CHAPTER 2: DEVIL INCARNATE

CHAPTER 2: DEVIL INCARNATE

I will never forget that night. I know it wasn’t just a dream or hallucination. Everyone believed that it was a miracle I survived the plane crash, but I know the truth. There was a mystery behind the incident. No ordinary person, especially a six-year-old child, would survive that kind of tragedy.

And the answer I’ve been searching for all these years must be in the hands of that man.

I ran past the crowd and hurriedly crossed the street. I sighed in relief when I saw him walking calmly ahead of me.

I followed him till he turned right. I ran to cope up and stopped when I saw him in front of a coffee shop.

I walked for a few steps, then stopped a meter away from his back.

He was lean and tall. I knew he would tower over me if I would stand next to him. I’m sure but I want to be so sure. I can only confirm it with this proximity.

“Why are you following me?”

His deep cold voice… exactly the same.

He then turned to face me. I was stunned. How can someone look exactly the same as he was twenty-two years ago?

It’s not possible.

But… in some cases it could be. If he is an immortal.

His brow rose after he scanned my face for a brief moment. I saw a familiar glint in his eyes. It was like he had seen me before. Like he recognized my face.

“You are that man,” I said, staring intently at him. I’m afraid he would just suddenly disappear.

“That man who?”

“The girl you saved in the plane crash twenty-two years ago, remember her?”

His eyes narrowed.

“No, I don’t,” he said before he continued walking.

I walked fast and blocked his way. He stopped. His light brown eyes turned into a darker shade literally. He noticed me looking at his eyes and jerked his head.

“Look, woman. I have some errands to run—”

“It’s you. I can’t be mistaken. Why are you pretending that you don’t remember it when I can clearly see in your eyes that you do?”

I have dealt with criminals who lied straight to my face the past years. Most of the time I know when someone lies. I can see through most people.

He looked down somewhere for a second. His brows twitched.

“Detective Amber Lewis…”

So he looked at my ID.

“Are you suspecting me for a crime?”

I smirked. I know I need patience but I guess I’ve waited for too long I couldn’t stomach a petty act.

“Can we talk inside the coffee shop?” I asked.

He cleared his throat and put his hands on the pockets of his overcoat. “Having coffee with random strangers is not my thing, Detective. My apologies.”

“I know you know me. Stop the act. You’re not a good actor.”

His expression turned grim.

“I don’t know what happened why you didn’t forget,” he said, which confused me. He made it sound like I should have forgotten it.

“What do you mean? Did you do something back then so I would forget it?”

“Follow me,” he said and started walking.

He walked to a dark alley and I followed him without thinking twice. I don’t care if I’m risking my life on this. For someone who has nothing to lose, what else shall I fear?

He stopped in the middle of the alley and I was standing right behind him.

“Why are we here?”

He didn’t answer. When he turned, his eyes were gold and blazing, ruthlessly looking at me.

“Forget everything,” he commanded.

Now I see. He can erase memories through this and he also did it to me years ago. There is no doubt he is powerful enough to do that, but for some reason it didn’t work on me. And I have this strange feeling that it still won’t work this time.

His eyes turned back to brown.

I smirked. “My memories are mine. You have no right to take it from me.”

He looked at me coldly. “What is wrong with your head?”

“I guess you have no choice but to tell me what exactly happened that night.”

“I have nothing to tell.”

“For what reason did you save me, then?”

“I just thought you were someone I know, but it turned out I was wrong. About the crash, it must be just an accident.”

I shook my head. “No. I know it wasn’t as simple as that.”

He smiled, eyes were wicked.

“How can you be so sure? You were just a six-year-old girl that time. No one will believe you.”

“I don’t need people to believe me. I want the truth for myself. I’ve seen it with my own eyes. My mom didn’t die in the plane crash. She was killed by a woman with different eyes and long nails. I’m sure she isn’t human. And I know you are not, too.”

“I have nothing to do with your past and I don’t have plans to solve your problems for you, but you are right. I’m not a human.”

The next second, he was pinning me on the wall, his hand wrapped around my neck while smirking evilly.

“And because I’m not a human, you should have known that I could easily kill you without anyone knowing.”

“I know. I’m not scared. But wouldn’t it be a waste? To take a life you saved before?”

I looked straight to his eyes without a hint of fear in my eyes. This got him more annoyed.

“If you kill me now, then why don’t you just answer all my questions? After all, I’d be dead?”

“Why are you so fearless? Or maybe you are just acting tough?” He pushed me harder and I felt his nails grow around my neck. They were sharp and cold.

“There is no reason for me to act tough. What you see is what I am. I don’t need a mask.”

“Then you are stupid to ask for death.”

“Who is more stupid between us? Me insisting my point to you despite the danger you impose, or you who want to kill me even I did nothing wrong?”

The corners of my lips rose.

“But seriously, I’m curious. What are you?”

“What do I look like to you?”

“Would you be offended if I say you seem like a devil incarnate to me?”

“Devil… incarnate?” His nose wrinkled. “Do I look that ruthless?”

Well, if you would just look at his face alone, he honestly looks angelic, heavenly. Like how those mythical books describe Roman and Greek gods. I bet he would even shame their looks with his.

But once you look into his eyes you would immediately know he is nothing near angelic. The darkness looming over those orbs is unfathomable. It screams danger.