(Celosia's Pov)
'You can't escape darling...
You couldn't before, how could you now...
You are weak; Weak for him...
No wonder you have failed in protecting him...
For so long, I have awaited the day I got my hands on my precious vessel...
And now...
That day is near...
There is no stopping it...
You can save those pathetic ideas and hopes in your mind...
They will not work...
They will not save you...
They can not save him for his inevitable fate...' The voice whispered in the wind, sending shivers down my spine. It was like it was right by me; Whispering away all the hope I had. This had been happening more and more in the past month. First the visions, then the Black Dog, then the dreams and torture; Now this. The disturbing whispers that were carried through the wind to me.
Damian had heard them to. Too often for my liking. Threatening me, getting close to and hurting me was one thing, but My Beloved was his chosen vessel, and the closer the demon got to him, the more likely the demon will take him. Will hurt him, use him, abuse him; Mind, soul, and body. That won't happen.
'Yes it will...
I will enjoy using him as a pawn in my plans...
You will make a good play toy for him and I...
Oh I can just see it now...
My poor vessel begging from inside his mind's imprisonment...
Begging for me to stop...
Not to hurt you...
A torture for two in one...
How exciting...' It whispered.
"No." I sternly said. I am a stubborn woman. The only way that is happening is if I am dead. Even then I will drag myself out of Hell just to keep him safe.
'You can certainly try...
Although you won't succeed...
It will be entertaining...' A gust of wind blew as I was standing in the grassy field. Damian and I were resting here. It was quiet, peaceful, and secure for the most part. No security cameras, no people, just us, and the whispering wind.
"Sia? You okay?" Damian inquired, hugging me from behind in a warm embrace. I nodded, although I was lying. I was worried, deeply worried. What if the demon's right?
"No you're not." Damian clarified. I sighed, we had been reunited for only two months and he already had my mannerisms and body language down again. Just like old times.
"It's whispering again. More than usual. It's getting to our minds... Mine more than yours, but still." I stated, expressing my worries.
"You are worried about me... At least it hasn't gotten to us yet." He consoled me with a kiss on the cheek and a few sweet words. I giggled at the tickling feeling the kiss gave me. We went over to the car again, Damian driving again because I hadn't learned how yet. I knew the basics though, just in case of an emergency.
I got into the car, buckling in before Damian took off, and looked forward at the road ahead of us. All I had seen was roads; Roads, and cheap motels. In a way I wished we had better places, but low profile, easy in and out places were best. Especially for what was going on. I could only hope that this would end okay. With both of us alive and able to move on from what was haunting us.