A/N: A filler chapter, the next one will be longer. I promise.
Chapter 6: Get me that Medallion
She was used to it by now, at least she should be. The screaming, the yelling, the constant physical and mental abuse she received as punishment. It happened all the time, tending to the cuts and bruises that marked her once flawless body. The scars from her missions were nowhere near as painful as the ones inflicted by her father.
"You stupid girl."
His voice raised.
"I sent you on one mission."
A mark on her body.
"But you can't even do that."
She hissed in pain.
"You're useless to me."
She wanted to cry.
"You're nothing like your mother."
She bit back the tears.
She should be used to this, she wasn't.
She flinched as the man raised his arm again, intending the whip in his hand to cause another laceration on her body. Her back screamed bloody murder as her palms rested flat against the wall. The level of importance correlated with the level of punishment. Eva knew she messed up in the eyes of her father, the medallion must have been important. His arm froze in the air, eyes narrowing as he looked at his child's body.
Eva could see the wheels in his mind spinning, she would give anything to know what he was thinking.
"What was that man's name?"
Eva took deep breath to steady her breathing. "Sparda."
He dropped the whip and left the room. Eva stayed where she was. She didn't understand why the man's name was so important but she knew it was. If the man had the jewel around his neck then he was the rightful owner, an owner her father hadn't anticipated. Eva wished the man would release her so she could tend to her wounds. He re-entered two minutes later.
"What did he look like?"
Eva hesitated in describing the man. She hated how she was after receiving 'punishment,' she hated being weak. Her father looked pleased at the description and for the first time, since her mother died, a charming smile graced his face. It creeped the hell out of Eva.
"Good; get me that medallion by the end of the month." He turned and left.
Had it been anyone else she would have told him to get it himself. Eva gritted her teeth as the pushed her self up off the wall and left the room herself. She stumbled as she walked through the cold hall way and felt a sense of relief that no one was currently in the house with her, other than her father and the bitch at the desk. The other three had gone off on their own mission, demons terrorizing a school or something like that.
She cursed under her breath as she made it to the shower, the hot water hitting her back in a burning sensation. Eva hated the feeling as much as she loved it. It hurt like a bitch but it reminded her that she was still alive. Her father hadn't killed her and she would get through this.
Moments like this made her miss her mom. Though her dad was a strict man before her death, he was also more loving with softer punishments. He only stated using a whip less than a year ago.
As her shower ended, Eva took the time to look at her back in the mirror. Her wounds were an angry red and she hoped it didn't get infected. She opened the cabinet by the bathroom door and pulled out the first aid kit. She was grateful that the antibacterial spray was still there. By the grace of God, she reached behind her and sprayed all of her open wounds before wrapping herself in gauze.
The sting on her back grew as she made her way back to her room. She wouldn't get much sleep that night but she had to be prepared for tomorrow. She had to find a way to repay her debut and steal that necklace.