Chapter Three "Truth Comes Forth"
After exiting the castle, she looked up at the moon that shone brightly on the late October night. The man opened the door to a black limo that had pulled up in front of them, and Dread got inside, sitting at the far side, sat her book in her lap, and began to read.
The man got in and sat across from her and sighed, looking at the ground and then back at her, and said, "will you now tell me what you are?"
"I am a lot of things" she answered simply, not looking up from her book.
"Ok," he cocked an eyebrow, and looked down at her book in the darkness of the limo; "you're going to hurt your eyes reading in the dark..." he trailed off, looking out the window.
She let out a small bitter laugh, looked up from her book, her black eyes shining in the moon light, and let a smile form on her lips. "It might hurt people like you, but I have perfect vision in the dark" she smirked, "wait… I'm wrong, you're not a human. What are you?"
He sighed, and leaned back in his seat, "that would be complicated."
"How so?"
"You could call me a vampire, but I can go in the light, you can call me a werewolf, but as you can see, I can change when I want, and I am the son of Satan."
"How cute…" she mused, not exactly interested in the conversation, and looking down at her book.
His face went serious, and then suddenly noticed strands of her hair turn violet, and crimson red, and smiled. "So, what's your name?"
"Dread Dead"
"Hmm..." he seemed lost in thought, but quickly out when he heard her speak again.
"And now is when you tell me yours" she said, looking up at him from her book, staring into his yellow eyes.
"Devon" He replied simply.
"Well, Devon, where might we be heading to?" she asked, still looking at him.
"I am going to Hell to visit my father, and you are going where ever you want."
He finished with a smile, that almost made Dread's black heart melt, but not quite, her thoughts were on where she was to go.
"I guess I am going to go to where I was before those inbreeds took me" she said coldly, looking out the window.
"And where might that be?" He asked, wondering if she really was who he thought.
"Kingdom Of Dead, I have to see my mother, and see if the slime has claimed the throne yet."
He nodded his head, finally knowing exactly who she was, the daughter of Death herself, he thought, as he looked at her waist long hair, changing slightly as she pushed it behind her shoulder.
"So, if your Death's daughter, that would make you the heir to the throne? Or are you the second?" he questioned.
"That," she said, looking back at him, "would mean I am the heir."
He stared at her emotionless face, and wondered what she was hiding.
"I haven't hid anything, you just don't ask the right questions" she answered, reading his thoughts.
"How long have you being that?" he asked, suddenly concerned.
A beautiful smile lit her face as she answered, "since the moment I saw you."
Devon smiled and shook his head, and tried to clear his mind, and block his thoughts.
"That won't help; no one can block their thoughts from me, not even Satan himself."
He cocked an eyebrow, "are you so sure?"
Her smile instantly evaporated off of her face, "when I was five I could read my own fathers thoughts, and when I was fifteen, when I met Satan, I could read his thoughts do you really think I couldn't now?"
"How old are you exactly?"
"206" she said, her black eyes suddenly looking frightening. "And you?"
"I was the first born, heir to the throne, and I am 375" he finished, trying to fight back the goose bumps that were crawling up his spine, suddenly noticing Dread moving her fingers slightly. "And will you quit that, and tell me exactly what you are!" he yelled, feeling frustrated, and his eyes turning blood red in auger.
She sighed, and stopped moving, causing the tingling to stop, and said "all the souls, mainly powers, my mother took before I was born made into one, I guess you could say, plus one more, bringing death to the souls that longed for it, that is what I am."
Devon was silent for a few moments, thinking over what she had said, and then finally said, "so you were who my father was talking about when-" he cut himself off before the words came to his mouth, not wanting to believe reality, and trying not to think about it because Dread would hear.
"When…?" she questioned.
He sighed, and then stared at the floor of the car, and said "you'll find out soon enough…"
When she heard this, she acted like she didn't hear him, and said "well, I'm tired, tell me when we get to the portal…" she trailed off setting her book down, and stretching herself across the seat, and closing her eyes.