Lexa's POV
Yes, I was staring at something in Wendy's house. But what was I staring at? Anyone curious would want to know.
I could see Rica's room all the way from my room clearly. The door was closed but not locked, and I was sure that it had all the answers to my hundred and one questions.
Wendy had been called at her office, she said it was a fashion emergency. According to her, a major French actress, I didn't know of, wanted a dress made for an award show she wanted to attend.
And if that was true, then that was meant to be a big deal for them.
Wendy was called to manage the celebrity's dress, since she was a top designer, and she didn't think twice before cutting her leave short and rushing to her office. Ana accompanied her because she wanted to make a report on it, or something like that.
Rica had been out since yesterday. She said she went to meet with some old friends of her and the last I saw of her was her disappearing into the street, literally.
I had been alone at home for two minutes and the only thing I could think of was entering that room and finding proof of Elliot's innocence. I was beginning to doubt Rica more than I should.
There was something out of place about her.
First, she was always going out and barely stayed with us or the girls. She never really told us where she went. Anytime she was on a call, and I walked up to her, she would sense me and cut the call instantly.
I tried to ignore these things and acted like everything was alright until yesterday when I clearly heard her talking to someone over the phone. To my greatest surprise it was Liam.
I didn't hear much because she a most already done with the call, she cut the call and entered a portal. I always knew something was wrong about Elliot killing my mother.
I was so angry before to think about it. Would Elliot Vile or even Lot for that matter be ever able to kill Kimberly?
There was only one way to answer that question. I wore my comfy bedroom slippers and walked out of my room, moving right towards hers.
As I turned the knob and opened the door, I was expecting there to be some kind of barrier or a magical protection in her room but that would just be too suspicious.
Her room was cooler than the rest of the house because she made the temperature less than ten degrees in there. And I had no idea why. I closed the door behind me and surveyed her room.
The wall was painted light blue the last time I saw it but now that I was looking at it, it was in a deeper shade. The room was spacey enough but there was nothing in it except a bed, a chair, a desk, and a closet.
Rica would always want to personify her space no matter where she was but the room didn't look like it was even inhabited by her. Her bed was medium sized and higher than normal beds. Her single closet was tucked at a corner and I could see the hand of a blue shirt, trapped between the closet door and the closet itself.
There were three feathered pillows scattered on the bed. For some reason, I knew what I was looking for wouldn't be in the closet as I searched for it.
If she, or anyone in their right senses wanted to hide something, she wouldn't make it that obvious. I closed the closet and bit my lip, thinking of where she could keep proof if she had any.
Like a detective would, I had to look for something out of the ordinary. I scanned my eyes round the room and noticed a picture I didn't see there before.
The reason it first appeared invisible was because it's colour was in a shady blue as well. But the picture was just a blue frame containing a rectangular blue painted piece of paper which was weird.
I touched the frame, checking if it had something I needed. Then I saw a tiny knob stick out of it, right at its back. I shifted the picture away and realized that the knob was a blue button.
Of course I pressed it. Once I did, the single closet in her room turned open like a door. I went closer and realized that the closet was more than a closet but a door as well. What was it hiding?
After the closet, I saw a shelf. It was a ten levelled shelf and I saw antics, scrolls, spell-books and potions arranged on the different levels of the shelf.
When I looked to the first level, I could see only two things up there. A glass bottle with some green content and a CD. The bottle of liquid looked very familiar. Then it hit me, it was the venom used to kill my mother.
What was Rica doing with it? And the CD, was that proof? I felt immense anger and I wanted to confront her right away. I turned away from the shelf but... there was someone else with me. Someone at the door.
It wasn't her. But it wasn't just a person. I swear I screamed when I saw them. They were five in number, one was at the door and the rest were scattered all over the room in different positions. Their big white eyeballs glared at me.
They made my blood pressure shoot up. I took one of Rica's heels and pointed it at them. They didn't move or shake but kept glaring.
"What are you?! And what are you doing here?!" I had never seen anything like them in my life so I was terrified of why they were there in the room with me.
"I am Zuba, and we have been sent by the master to retrieve you," the tallest of the pink creatures said, moving closer to me.
"Stay back!" I said when one tried to get closer to me. "Who is this master?"
One from another angle spoke, "we are not allowed to disclose that," he said with his tiny voice.
