Lucy was shocked, baffled. How could [Name] be a demon?
Mala was still raging, "See! I told you that he could not be trusted."
Lucy glared at her sister, "You were the one that took him in first. Why don't you sit down and calm yourself so both he and Stacy can explain themselves? Stop throwing accusations, there is probably more going on than what you know of."
"Then why would that boy tell us," Mala protested, "Why would he lie to us?!"
"Mala sit down."
Lucy didn't intend for her voice to come out so sharp. Mala caught onto the tone too, she whirled around, glaring deeply into Lucy's eyes. She glared back.
"Why do you stand up for them -"
"Both of you, be quiet. Do not argue, I want you both to listen to me. No one is to speak until I finish speaking," [Name]'s tone of voice had changed, there was a certain quality to it that made one listen and bow.
When he walked in with Stacy a few steps behind him they all turned and observed. Wondering why the two was acting so different.
Mala crossed her arms and sat down reluctantly, Lucy sat down and folded her hands in her lap. The other sisters stood around the room and waited, all looking towards [Name] and Stacy with expectant gazes.
[Name] looked at all of them, and sighed. Everything felt heavy, but he knew that the one that needed to hear the explanation the most was Mala.
Facing her, [Name] leaned forward slightly, ignoring the wary look he was given. Looking down at his clenched hands.
"I r-regained my memories," [Name] let out a frustrated sigh, "I-I was a Count, I think. I was blamed for something I did not do."
He let the others process this information, he peeked at their expressions; [Name] didn't want them to hate him. It would be inflicting pain upon pain, he did not need salt added to the wound. He closed his eyes tight for a brief moment before he felt someone's hand rub on the back of his.
His head snapped towards the owner, Stacy was looking at him with bright, hopeful eyes. So pure and the kindness in her eyes made him smile.
"And it was only because I am, or was, good friends with the King of Faes," he paused, he needed to give the owner of this body justice, "That is how I escaped with my life. I-I do not have anything."
[Name] finished, trailing off quietly. He felt the pain of betrayal, and he definitely knew what that felt like.
They all waited in silence before Mala spoke up.
"Are you human or not?"
[Name] looked at her, "Do you think, after what I have already told you, that I am human?"
Mala felt brave, she was getting to know [Name], in the most roundabout way, but she was happy. She was heavily driven by jealousy, she knew of her own greed and had always tried to curb it. But when she met [Name] the urges just became harder to control; she wanted his attention, whether good or bad, but she saw how closed off he could be. How he never approached any of them and only watched the night skies, silent and yearning. He was searching, searching for something. Something unknown to her and she loathed it. Mala hated the far-off gaze he held when he thought. Now, finally, she was learning more about [Name], the man that reminded her of her past love. Elias Goldstein. She remembered how his smile always brightened her day and made her a better person.
She was now twenty-two, and it has been five long years since his death. Mala still misses him, she misses him so much she still has a lock of his hair in a locket, beautifully braided in a chest that she keeps under her bed.
Mala shakes her head, getting up off the couch and walked over to [Name] before crouching down and hugs the latter tightly.
"I am sorry, I didn't mean to make you spill all of that."
She ignored the other tensing under her embrace. Until [Name] tried to pry her off; she wouldn't let go.
[Name] panicked and started writhing around, they both fell off the couch in a crumpled heap on the floor and it made [Name] let out a grunt of pain.
"What is your problem? Why weren't you letting go?"
"I was seeing whether your bandages and wounds were alright."
"Why thank you," [Name] looked at the drawn curtains, "But it is not needed."
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When [Name] woke up he found himself on a dirty floor. Stumbling to his feet, he was yanked down. Looking around, he was in a jail cell.
The smell of rust and urine smacked [Name] around the face. A terrifying scream echoed from one of the cells. [Name] flinched and tried yanking on the chains around his feet, breath coming in pants and fear and terror taking over his mind.
"Do you know where you are? If you do, then you would know it is practically impossible to get out of these cells."
[Name] glared scathingly at the person standing on the other side of the cell, before laughing in the other's face. He saw how the other bristle.
Inching slowly towards the bars, [Name] smiled manically, taking pleasure in seeing the other take a few steps back.
"Do you know who you're talking to?"
"I do not care if you have titles! You are nothing here, just another sacrifice to the Shang Ze God!"
[Name] chuckled, "Do you not know of the legend? That when one is too arrogant they will often neglect to see the truth of their tyranny."
He heard the other grinding their teeth, "If you are so brave. If you are so powerful. Tell me, sorcerer, why are you but of a low rank? Why not a full-fledged shaman? Why are you still at the bottom of the food chain? Here to tend to prisoners?"
[Name] could smell the anger. He smiled, turning around before walking back to the darker parts of his cell, and for dramatics, [Name] looked up at the other again with glowing [Eye Colour] eyes.
"I will see you soon."
"How do you know that I would even come back? You do not even know my visage."
"That's what you think. Not me."
The hooded figure grabbed the bars, "What are you?"
[Name] smiled, "Your worst nightmare. Your best dream. Either way, it is up to you and your actions."