Chapter 2: Smooth Move
Elta's eyes bulged as she fought to keep down her scream. One demon in particular noticed her reaction. His skin was like onion skin, a contrast to his black hair.
"What is it that troubles you so, young one?" he asked her, putting a hand on her shoulder. Elta's eyes got wider as he stared at her. Then, all at once, his kindness turned into ferocity as he turned on the purple eyed demon, whose eyes were red now.
"The priest's daughter? Of our own CITY?!" he yelled straight into her face. Her face turned into anger as well.
"There's no possible way! I came from regions FAR beyond Volterra! She couldn't possibly be a De Luca!!" the demon shouted, though the tiniest moment of doubt occurred in her eyes. The male demon placed a hand on her shoulder, his eyes closed as he concentrated on something.
"You recognized her when you were walking them in! And how could you not? She looks like exactly like your sister!" he said in a calm but dangerous voice.
"Impossible. That was almost a century ago. The exact look could not have carried that long through the De Luca line!" she replied in a level voice, but her face said otherwise. The male demon then turned on Elta.
"Dear child, who is your father?" he asked her politely, resting his hand on her shoulder once more. It made her shiver. She hadn't noticed how cold his touch was before.
"My father's name is Gianni De Luca, the priest of the Santa Maria Assunta Cathedral," she answered shakily. He nodded.
"And how old is he?" he asked calmly.
"My father is 43 years old."
"Do you by chance have a grandmother that is 65 years old that named Bella De Luca?" he asked her. Elta was stunned.
"Yes. She still lives in the city," Elta answered.
"If she is related, then why is her last name De Luca and not Romano?" the female demon asked the male skeptically.
"Because my grandmother gave birth to my father alone after her husband had died a month before the birth. So, she raised him under her maiden name of De Luca," Elta rasped out between dry lips. The male demon smiled at her. Just then did he notice the crowd of other people, looking on, confused.
"Elta, is it? Would you please go back through that door right there and wait in the lobby until we need you?" the male demon asked politely, taking his hand off her shoulder. Elta nodded and went back the way she had come, glad to be going.