The torture chamber was engulfed in blue flames. The men in white were all dead, with flames on their clothes.
"Good job, dear." My father says from behind me.
I turn quickly, ready to take apart his being, piece by piece, then bathe in his blood.
"Lucifer." Mylo says.
My father, or Lucifer, smiles at him. "Hello, how are Keyed one?" My father waves his hand and the chains disappear from both Mylo and Apollo's wrists.
Apollo stands up and throws himself onto me, hugging my waist.
I run my hands through his hair, the strawberry blonde locks fluffing up as I do so.
Mylo stands as well, walking straight to Lucifer, attempting to hide the obvious misery on his face.
"You won't be able to beat me." Father taunts.
Mylo grabs the key and pushes it into my father's chest.
My father smirks, thrusting his hand forward, making Mylo fly backward, slamming into the back wall of the flaming torture chamber, his key flying as well. .
I detach myself from Apollo and walk up to my father, giving him a harsh slap across the face.
He recoils with a kick in the shin, which given the circumstances, was quite hilarious, still sent a sharp shoot of pain through my leg.
"What do you want?" I ask.
He smirks. "You first need to tell your friends who your daddy is."
I scoff and turn. "This jerk is my father." Then turn back to him.
"I wanted to congratulate you, on finding your inner evil, and activating it." Father says.
I grimace. "I am in no way evil."
"You are just like your mother, y'know that?" He asks, fawning at my anger.
"My mother was a hooker, what could you know about her!?" I ask.
"She wasn't just a hooker, she sold her soul to the devil, so I got to do anything I wanted to her, so, I impregnated her, and you were the product." He says.
I slap him again. "You are a sick rapist!"
"I didn't rape her dear, consent was present."
Apollo tugged on my skirt, signifying that he wanted to talk.
I take a step back and let him.
"I think you should leave, we don't want you here." Apollo says.
My father clicks his tongue. "You are so cute."
"Thank you, I pride myself on that. Now leave." Apollo sasses.
"You're a brat." My father says.
"Again, thank you." Apollo repeats.
"I can kill you." My father threatens.
I grab the collar of Apollo's shirt and pull him backward. "If you're gonna kill anyone, kill me."
"No dear, I won't kill you, sorry." My father says.
I grunt.
"But, I will fix your awful fashion sense." My father waves his hand an a bright light fills the room.
I look down, my bandage and skirt had been replaced with a black dress, that fell to mid-thigh, along with a cape that was cut to fall a couple inches behind the dress, the cape had a hood.
My beaten up combat boots had been replaced with black flats. Around my neck hung the inverted cross necklace Lucifer had given me. My hair had been dip-dyed blue, and was flawlessly put into a loose braid that cascaded down my right shoulder.
I turn back to look at Mylo and Apollo.
"Your eyes." Mylo mumbles.
"What's wrong with my eyes?" I ask worriedly.
"They're no longer blue." Mylo confirms.
My eyes widen. "What do you mean?"
"The iris are black." Apollo finishes.
I turn back to my father, who had disappeared.
"We should get out of here." Mylo says, pushing the key into the air. "Mabuk!"
The portal opens, and like usual, we all enter.
We arrive in Nelly and Dave's house.
Tessa welcomes us, walking into the room.
She looked around 12 now. She makes eye contact with me and shrieks. "Your eyes!"
Nelly walks into the room. "Hazel, your eyes." She walks up and cups my face in her hands. "What happened?"
"My fath-" I start, only to be interrupted by Mylo himself.
"Lucifer changed them." Mylo interrupts, grasping my shoulder, using my being for balance.
"Mylo, what happened to your shirt?" Nelly asks, she turns to Tessa. "Clear off the kitchen island and get your father."
Tessa nods and runs off.
"Who's that?" Nelly points at a bashful Apollo.
"I'm Apollo White, ex-executioner of the city of Norebrook." He says, standing proud and tall.
Nelly stares in awe. "He's adorable, such a wild imagination!"
"He's not kidding." Mylo says, wincing.
"You okay, My?" I ask.
He shook his head, looking at the floor, his overgrown hair hanging in his face.
I simply open my harms and he puts all his weight on me.
"You guys are too cute." Nelly fawns.
I raise my hand to wave her off, only to lower it in fear that I'd burn down her house.
Tessa comes bounding back into the room. "The island is cleared."
Both Nelly and I carefully maneuver Mylo through the house, and lay him on the kitchen counter.
I place a tender hand on his forehead, it was obvious he was running a fever.
Dave comes into the room, a worry-licked face on his features. "What happened?" He had developed an Irish accent, which hugged his words tightly.
"He got whipped." I answer.
Dave nods like he understands. Then walks to the island.
Mylo whimpers, and I stroke his hair gently.
Dave peels the bandages covering his chest. 3 decently sized spiders crawled out from the wound, scattering around on his pectorals. Dave easily killed all three of them. Then goes back upstairs.
Mylo didn't seem surprised by the spiders, as they had scampered all over him in the torture chamber.
Nelly, on the other hand, freaked out, not used to seeing such beasts climbing out of human wounds.
Apollo stands unblinking, staring at Mylo's suffering being.
I grab Mylo's hand, giving myself wordlessly as a being of support.
He looks up at me and gives me a small weak smile, running his thumb over my knuckles.
Tessa grabs my arm and whispers. "I can see right through you." She pauses. "You are so weak, and pathetic."