Page 4 of Christa's Obsession

Christa thought her demon was on something, because its behavior was just plain bizarre.

“Do we know why they took her?” Merihem asked, looking at Dakata.

“They took her thinking she was my blissful one…” As Dakata spoke, his demon emerged and roared in fury.

Silas laid a hand on his arm. That was all it took for Dakata’s demon to become calm.

“How lovely,” Christa murmured, the bond between them evident in the way Silas stared at her brother. Christa had given no real thoughts to a lasting relationship with anyone. Yet…

Dakata glanced at Merihem. “Merihem, can you feel any new soul down here?”

Merihem’s hands came together, palms flat against each other. His eyes shut and his lips moved as he used his demon half.

“What’s he doing?” Silas whispered to Dakata.

“He’s a ‘controller’ of souls in this realm and yours. He’ll find her, I promise, and everything will be fine.”

Merihem’s eyes opened. They were black and sat in his deep-red skinned face. They were as scary as the black pit of hell, which Christa had once visited. “She’s in the Dusken part of the realm.”

“Fuck!” Luka moaned in complaint.

Berna shook his head. “That’s not good, man.”

“Shut up,” Christa snapped, her demon emerging. She was as tall as her brothers, only more slender in the body, and her hair reached her ass, flowing over her breasts. “Can you pinpoint her?”

Her demon was ready to fight. Christa was still trying to fathom why, besides the obvious that her brother needed help. Not one to fight her demon side preferred to use seduction rather than her fists and claws.

“Yes. There are about twenty others with her.” Merihem’s eyes became unfathomable pools. “Guards, I suspect by the formation of them.”

“Battle stance?” Dakata asked when Silas made a sound of distress.

“Yes.” Merihem closed his eyes once more, and his hands parted. There, in the space between them, sat what he could see. It was an impressive skill available to the ‘controller’.

This ability to project what he could see between the force of his hands was a talent only two other demons had in their realm.

Silas stepped closer, his hand reaching out. “No,” Dakata murmured. “It’s harmful to touch.”

Luka and Berna came closer at the same time as Christa, looking at the image, assessing who had a death wish.

“Isn’t that Rainar?” Christa spat, pointing at the vision of the biggest demon closest to… to the demon gods, was that Wanda? Fury darkened her eyes as her demon hands clawed, ready to rip apart anyone who had laid marks on the pale skin of…

Christa felt the shudder ripple through her, her heart pounding as her body heated.

No!

Yes,her demon purred.

“It appears so,” Dakata answered, but Christa was struggling to understand what the hell was wrong with her.

Stop pretending.

“Silas, you stay here—”

“I don’t think so.” Silas gave Dakata a look that suggested he’d be spending precious hours wasting his time and energy if he argued. “She’ll need me, so I’m coming.” He looked so angelic, yet his steel will came through to all in the room.

Christa ignored the toing and froing between her brothers.

Who’s pretending? Not me!

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