Chapter 10: Sebastian POV
The Mistress was inconsolable as Danny helped her off the floor and I felt the same with the Master. His hard eyes looked at me and as he turned, his very smell shifted and I had to turn away for a moment; it had been a while since his Soul was so deliciously evil. Danny held the Mistress as she wailed and demanded the Master to do something to find the children. I met Danny's own watery eyes, the same plea pulsing through her brightening red eyes. I took a step towards her and sighed wishing to gather her into my arms. She turned and looked at the door to the room where the bloody symbol was on the wall.
"I want to see it."
I looked at the Master and figured arguing was not going to get any results and nodded. I led the way, not having seen the damage that had resulted in the blood spilled and the smell. I did know it wasn't a death stench. I paused and placed my hand on the door and the other one on the Master. He looked up and narrowed his eyes.
"It can't be worse than when I was used as a prize," he said, his voice hard, flat, and devoid of emotions that had become commonplace. I nodded and opened the door, not sure even I wanted to know what it looked like; the smell of Human blood would have been enough to draw me at one point.
The darkness was pierced by the hand torch that the Master had brought with him. He swung the light in wide arches, and settled on the wall. He stumbled back and bumped into me. I took the light from him, as it it shook, and steadied it on the wall. There was the same symbol that was seared into the Master's back - twin snakes, mouths open, ready to devour one another. In any other context it was fitting to represent the struggle of Humans - one after another's things, passions, lives even. But in the blood, in the large mural that had been made, there was a cold that shot through me and I placed a reassuring and strong hand on his shoulder.
"We shall find the young Master and Mistress," I vowed in a low voice. I shook in my core and felt my Demonic self rise, and did not suppress it. "I will promise you that, my Lord."
He nodded even as his knees hit the stone floor and he bent his head, the tears and the rage boiling up as he silently cried out. His fist hit the floor and he smashed his fists over and over, until they would be black and blue, weeping blood through broken skin, and sore. I bent down and pulled him to his feet. "My Lord," I said gently. "You know what to do."
He yanked his patch up and our contract sang out even as it came into view. "Sebastian. This is an order! I asked you to revenge my parents death and you have been faithfully trying. I will release you from that contract, hand over my Soul on the very spot, only if you save my children. Kill everyone - everyone - that was behind this," he said, pointing to the bloody symbol.
The air sung with the power and force of the command. I bowed my head, my hand burning and singing through the glove. My black wings flew out and I felt the delicious Soul burn in my throat.
"Yes, my Lord."