Their whispers filtered through his ears.
“...Soul Eater…”
“...Is he real...”
“...it can’t be…”
Brooks ignored them as he approached the wall of muscle standing guard at the door. He was going to walk right through the front fucking door to Club Hel and hoped someone dared tostep in his path. He was in the mood to make blood pour from the sky.
Brooks didn’t deign to look at the man before sending his shadows forward and ripping the guard’s mind apart piece by piece. From it, he learned that the lower levels were for the lowest of patrons.
He needed to be at the top where the real darkness played.
We do not have time to walk through this disgusting club. We are God.
Chaos gathered a burst of power from within and Brooks bled into the shadows, following its whispers as they guided him toward traces of sunshine and sea salt. The smell of her hair still coated his senses and it was maddening. Bouts of vertigo sent him spinning as his chaos drained, but the closer he got to Xia the more blinded by desperation he became.
I can feel her.
He followed the shadows through rooms of sin and sex, blasphemy filling every inch of the club. He was both intrigued and disgusted by the behavior of the race he’d created so long ago.
The discrepancy of the club played to his advantage. There wasn’t a single space he didn’t have access to. The dark was where daemon came out to play, after all.
He’d made it nearly to the top of the club when angry, hushed voices caught his attention. It was the first time a sound other than breathy moans sounded in the club. Maybe they would know something about where his Siren was.
Brooks slinked through the shadows under the door and settled in a corner as two figures engaged in a battle of wills. A small, pink haired daemon was bound on a desk with a fire in her eyes like none he’d ever seen. Her valor was awe inspiring and Brooks found himself impressed by the fight she possessed.Especially as a menacing figure pressed himself in between her legs and held her captive.
His sense of urgency grew as electricity thickened the air. Pressure weighed his chest, his blood pounding through his ears as his body begged him to keep searching.
His heart was out there somewhere and he ached to reach her.
Fuck this, Chaos growled.Leave them.
Brooks couldn’t agree more.
He left the feuding couple in a drift of shadows. There was one more floor to search before he’d have to get crafty.
Where the fuck is she?
As the thought wound its way around his nerves, a rattle of power caressed his chaos and set his blood roaring. It tasted of sunshine and sea salt and felt as much a part of him as his own soul.
Xia.
Her power sang to him, reverberating straight down to his godsdamned marrow.
Brooks moved to go to her, to find the other piece of his soul, but a single breath was all he got before an earth-shattering scream cracked the world to its core.
“He’s here in Club Hel.”
Nyx tried to process the information dumped in her lap. She wasn’t sure where to begin, but she did know three things for certain.
The Soul Eater was real.
Evangeline was in trouble.
And she’d made a blood bond with the Devil.
Panic seized her muscles as her mind raced to find a solution to her current mess. A mission to secure food and trade items for her home had become a complex nightmare.
