Chapter 2- Can’t Escape

I grabbed her by the collar of her shirt, slamming her against the wall with my dagger inches from her throat.

A nasty smirk spreads across my face, as I take in the fear she's emitting.

"Fear, such a repulsive smell, a sent for the weak, no?"

"Please, Celia, don't do this."

"Celia isn't here right now, dear."

My eyes spark, white and violet, and she gulps.

"Now, we can do this the fun way, my way."

I drop her onto the floor, my silver hair falling down my shoulders.

"Tell me where he is."

"Who?!"

"You know who, you dumb shit. Tell me where Apollyon is."

"H-He—"

"Let the girl go, Nameless. It's me you're looking for."

"Wassup, old man? Finally decided to meet me. Too late for the little mistress, though. I have to kill her. Funny to know that that little tramp was Celia's friend as well...I should really take full control over her body more often. Sitting inside her mind for days and weeks is not fun, trust me."

I drag the blade across the girls neck, blood splattering all over me.

"Blood...I love to see it all over these dirty floors. Such a bright, pretty red, no?"

Apollyon rolls his eyes, and I drop the girl onto the floor, leaning against the wall.

"Who knew..."

I lick the blood off the blade with my pierced tongue.

"That the devil himself had a soft spot?"

I pick up the girls dead body by the hair.

"For a mortal?! Hilarious, if you ask me."

I chuck her body across the room, watching as it smashes into the wall.

"They're going to come for you at some point, Nameless, you do realize that?"

"I do...but why should I care?"

White light travels up my arm, sparks of lightning forming at my fingertips.

"I'll electrocute them. It hasn't stopped me before. Besides, I'm too busy finding a way to take over this girls body for good."

"I'm sad to say that Acheron didn't keep you inside that board. You are such a reckless spirit."

"A powerful spirit of death, Polly. Demon as well. A half blood."

My eyes flicker between white and violet, and Nameless holds her temples.

"Come on, bro. Who knew fighting against a thirteen year old girl would be so difficult?! The bitch has some strength. And she's trying to banish me away?!"

Humorless laughter escapes my lips.

"Oh please, Apollyon. This is too much to handle."

Apollyon pauses, and he looks behind me at a clock on the wall.

"I have to go to Master."

He smirks, showcasing a set of razor sharp teeth.

"Don't get into too much trouble I won't be able to get you out of, Nameless."

"Don't worry, I won't, brother."

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I wake up with a horrible headache, and a small throbbing in my arm, cheek, and back of my skull.

Maybe I hit my head?

I look around, and jump when I see him.

He's leaning against the dresser, arms crossed, hazel eyes glinting with hidden flames.

He smirks, running one hand through his jet black hair.

"Look who's finally awake."

I sit up completely, my eyes darting around the room.

"Where am I?! Acheron, I swear if you don't tell me, I'll kill you and your fiery, steamy butt!"

"Woah, woah, woah there, sweetheart. No need to get too hasty. Your at our base."

"Who's base?!"

"Children of Evil."

I raise an eyebrow.

"We're all like you. Half human, half demon."

"But I'm not—"

"Sweetie, you are. When Nameless entered you, you became part demon. As well as me, and everyone else who's here."

"How many people...?"

"A lot."

"I hate people. Just like I hate you."

"Thanks for the friendly reminder that you despise my guts, Celia."

"So you do know my name."

"Why would I not?"

"But you—you know what? Never mind."

I stand up, stretching my arms out.

"Do you have any idea why everything in my body hurts like hell?"

"Let me give you a quick explanation. So you refused to come with me, so I used my powers on you and put you to sleep, and while doing so I teleported back here, and dropped you on the tile. So I apologize for that."

"I thought you were supposed to be strong."

"I am strong you ungrateful piece of shit. You slipped from my hands."

"Fine. Mind telling me why Nameless is back?! And how you know that son of a bitch?!"

You take that back, bitch.

"No! Shut up! Get out of my head!"

I kinda can't, babes. And even if I could, I wouldn't. Torturing you is better. And besides...

My eyes flicker violently.

My eyes stop at pure white.

"I like taking control."

I shake my head vigorously, until the violet comes back.

"You're losing control again, maybe you should rest, Celia."

"No! I can't stay here! I'm leaving!"

"I'm not sure that's a—"

I run past him, and he just stands there.

"Okay then." He smirks. "She'll get a load of this."

He blows out the flames sparking from his fingertips, following me nonchalantly as I stomp down the halls.

I just now realize I have no idea where I'm going.

I stop mid stride, looking back at Acheron.

"Are you following me?!"

"No?"

"Why did that sound like a question?"

"I don't know, now stop questioning me, you're making me nervous."

"Fine! Then tell me where the exit is!"

