The dimly lit study room carried an eerie vibe, behind the large desk sat Daemon.
A stick of cigarette rested between his long, elegant fingers, a half filled tumbler of whiskey sat on the table just a few centimeters from his finger tips.
Suddenly, right at the door, inside the study, black smoke curled through the air like ribbons.
It swirled together becoming denser until it molded itself into the shape of a man.
His features sharpened as the smoke disappeared revealing a tall and broad shouldered man,on his head rested moonlit silver hair with lavender undertones , his amethyst violet eyes shone with mischief beneath the office light.
He was dressed in a purple jacket with a fitted black singlet outline the hard contours of his body , a black leather trouser rested on his waist, on his feet were black combat boots.
He had his back rested on the door, hands in his pocket and one foot on the door supporting his weight as he pushed backward.
” What is she doing here?” His baritone voice rolled through the room, Daemon didn’t seem surprised at his sudden presence, instead he felt annoyed.
Tch.
This annoying pest is here again.
” Should that be any of your concern?.
It’s my house Zeldris.
The real question should be, what the hell are you doing here?” He turned to stare at him this time, his face remained bare of any expression unlike the smirk he always wore around Anne.
“I thought you were leaving today, but I felt your presence the moment I stepped foot at the door. Don’t tell me she’s the reason you changed your mind?” Zeldris arched his brow at this brother of his, he knew something was wrong when he felt Daemon’s presence and bam!..It had something to do with a certain woman.
“Are you really in the position to question me? . Also I don’t recall us discussing about your stay here. You should be on your way out.” He placed the cigarette he smoked halfway on an ashtray.
His fingers curled around the tumbler of whiskey and he took a sip while keeping his gaze on Zeldris.
” I think I might be around for a while.
There’s something that requires my attention in this city” He pushed himself off the door deciding to approach Daemon’s desk.
“And?.”
“My house is not a place for you to stay.”
The coldness in his voice doesn’t go unnoticed but Zeldris wasn’t one to surrender easily.
He knows how much Daemon loves solitude but he came here for a mission which he must fulfill.
“I’ll be out of your hair before you know it.” He places both palms on the desk with a smirk.
“Fine”.
That felt too easy, but Zeldris decided to go along with it anyways.
“Thanks.” His smirk turns into a grin instantly but his joy is cut short by Daemon’s response.
“You have one week.” His grin froze and slowly turned into a thin line.
His brows knitted together at how brief his stay was going to be.
It was just too brief.
“But it will take me two mont—” He tried to explain but Daemon cuts him off instantly.
“Five days.”
“What?. That’s not enough time” He exclaims with eyes wide in disbelief.
This brother of his could be quite hard to reason with at times.
“Keep talking and it’ll be three days” Daemon slowly swirled the whiskey in the tumbler, watching the amber liquid catch the light from around.
He takes an unhurried sip and sets the glass on the table with deliberate control.
“…..”
His presence alone was already annoying enough now he was staring as though his brain cells had suddenly reduced to atoms.
“Why are you in a bad mood?”
“It’s none of your business ”
Zeldris took a seat on the couch deciding to feel at home and make Daemon’s mood his business.
” Did a human upset you again?.
You know I could take out those little insects, just give a name or a list.” He pressed again knowing how Daemon can be.
“That’s not it. Anneliese’ reincarnation is carrying the mark of our bond” Disbelief crossed his face at what he just heard .
“But that’s impossible. You broke the bond before she died.”
“Yes I did.”
“Then how?”
“I don’t know, but I’ll break it again”
Zeldris pinched the between his brows and released a deep sigh like a tired father who was fed up with his troublesome son.
Do we seriously have to do this again?.
I’m having a serious feeling of Deja Vu.
“Brother, the last time you tried, it trapped you here, you can finally return. Why risk it?” He knew Daemon’s hatred still burn after so many years but he only kept repeating this cycle of revenge.
It wasn’t even worth it anymore.
“I don’t care. I don’t want to share a bond with someone like that. I don’t care if she is reborn a thousand times, I will destroy her and the bond” He resigned and placed his head on the couch instead, Daemon would do exactly as he has said even if it took a thousand years.
So why try to reason with him when he is already blinded by his endless thirst for vengeance.
He knew it was only a matter of time before trouble began to arise.