"I c-can't believe he's…" The guard looked down at the cut up body. "He….was supposed to be stationed home tomorrow…." The male skimmed his hands over the throat of his companion, watching the red liquid stain his worn leather gloves. He was almost so caught up in his sorrow that….
He almost didn't even realize the person in front of him. "Who are-" The long sword that the demon carried only swiped once through the air. The guard only peered his eyes at the red orbs before his only hope spiraled into the hands of the underworld.
"Cruelty of your actions have led you here…. See yah in hell." With that, a foot slammed down onto the hard skull, the sound of a crack ringing through the castle.
"Feral…..Feral…..Hey, FERAL!" I half jumped where I was. "Are you up now?" I shifted my body to stare upward into the dark blue eyes that inspected my tired body.
"Why would you care? I'm tired…." I rolled over quickly and pulled my black hood down even further over my eyes. That's how all of my days started: Xolah either yelling at me to finally get up, or just plain pulling the horns that curved on my head. That last option would usually end him with a cast, even if I knew he only wanted me to enjoy this earth's sunlight moments. Today was an exception for me.
"Get up, lazy!" Xolah's shoe jammed my ribcage over and over.
"Stooooooop." My claws grabbed the grey material and pushed it away. "I really want to sleep…"
"Why? 'Cause SOMEONE didn't get any sleep last night? Do I really need to monitor what you do at night….again?" I shifted in my spot and loosened my grip on the hood.
"Fine, bossy." Did I forget to say I was twenty-five, going on….oh….seven?
"Finally. I'll make breakfast whenever I see you stand." Xolah walked calmly out of the room, letting the atmosphere fall to a slow silence. I slowly bent my back and pulled myself up to a sitting position. That's right; today we get to see our father… My claws returned to the soft bed under me. That's….what Halox said…..Xolah never trusted him with anything…but he swore we would…..Maybe I'll just keep this in my mind until Xolah brings it up. I shook my tired head until I felt somewhat alive again. I slid my body to the side and got off the velvet covered bed, walking forward with aching muscles. Xolah, if only you'd listen…. My crimson eyes started to burn with the thought of Xolah in dismay. I stood still, letting the only visible, moving thing in the room was that of the slow shadows of the autumn leaves that descended to the inviting grass outside the window. That's right; I was completely vexed by my own conscious. I thought I was going to fall to the ground where I stood if I tried to move. What am I supposed to do…. A slow, useless tear stained my right eye. If only this day was done already…
"Xolah, I'm here. Rised and Shined." I trailed my gaze to the small kitchen, listening to the noises of the morning bacon sizzling across the warming pan. I couldn't help but to let my senses take in the smell of the crisp welcome to the already doomed day.
"Good morning, slow-poke. I made….bacon." Xolah looked at my pale face a raised one eyebrow. "Are you okay?"
"Me? Oh of course I'm fine! Ha!" I lifted my hands and laughed the best I could. He only stared at me.
"You don-"
Ding!
"Oh, they're ready." Xolah looked back at the heated toast and turned to grab them out. That was close… I quietly exhaled and rubbed my face gently. Was I sweating? No, I don't get that nervous. I returned my hands back to where I held them up at. Great, I guess I AM the nervous one of the bunch. Xolah pulled out a two white, glass plates, the gold trim on the sides sparkling with how clean they were. "Want butter on yours? Or honey?" The half demon reached for both options and looked at me again. "Well?"
"Um, Honey." He nodded and opened the cabinet beside his right hip. Stainless steel knives, gold trimmed plates; do we really have it off good? I trailed my focus down to his robe that covered his torso. Ever since Halox got us this house, we've been given tons of money every week. Didn't Halox say that he-
"I hate it when you think about him." My blood ran cold. Great, he can read my mind.
"None of your business if I do. It's my thoughts yah know." Sky blue orbs pulled away from blood red ones.
"Then don't think if he's that interesting. If that angel beast keeps lying to us then he shouldn't even be in your concern."
"But look what he's doing for us!"
"To spoil us and make us rot in greed." Xolah's grip on the knife increased, the steel object bending under his anger.
"Xolah, calm down. He's not hurting us; he's taking care of us."
"THEN WHY THE HELL DID HE WAIT UNTIL NOW TO TELL US, FERAL? WHY?" Xolah threw the knife at my head, his clumsy aim only missing my skull by centimeters. We stood in complete silence; my arms froze half way and my eyes locked dead onto his. "Why do we need to trust him now if it took him this long to say the truth?" Xolah sighed and lowered his voice. "Sorry…" He handed my plate to where I stood. "You're gonna be sorry if you don't eat it now…while it's still hot. If you're not hungry then…" Xolah lowered my plate. "Whatever…."
My long tongue flicked at my honey covered knife while Xolah paced the room.
"When are you going to stop walking around? We still have two hours to go."
"Two hours to walk then." Xolah paced even quicker than before, his steps becoming louder and louder by the second.
"Want some honey?" I held out the side that dripped with the sweet liquid.
"Ah-No thanks. More of a butter fan here." At least it slowed him down.
"Want me to get you some?"
"…Nah, no thanks."
"Yah sure?"
"Already had some on my toast an hour ago." Xolah wiped his mouth and smiled. I smiled evilly at my new idea and bolted to the kitchen.
"Oh Xooooollaaaaaaaah~" A slab of butter flew through the air.
"What the-" He ducked just in time for it to barely tap his hood. "Feral what are you doing?"
"SPARTAAAAAAAAAA!" I jumped over the counter and ran towards him with a pile of butter in my hands.
"FERAL-" I jumped on the demon and laughed, both of our bodies falling to the soft carpet below us.
"Ack! Feral, I don't-"
"Eaaaaaat iiiiiiittttttt!~" He could barely hold my hand back from almost smashing into his face, the butter dangerously close to ruining the dark blue material.
"Myaaaaaaaaah!" His voice squeaked before feeling the coldness hit all over his face. "FERAL!"
"Butter fan fantasy! Deal with it!" I trailed a claw over his eyes and stuck the globs of butter in my mouth. I could've sworn he would've ripped me to shreds if I wasn't…well…me.
"Oh god is it in my hair-IT'S IN MY HAIR-" I swiped my tongue over the black strands before he could rant any louder.
"Xolah, why are you so covered in butter? Of course I didn't do it!" I laughed and got off of him, watching the demon furiously try to wipe his face off.
"I- wait, what time is it?"
I looked beside me at the timer in the kitchen. "3:30. Thirty more minutes."
"Ugh. Lets just go, then." He pushed a hand under his body and got up, dusting off his robe and turning on his heels to walk out the door.
"Xolah."
"Ye-" I held up a spoon that was completely covered in the yellow liquid and pulled back the tip straight at him.
"Butter time!"
I couldn't stop laughing while he chased me to the outside.
"Alright, we're here. Now what?" I kept my pace behind Xolah as he pivoted his head from side to side.
"Wait, I guess."
"Ah, hello you two." The angel descended to my left side and wrapped his arms around me. Yea, thanks for pissing Xolah off… I looked at the demon to see him clenching his teeth together. "Yes, this is the day. Feral, I know that you consider Xolah as a… 'half' brother, but I want to tell you that… You two aren't nearly close to being related. Your fathers are complete opposites." My heart sunk with what he said. "Xolah, your father goes by the name of Cesare Borgia. He's currently in war with the assassins….and Feral…."
"Yes?"
"You are the son of his enemy. You are the child of Ezio Auditore da Firenze."
