that little display?”
His face clouded over immediately. “Don’t lecture me, Portia,” he said, brushing past me brusquely. “I did what I had to do.”
“Which was what? Enraging him to the point of killing you off again? Are you really that desperate to die? I think he’s proven he’s willing to go to any length to get what he wants. If you get in his way then he’ll just eliminate you! Don’t be stupid, Vance!”
He turned on me, his eyes flashing red, and he shoved his finger next to my face.
“No! You quit being stupid,” he yelled at me and I took an involuntary step backward. “He tried to take something from me that’s mine and mine alone. He was taunting me with it and if I didn’t answer him, then there would’ve been nothing to stop him from doing it again. This is all part of his crazy little mind game he’s playing with me. He’s testing me to see how far he can push, and he’s using you as a pawn to do it! Quite successfully, I might add!”
He was fuming, and I realized in that moment how close we’d grown over the last few days because of the trials we faced together. He’d been most attentive to me, like the Vance of times gone by, and I had taken the change for granted, overlooking the demon tendencies which he still ruled from.
He was terrified of losing me to someone else, and it was uniting us against a common goal, but there was still a hot headed demon brewing just beneath the surface. I had to give him kudos for holding it together as well as he had been.
But the second I questioned him, he turned on me. Suddenly, I felt very lonely.
“I’m sorry,” I apologized, wanting to diffuse the situation, and I walked away from him. I kept moving across the large cavernous space until I was past the base of the altar, going to sit on one of the steps on the far side, leaning my head back against the stone.
I was too tired to fight anymore … too tired to do anything really. I just wanted to crawl into the bed and close my eyes and never wake up again. Or better yet, wake up and have all of this be some kind of horrible nightmare. I wanted my life back. My life with Vance and my family around me, the one which had previously shown so much promise before the whole world had crumbled into insanity.
Closing my eyes, I cursed the day I found out I was a witch. What a naïve girl I’d been! I thought magic was fun and cool. I didn’t see it for the evil it could be twisted into, and I desperately wished I could give it all back—tell them I didn’t want it somehow.
Forcing myself
Damien slowly climbed to his feet and began plucking out the items which were sticking from him with a grimace.
It was amazing to see the magic move through his body, working to push some of the smaller objects out of his skin while he worked at extracting others.
He looked at Vance. “I suppose I had that coming,” he said nonchalantly, and this inflamed Vance even more.
I hurried off the bed, rushing to his side and placing what I hoped was a calming hand on his shoulder.
“No more,” I whispered, wanting to protect the situation from escalating any further. “You’ve made your point.”
“I agree,” Damien said, looking between the two of us with a pained, but also amused, expression. “If you’ll excuse me for a bit, I will be back shortly.” He turned sharply and moved across the room looking stiff as he walked. When he reached the wall he waved his arm, and a door appeared.
He opened it, revealing someone standing on the other side as he stepped through. The individual closed it behind him, and the wall went back to its previous appearance.
Vance turned to look at me and grinned. “Behold, the door,” he said triumphantly.
“Behold, the guard on the other side of the door,” I reminded him, before growing incredibly angry. “What exactly did you think you would accomplish with that little display?”
His face clouded over immediately. “Don’t lecture me, Portia,” he said, brushing past me brusquely. “I did what I had to do.”
“Which was what? Enraging him to the point of killing you off again? Are you really that desperate to die? I think he’s proven he’s willing to go to any length to get what he wants. If you get in his way then he’ll just eliminate you! Don’t be stupid, Vance!”
He turned on me, his eyes flashing red, and he shoved his finger next to my face.
“No! You quit being stupid,” he yelled at me and I took an involuntary step backward. “He tried to take something from me that’s mine and mine alone. He was taunting me with it and if I didn’t answer him, then there would’ve been nothing to stop him from doing it again. This is all part of his crazy little mind game he’s playing with me. He’s testing me to see how far he can push, and he’s using you as a pawn to do it! Quite successfully, I might add!”
He was fuming, and I realized in that moment how close we’d grown over the last few days because of the trials we faced together. He’d been most attentive to me, like the Vance of times gone by, and I had taken the change for granted, overlooking the demon tendencies which he still ruled from.
He was terrified of losing me to someone else, and it was uniting us against a common goal, but there was still a hot headed demon brewing just beneath the surface. I had to give him kudos for holding it together as well as he had been.
But the second I questioned him, he turned on me. Suddenly, I felt very lonely.
“I’m sorry,” I apologized, wanting to diffuse the situation, and I walked away from him. I kept moving across the large cavernous space until I was past the base of the altar, going to sit on one of the steps on the far side, leaning my head back against the stone.
I was too tired to fight anymore … too tired to do anything really. I just wanted to crawl into the bed and close my eyes and never wake up again. Or better yet, wake up and have all of this be some kind of horrible nightmare. I wanted my life back. My life with Vance and my family around me, the one which had previously shown so much promise before the whole world had crumbled into insanity.
Closing my eyes, I cursed the day I found out I was a witch. What a naïve girl I’d been! I thought magic was fun and cool. I didn’t see it for the evil it could be twisted into, and I desperately wished I could give it all back—tell them I didn’t want it somehow.
Forcing myself
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