Book 3. Chapter 16
“A taste of power.” Part 2
“At last we can meet face-to-face, Alice Sanders,” a seductive smile shone on Kalysto’s face, as her cold gaze settled on the blonde.
Alice stepped back, knowing instinctively that although her friend’s body was in front of her, it was not Kalysto who was speaking.
“Who are you?” She asked as she took another step back, closer and closer to the door.
“Owww!” Persephone exclaimed, as if she had just seen a cute puppy do something cute. “I think you know what is my name,” she purred as she smiled and her seductive voice spread throughout the room as a swirl of darkness formed beneath her bare feet, rising to the level of her knees and slowly spreading away from its owner.
“...” Alice pursed her lips, her hands clenched tightly around the book, knowing that neither she nor the book was safe. Even though Kalysto had told her about Persephone, who had always acted motherly and protective of Kalysto, she doubted it would be the same with her. Alice had read about cases where a second personality could become jealous of the first personality’s friends, and even become violent. Persephone,” she whispered, wanting to buy a little time for the two guards stationed outside the door of her room, who were supposed to be there to prevent her from escaping and ruining the demon king’s deal, to hear the commotion.
“That’s right,” she replied complacently. “Now be a good girl,” she added with feigned sweetness, ”and give me the damn book!” she growled as she saw that the blonde intended to run away.
Alice turned and ran for the door as she put the book back into the small leather pouch hanging from her necklace.
Tentacles of darkness rose from the ground near Kalysto’s body, their ends hardening and turning into black mana crystals that shattered the walls and destroyed the door Alice was trying to escape through as the two guards guarding the door tried to enter the room, the body of one of them was pierced by one of the tentacles at the same time as another cut his arm as the guard approached Alice to protect her.
The second guard raised his spear and cut off one of the tentacles that tried to attack his co-worker, whose body shielded the blonde, who remained unharmed. The walls around the door collapsed, destroyed by the tentacles as the remains fell to the ground along with the elongated black crystals that the tentacles created and then let them fall apart like a lizard would with its tail cut off, and use them as weapons.
“Oh, come on! You shouldn’t even try to escape anymore,” she commented with false innocence. “you’ll only make it more fun for me,’ an evil smile lit up her face as Persephone raised her hand and created a bubble of darkness. An icy wind ruffled her hair as it swept across the room, and just as she launched her attack, a swirl of shadows appeared in the middle of the remains of the doorway of the room, protecting Alice and the two guards from the attack, which shattered into small pieces that fell to the floor. Without causing any damage.
“Who the hell are you?” Persephone growled, not at all happy that an invader had ruined her fun and stood in her way.
“Why should I answer you?” muttered the demon king. And with a smooth two-fingered wave of his hand, Kalysto’s body crashed into the floor, then into the ceiling, then into the floor again, breaking her nose with the impact.
“Damn scum! How dare you?” Persephone snarled. Dark mana erupted from her body in continuous waves of pure power, her darkness spreading throughout the room and lashing out at the intruder.
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Yet Aegir did not even flinch.
With a simple snap of his fingers, all the darkness in the room stopped moving. The same happened with the wind.
“I knew it would be a problem to bring you in, but I didn’t imagine it would be so fast,” he muttered, and before she could do anything, he let out a small portion of his power. The magical pressure was so strong that none of the other four individuals in the room could breathe as their bodies were pushed against the cold floor without being able to move a single finger. It was as if gravity itself had turned against them and increased their strength more than tenfold.
Aegir’s figure faded in the middle of a whirlpool of shadows which advanced rapidly towards where Kalysto’s body was lying.
“You know? You’re not the only one who can control the shadows in this room,” he whispered against her ear after wagging a finger and causing the body of the fairy champion to float in the air. Nine black crystal stakes formed in the air and pierced Kalysto’s body, crucifying her against the wall. One stake went through each of her hands, another through her arms and legs, another through her shoulders and the last, the thickest of them all, through her stomach.
Persephone could barely gasp from the pain without being able to defend herself from the continuous attacks that changed the whole situation in just a couple of seconds.
The reddish eyes of the demon king glowed as he admired his handiwork while hatred shone in Persephone’s. Whose mouth was covered with a tentacle of dark mana, the same mana she had conjured before, but now turned against her.
“Mmm!” Persephone cursed him again and again, but her words could not be understood as she continued to struggle for breath.
Aegir just smiled, and a small trace of tenderness shone in his eyes for a second.
“Now little and sweet Kalytso, if you don’t come out now and regain control of your body, I’m going to kiss you,” he whispered against her ear as he reached out a hand and touched her forehead.
Meanwhile, Kalysto, who had been trapped in the darkness of her consciousness, with her throat burning red hot from screaming nonstop while trying to regain control of her body for what felt like more than nine hours, suddenly heard Aegir’s last words.
A shiver of terror enveloped her as the dirty memory of her filthy stepfather forcing her to kiss him, the sensation of that nasty tongue licking her cheeks and lips as she struggled to keep them closed and not give in while the stinking smell of alcohol flooded her nostrils, flashed in her mind.
And something stirred inside her.
“Don’t you dare touch me!” She screamed at the top of her lungs as a white light burst out of her, fading the darkness that reigned in her mind as the rage and displeasure at being touched echoed with Persephone.
“Don’t even think of touching me without my permission,” she muttered, suddenly regaining full control of her body as the demon king’s body vanished in a swirl of shadows as it was pushed back a bit and the rest of the shadows besides him disappeared from the room.
“So that’s how you’ve been able to control her all this time.” Surprise and admiration shone in his voice as he returned to form right in front of her, his face just inches away from hers. “I was curious as to how it was possible that you were so much weaker than her, yet you were able to maintain control of your body most of the time,” he murmured, completely fascinated by the discovery.
“What the hell are you talking about?” she muttered, confused and pained.
“Haven’t you figured it out yet?” Genuine surprise, mixed with curiosity, flooded his face.
“...” Kalysto wanted to hit him at that moment, but refrained from doing so.
He’s your boss’s godson, you can’t smash his face in, no matter how much of an idiot he is! She reminded herself.
She took a deep breath and looked him in the eye.
“You mean the seal?” She asked, starting to observe the bad state of the room, the little she could see since Aegir’s body prevented her from seeing anything but him. “What the hell did you do to me?” She was surprised to find herself pinned against the wall.
Regeneration! Regeneration! She immediately began to conjure mentally.
“Just a small measure of restraint,” he said, vanishing the dark mana crystals on the spot and holding her so that she would not fall while offering her a vial filled with holy water.
Seeing that she refrained from drinking, he began to speak.
“If you’re talking about that little cracked stone wall that can barely stand on its own, I doubt it’s doing much.”