"Gladly. I'm tired of your irritating ass. Very intrepid, you are."

"What do you mean by that?!"

"Nothing! No need to be all psycho on me."

He paces ahead of me, looking oddly giddy.

He's hiding something.

I appear in front of Acheron, and he freezes.

"Woah, since when did you teleport?! If you could teleport this whole time, why didn't you just—"

"Shut up right now, Acheron. I'm not in the mood."

"Mood for what?!"

His eyes narrow, and a frown creases creases his lips as his hands rest on my waist with a slight burning feeling coming from his fingertips.

"Back up, Celia. You don't want my demon to be unleashed."

"What bad could it do?!"

My eyes flicker and spark as a malicious smirk spreads across my face.

My demon is trying to be unleashed as well.

I tap him on the cheek, as a sharp dagger appears out of thin air into my hand, and I raise it towards his throat.

"Celia, calm—"

"Calm down?! I'm amused. Tell me...what are you hiding?!"

"Besides the fact that my demon wants to rip you to pieces then burn you alive? Not much. But, if it concerns you, you can't escape this place. The border is too strong, made by warlocks and witches. And, there are people looking for people like us out there that go by Soulless. Still wanna go out, sweet cheeks?"

My skin sizzles under his touch, and I raise the knife even closer to his throat, the tip pressing against it.

Let me tell you, I should've listened.

His eyes flicker orange and hazel, stopping at a pure, glowing, fiery orange.

Red lines that look like lightning sprout from underneath the collar of his shirt, spreading across his neck like tattoos.

The reality hits me of what I did, and how much stronger he is than me.

Manic laughter escapes his lips, and he slams me against the wall, pinning me there with his strong and muscular arms.

"I tried to warn you, sweetheart. Now guess who's here? Astaroth!"

My eyes widen, and I stare into his endless flaming pits that I once called his eyes.

I eye the dagger behind him, then back at him.

"Acheron—no—Astaroth, we can talk this out, no?"

He glares at me, then makes a bored expression.

"How about, No."

"How about you let me go?"

My eyes trail over to his hands on either side of me, which are emitting flames that are dangerously close to me.

"I'm afraid you might burn my face off."

"Nice. Even more fun."

"Umm...not fun?"

His demon smirks at me, grabbing me by the collar of my shirt.

"You want to fight? I'll give you a fight, sweetheart."

I get teleported outside, in a courtyard or field or sorts.

Veins of bright orange are in his arms, spiraling together like electricity and forming a ball of fire that is seriously starting to freak me out.

Acheron was right...I don't want to see his inner demon.

Not anymore.

And considering the height difference between us two?

He's going to win this fight.

Unless—

You let me out again?

Never, Nameless. Just because he lost control, doesn't mean we do as well.

Battling with your demon? Funny. You know I'll always win, love.

Not this time you horrible, leech of a reckless spirit.

For the one hundredth time, I'm not a reckless spirit you good for nothing teenager! Ugh!

Nameless's voice echos away in my head, and I can't help but feel I'll let myself get vulnerable enough for her to take over again.

Where was she for the past three years?!

A fireball flies past my head, followed with maniacal laughter.

"Too bad I missed, I would love to see your head explode!"

My eyes widen, as the clouds darken over us.

When I look heavenward, I can see a swarming vortex forming in the darkening sky.

"Oh, no."

I feel a presence behind me, and release a breath.

"Astaroth, please hear me out. I didn't mean to upset you, or Acheron—"

"Be quiet, girl. You're bothering me. And if you continue to bother me I'll rip you to shreds then throw you in a fire."

Loud thunder reverberates through me, and when I look back up there's a tornado of orange embers, ashes, and literal flames.

It looks like it's going to rain down hellfire.

On earth.

I guess that's what fire spirits do?

Or fire demons?

Whatever the hell is standing behind me at the moment?

Bright orange and red lightning strikes above, as he continues to laugh.

I need to do something...but I don't know how to control my powers.

Maybe I'll—

A blue strike of lightning illuminates them all, and a guy with one piercing pure blue eye and one dark empty black eye appears, large black lightning strikes coming from the clouds and into his hands, lighting up his body in a way that is creepy but cool at the same time.

His laughter ricochets in my head, as he literally becomes part of the darkness and swiftly moves in front of us all.

I don't know what to think right low, considering I'm standing next to an angry and weirdly attractive chaotic fire spirit, and...

"A death spirit, hun."

His voice is in my right ear, but when I turn around he's standing, halfway in the darkness and halfway in the light.

"Jesus! W-Who are you?!"

"The name's Draven, but, if you're talking to my dark side, which is the side of me that has pitch black eyes, then Shadow."

I hear a sizzling sound, and my eyes snap to Draven's neck, which Acheron's hands are curled around.

