Chapter 24

Bradd and I raced back to the cabin hoping that we would find Jeff, yet he was no where to be found! I started to panic and breathing heavy, but Bradd assursed me it would be okay. So we looked around hoping he was here, but no. Signs of struggle were evident; hence to this day I still don't know why we looked when we knew he wasn't there. My heart turned to stone as I realized what my goal was. Find Jeff and survive.

Suddenly, the floor shattered! I fell and fell, screaming for Bradd but no answer. As I fell, i realized the floor didn't shatter, but only an illusion. It still got me to that place... The walls were not square, but just a void of black. Nothing except for (well) nothing. Anyway, what seemed like forever, I finally realized that this led to Satan (The Devil) or something, so I got my act together, and since I couldn't fly because of the pressure, I glidded down making me go faster. My plan didn't go as well as it should of: I ended up face-flat on the floor, luckily I could stand up without falling back down!

I stood up and glanced around to find: marble floor and walls, red material and blood on the walls along with light painting of demons and killing of mortals. Also, the floor had a red carpet in the middle going to a blue throne, as I observed this, I noticed this was a hallyway. Very narrow with two really large double doors made of a wood. Looking back to the polished blue throne, there sat a lanky but bold man. His legs were over one side of the throne, and his head leaning on the other while he looked at me. Jet black hair, bright red eyes and, charcoal horns with red at the tips, and no wings? I don't know why I seemed happy about that, but it was funny.

He stared at me, a smile on his mouth then sat up straight showing his black suite. It was one of them suites that wasn't doone very well but still looked cool. Never-the-less, he walked towards me, eyes fixed on me and he seemed much musclier. His hand went to my chin and pulled me up, so my feet weren't touching the floor, instantly grabbing his wrist with both hands.

"Hello, Rachael my daughter." He grinned and I kneed his area.

I shrilled at him to tell me where Jeff was and it turned out that he wasn't here. He was Satan, but not as menacing as I imagined. It felt right to belive that Jeff wasn't here, so I put that aside and flapped my wings. Up to no roof I went, and hovered with my wings still making noise, and Satan burst into blue and red flames. That grin he had was lost and he reached out his hand, then down to his side. He out a spell on me, I collapsed to the floor and couldn't get up. His flames dispersed and he kneeled to floor looking at me, as I looked back.

"I am your father sweet-heart, and your mother was a full demon but her mind couldn't handle it. She killed herself after giving birth to you. She was a wimp and a self-centered cow. You will either be just like her or rule the world by your fathers side!" I growled and stood up.

The first time me and Jeff met, he called me sweet-heart. Tears trickled down my cheek, but I only used it to my advantage as the demon before me looked stunned I flew rapidly to him and punched him the stomach. My horns ot caught in his chest but I get pulled them out. A silly little little punch or punchers wouldn't stop him. I knew that but I wanted to get my built up fear, hatred and anger out.

Looking up to him and panting, I said: " I don't care, I'm here and I will beat you. I'll get out of here and live my life. Satans daughter or not!"

He, once again looked stunned and taken aback, but it didn't stop him becoming encased in blue and red flames. He threw a blue fire ball at me but I dodged it, making it burn to a crisp. All I wanted now was to kill this b***ard and get out. It would take some time, but Jeff came to my head again and I screamed.

"WHERE IS JEFF?!" Didn't cry, or collapse, or fall. My "father" just laughed and point to a cage that appeared in the floor with the killer in.

I mouthed that words, wait. Still wondering where Bradd was I was only able to do was wait and fight. For Jeff, Bradd and my life.

"What are you thinking about?" he said.