They didn't look good so I assumed their master was just as worse. I looked for ways to escape but one of them, shot a ball of white light around me. I was soon covered in a bubble that I was stuck in.
I didn't have time for what they were doing, I was just a step away from revealing if Elliot was truly innocent. "Let me go you ugly creatures! Free me right now or I'll make you regret messing with me."
"We cannot do that, master's orders," the shortest said.
As I tried to free myself from the bubble and they began to drag me away in my prison, something landed in the room. It felt like a great meteor.
The whole house shook and everyone on their feet crashed on to the floor.
There was dust everywhere and when it cleared out, I was first glad when I saw him but my smile died... he was completely different. The creatures in rags had jumped on their feet and faced the Angel with black wings. It was the strangest thing I had seen.
He was meant to have white wings, why were they black?
"Stay away demon or we shall destroy you!" Zuba screamed with his while the remaining four released fireballs from their hands.
Did he say demon? Why were they calling him a demon? It was Liam. Liam was an angel for crying out loud!
Liam laughed and cracked his neck which made a horrible sound. There was a hole in the roof, bringing in sunlight, thanks to him. Before the minions could throw their fireballs at him, he shot black smoke at them.
The smoke covered their bodies, and they screamed, a scream of pain. When the smoke cleared, all that was left of them we're ashes. I covered my mouth with my palms when I saw that horrific scene.
Liam turned to me, smiling and showcasing his fangs. He brought out a sword from his back and slayed me. I screamed but I figured out that it wasn't at me, it was at the bubble.
When I was freed, I tried to get far away from him but he cornered me and closed in his wings. The closer he got to me, the darker his skin became. His eyes turned golden on seeing me and his pierced tongue stretched out towards me.
I was short of words. "L-Liam, what-what happened to you? How d-did you became a-a..." It was hard for me to say the word.
"A demon? I should have been this a long time ago." He grabbed my hand and squeezed it as I cried out in pain.
"What are you doing, Liam?! Let go of me, it hurts! Please, Liam!"
He stopped, with his smile intact. He could see that he was in power and he loved that. He placed his boiling hands on my waist, pushing me towards him.
He bent his head and licked my neck until he got to the mark. He screamed and staggered back when the mark electrocuted him. I tried to use the opportunity to run but he grabbed me from my waist and placed his hand on my ass.
"You are better than I imagined, Alexa."
I felt so helpless and weak and I hated it! None of my angelic powers were coming to me and I couldn't do anything! If only Elliot was around.
"Don't touch me! If Elliot gets you..."
He hissed and ripped my pants, exposing my thin panties and round ass. He squeezed them tighter and made his way through them, his heat burning my delicate skin.
I groaned in anger and frustration as he did so. He made me feel so exposed and vulnerable.
But it wasn’t the first time something like that was happening to me.
He turned me to face him and used his tongue to lick my lips but I spat on him. He grabbed my hair and used it to drag me like a slave.
I swear, if I had seen a scissors or something sharp I would have cut him and my hair to save myself. I was half naked and being dragged by him into the ruins inside a portal that was emitting a large amount of heat.
Wherever the portal led, I was sure I didn't want to be there.
"You won't live to see the end of this! You have to let me go, Liam! Where are you taking me?!"
He stopped then laughed, looking at my pitiful self on the floor. My clothes torn, sexually abused and the fear that more was coming my way was written all over me.
"To where we can have more fun."
He continued to drag me while I screamed for help, hoping that someone would come but there was no one. No one came until he dragged me into the portal, that led me out of this world into another dreaded one.
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Elliot's POV
I had three more hours to the challenge and I was training along with learning more spells. I was planning to leave an hour to the time for my kingdom but out of the blue, something grabbed my heart.
Lot began to growl and bark loudly inside of me like he was a maltreated dog. My knees fell weak and my veins looked like they were going to burst. I was shaking vigorously and my eyes couldn't focus on a point.
Alexa was on my mind. It was the mate bond, but I thought it only formed when we had mated. By then, I knew something wrong was happening to her. Someone was mistreating her and I was feeling her pain.
It hurt me deep inside to feel her pain continuously but being unable to stop it. My teeth had gummed to each other like someone that was convulsing.
I closed my eyes then opened them, bloodshot red. I had to find her and kill whoever was harming her. My inner demon was telling me that I had to be three hours early to the challenge if I wanted to find her.
I waved my hands and vanished, reappearing in front of the steamy evil palace of the underworld.