"Ooh, brother, hitting a spot with the fire, don't you think?"

He laughs, turning into black mist and appearing next to me.

"I see you have to witness Acheron's demon taking over, oh, how this never really happens. And how amusing it is to watch."

"Can you fix it?!"

"Why?! What's the fun in that?! Tell me. And, we all know you wouldn't be here if you didn't have a demon yourself."

I look away from his piercing eyes that make him look extremely creepy, considering he has dark chocolate skin with bright blue eyes...I'm starting to get freaked out that he can physically turn into the darkness.

"I...I..."

He looks expectantly at me.

The way he looks at me makes me feel like I have to answer.

The darkness swirls around me, taking my chin in one slender finger.

"Tell me, love. You know you can. Tell me all of your secrets."

His voice, so mesmerizing...

I nod, a part of my eyes swirling with black.

Is he, hypnotizing me?

Acheron's eyes start to flicker again, until they return hazel.

He shakes his head, then looks up at the sky.

"Ohh, shit. This again."

He looks exasperated, rubbing his forehead.

"I really need to control Astaroth."

He holds out his hands, and the whole storm like thing starts to get sucked into his hands.

The sky starts to clear up, and I can see Draven way more clearly.

He's easy on the eyes...that I can say.

Hot guy that works with the darkness? Count me in!

"Cut it out, Nameless."

Draven cocks his head to the side, shadows expelling from his body.

"Nameless, huh? I know her...so that's who your demon is..."

"Y-You know Nameless?"

Before he can answer, I hear a loud crash as he's thrown into the wall.

"What're you doing here?!"

Draven jumps up, brushing off himself and gliding across the floor towards Acheron.

"Wow, brother. Violent now, are we? I thought you were a calm fire spirit?"

"Whoever said that? One of your split personalities?"

Draven rolls his eyes, circling around his brother once.

"Well, I felt your anger and pain from miles away. Forgive me for wanting to see what was going on with my favorite brother."

"I'm your only brother, dumbass."

"True."

He appears by my side, seemingly examining me with his icy stare.

"Who's the girl? Got a girlfriend and didn't tell me?"

"The girl's name is Celia. And no, he isn't my boyfriend considering he was threatening to burn me alive."

An amused grin lines Acheron's mouth.

"Oh, really? So if I didn't threaten to burn you alive as my demon you would?"

"Wha—no! That's not how I meant it!"

I wouldn't mind.

"Of course you wouldn't, Nameless. Now leave me alone!"

You know I could never say yes to you, dearie. So no. I won't leave you alone. Not until you let me out again...

"I let you out yesterday and it was disastrous and chaotic. I'm not doing that again."

"Is there a reason the girl you brought into our camp is talking to herself? Are you sure she isn't schizophrenic?"

"I'm not schizophrenic okay?! Nameless is trying to get out!"

A alarm goes off, and Acheron looks at his phone.

"Crap...Soulless is here...as much as I hate your guts, Draven, I trust you'll keep her safe. So go, take her somewhere here and hide. Me and the rest will deal with Soulless. We can fight them off."

"Who's to say I can't?"

"You can't control Nameless or her and your powers yet, and it would be a chaotic mess...let's just put it that way."

"But—"

"I know what to do, Celia. Trust me."

He turns back to his brother as his eyes dance with flames and wicked amusement as flames spark at his fingertips once more.

"Go now, Draven. I'm sure Soulless will love a few flames up their asses. Whatever you do,"

He looks between us both, but his eyes lock on his brother's.

"Don't. Let. Nameless. Get out."

A frown creases his pierced lip.

"That'll result in a chaotic bloodbath."

I don't bother do anything as Draven holds me against him, teleporting me somewhere where he and I know no one will find us.

But I know who will find me and get out, and kill them all.

Because her demonic and scarring laughter ricochets through my head as my eyes flicker swiftly between violet and white.

"He—Help—she's—she's coming—"

"What?"

Draven looks at me as my eyes go permanently white, and they travel to his.

"Well, well, well. I told you I was getting out, Celia. You can't keep me hidden forever. Ooh, just what I thought. The guy's hot."

"Nameless." Draven seethes, and as I'm trapped in my own brain, I can't help but wonder how everyone knows her.

"That's me. The girl who's now gonna tie you up. With rope especially for you."

I pull a black and blue sparking rope from literally nowhere, and Nameless smirks, wrapping it around his body and watching as it paralyzes him.

His eyes still move, and they narrow at her.

"You'll pay for this, bitch."

"I know I will. Bye, bye!"

"Nameless, you better not go out there."

I start to walk forward, walking straight out the door with a brand new, shiny dagger in my hand.

"NAMELESS!"

"Bye, Draven! See you soon!"

The door slammed behind her.

Followed with screams.