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"Lana? Lana, wake up."
Samara...
"Please, I beg you, wake up!"
When my eyes finally opened it was pitch black. Where the hell was I? Dammit! I couldn't believe this was happening right now. This was not what I was expecting when I woke up that day.
"You happy now? Look what you have done." I shook my head in disappointment. "No dolly for you to play with."
"Talking to yourself?" Someone asked from the door but because of the sheer darkness, it was hard to tell who it was.
"No, talking to your piss poor minion. He forgot to leave the book with me." I couldn't help but let the venom in my voice known.
"You have a lovely character. Pity, you are just needed for a few days. Then you can leave if you want to. Oh and by leaving I meant, die soon, sorry, you look just so familiar that it's hard to think who I am talking to." He let out a chuckle and if possible hid his body more behind the door.
"What? Are you scared of me? Don't want to let me see your dickhead of a face?" I smirked feeling the familiar pull. He was afraid of something, but it looked like I wasn't the reason. He was afraid of what he'd do if I lost control.
Interesting.
"So curious to see me. Hmm...we can work something out of you." He tasked, leaving the switch on. Ah, there it was. Light. Looking around, it was clear that I was still in the manor. In other words, the torture cell to be exact.
Looking back at the man, I saw him carrying the book Hannah wanted to save. He couldn't be more than in his late thirties. He had midnight black hair and deep red eyes. But that didn't faze me as much as the horn did.
Hellhounds...
"How can a hellhound walk on this earth without feeling the pull to hell?" I whispered with a frown but he heard it anyway.
"You're correct but I don't like the term hellhound. It makes me sound like an old dog-" He chuckled at his own joke "And it's not safe to disrespect someone like me for only being a...hellhound." He finished.
"So what should I call you, Almighty?" I spat the word dripping with sarcasm.
"No...but Sage would do." He replied clearly ignoring me. I frowned at the name. Sage? That Sage?
"So...the reason you are here. I want you to read this book and call your Seeker." He straight cut got to the main business. But my mouth went dry upon hearing about the Seeker. He wanted me to call Mikhail.
Everything was good in the world again. Fuck.
"Why? Can't you call him yourself?" I asked. If he heard any bitterness behind the words, he didn't question it.
"It only works when the Reaper calls themselves." He revealed instead while looking at me with curious eyes. Creepy much?
"Sorry, not interested."
"Lana-"
"Look, I'm a very impatient person and I do occasional homicides of the people I don't like. I have got a damn reason to know why I'm locked up here!" I finally snapped.
He gave me a daring smirk in return. "Like mother, like daughter. Now I can see where this stubbornness comes from."
"That's why Roth Gill is the best wanted lawyer in every damn state."
"I wasn't exactly talking about her." He challenged.
"Then my real birth mother? That bitch?" I asked not knowing if I should be happy or feel threatened. Maybe that bitch was working with this psycho. Who knew what they were planning now?
"Exactly the one." Whenever I was nervous I tapped my foot. So, I wasn't even surprised when the sound of tapping my foot constantly brought a disgust filled look on Sage's face.
"You do know Seekers kill Reapers, don't you? So when you'll summon the Seeker using this book, of course, he'll have no choice but to kill you. That's where you're dandy. You will kill your mother because that's in your blood and you will be killed by him and all the Reaper bloodline will end with you. Then I can finally walk on this earth." He said dreamily before opening his eyes to glare at her. "Unless you're carrying a Reaper already. Are you pregnant or something?"
Were we doing a competition on who was more insane? This guy was fucked up.
"We're already on earth. If you forgot to look around. And, even if I was pregnant, who said it's any of your business?" I had to chant over and again, control Lana...Control. I didn't want to kill him...not yet. But only laughter could be heard around me.
"It doesn't matter if you're carrying a child or not. It wouldn't get to see the world cause you're dying soon. And are you sure that we're on earth? Cause the last thing I know we're in limbo, where no one can get out without lifting the veil of hell." He finished.
Damn, that bitch called fate...
VERMON
"What are you looking for?"
I jumped at the voice only to see Zedkiel was sitting in my bed. He gave me a weird look which I ignored, slamming the top drawer shut. I told him nicely a few times that since his job was done, he could return to Nola but no, he was starting to interfere in everything.
Even my cases.
"The case files, Zedkiel. If you didn't notice earlier, I kinda have a shortage of a Partner without Aaron. When is he coming here, again? I thought you had his memory erased by now." I asked with a straight face even if it was a lie cause I didn't want him to know that I brought the diary back from the precinct. He already had a lot to say about that and I didn't want words to get to mom.
"Oh really? But I thought you were looking for a diary?" My hands stopped halfway from opening the bottom drawer. Glancing back, I noticed him giving me that weird look again.
Shit. "OK. You got me. I need the diary and I can't find it anywhere. Do you remember where the last time I put it somewhere?"
"I burned it." He bluntly replied. The hell...
"What?" I turned around to gauge his face. "I don't think I heard you the first time."
"You heard me, I burned it. You were too much obsessing over a little diary." He replied again with no emotion.
Before I could truly show what I was feeling he spoke up. "Look kid...you maybe came from the Red clan but Mandy was from mine. That makes me close to your clan leader. I know why you are so obsessed with that diary and I get it. But I want to do what's best for you. That is to let go of that thing."
I dared him to lie on my face when our gaze met. "Why do you think I'm obsessed with that thing?"
Zedkiel shrugged, standing up from the bed. "That you are falling for a Reaper. None the less who already has a beloved and close to a beloved or whatever that was."
I didn't know if I should cry or laugh. Zedkiel actually thought...
"You read it. Of course, you did. You don't understand..." I trailed off, hearing my phone ping. "Wait here. I need to see this."
"Who is that?"
"None of your business." I snapped, irritated at how he was starting to act like an overbearing parent. I looked down to see who it was only to find no ground stopping me from falling. Messages upon messages.
And I never got a single one until now.
What the fuck? Just how?
It started out little by little as my face flinched in pain. I had no control over the transformation like the other times. My blue eyes turned to the natural silver ones, my short red hair slid down to my cheeks, the root turning to blond like my mother. And when I finally looked like myself again, I could only roar at the sky as thunder followed somewhere.
She's gone.
She promised she'd let me figure her out. Instead, I lost her again. Maybe Zedkiel was right at times.
Vermon Hernandez might be a simple warlock, desperately needing a mentor to help him. But Mikhail? His true shelf was an enigma to begin with.
And I just about was done with hiding myself.
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A/N
So, guys, did you expect that twist in the end? And if you are confused, I'll say it again. Mikhail and Vermon are the same people.