FIVE.

With shaky hands dripping with blood, her head held low and her face covered in agony, Sonny stood before the devil in his true form: long dark hairy tale with it's pointy red and sharp arrow-like end, short red and rough horn on his forehead, long black claws on both hands, flashing a mouthful of pin sharp teeth.

"Why did you make me do this?" Sonny asked, her head still held low. Her voice a pitch lower than usual.

"You would have ended up doing something relatable sooner anyway. Now is not the time for sulking. Change up! dress nice. We have a French descendant to pick up." He said and took back on a human form before putting on his leather jacket.

"I am not going anywhere with you!" Sonny cried taking a stand to look straight into his eyes but almost as if it burnt her she winced sharply, shutting tight her eyes and falling to floor, obviously in pain.

His eyes were a fiery red; infusing unbearable pain into hers. It was the only way he could get her to do what he wanted. It has always been like that ever since. That power of pain would bring anyone to their knees.

"Oh but you have to. This one plays a lot with fire; and what is evil what fire?"

"Please stop! I don't want to do this anymore!! I'm not a killer. I'm not evil." she cried smearing the blood on her entire face with her palms. Her body felt weak. Her mind still clouded with memories of how she had clawed Anabelle from young and beautiful to unrecognisable pieces of what was supposed to be her body: how the innocent girl had cried and begged for her mercy: how she had cried out 'help' to Garvin and how she Sonny, all she saw was red and all she heard was death.

"My poor little sinner! It is just and only the beginning. Wipe away your tears for they are pathetic. Worry not for you will no longer be alone. You will never again be alone. Change up let us go and recruit your friends..." She looked up at the evil angel with no emotions on her face except for the dry tears marks on her face.

Why her? she wondered!

She had accepted the concept of the difference she made from all other girls her age in the society, but now, she just wished she could be like them. She wasn't like them. She always knew she was different but now it had taken a whole knew level. This wasn't her, at all; she had just killed a person and it didn't sit well with her. But Luce would make her do it over and over again and she couldn't resist him. This was her now and she just had to do what she'd always done. Be it!

"It is just one person my viciousness! You will kill ten thousand more for no reason and two for a special reason." he said grazing her jawline with his thumb.

"Why? what reason?" she asked him.

"You would only know when the entire gang is full. Let's go!"

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Garvin jammed through the thin burgundy doors of his best friends apartment calling out to her,

"Annabel! Anna! An- " he froze when his eyes met with traces of blood coming from her bathroom. He rushed in there and what he saw crushed his soul.

He fell on his knees in front of the remains of a body whose flesh had been clawed from the skeleton and spread all over the bathroom floor but her pretty little face was untouched and perfectly made up.

Garvin wept bitterly. He had just come from his family mansion where he had choked his uncle on the Hennessey he was drinking, to death; but now he regretted it was not enough for what he had done to the love of his life.  He transfered the blapme to the only other being he knew could've stopped this horror:

"Haaaaaaaaaaaa!!!" He cried out loud, looking up the roof but visualising the sky, "Why! Why would you let this happen? What the hell are doing up there? She loved you, she trusted you! she worshipped you! Why?...I renounce your name! for you saw, and let this happen!" he yelled causing blazing lightening bolt and thunder to stroke the skies. As he spoke, humongous waves roared the seas, ship started sinking, in different parts of the world, villages by the shore, beaches were flooded by heavy waves like never before.

"...Detestor et nomen melius a quo sexu esse personam? Per quos aqua baptizatus detestor; Ut benedicat tibi?!!!!!" he rose back unto his feet, "This world, you made it, you love it, you called it your garden and you took everything from me... I will flood every living creature in this world of yours. I will destroy everything you so hard worked for. You so love this fucking world that you sent you're only son to die for it to be saved? Well, looks like his sacrifice will be in total vain!!!!" He rushed outside, lighting flash glittering inside his irises.

A storm began on all the seas of the world.

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Inside a congested strip club at the heart of Paris, Luce saw in his subconscious as people died in the storms and tears of a descendant of water. Oh! he felt like celebrating; for bit by bit, his plans were falling into place.

He turned his eye from the seas of the earth back to the half naked waitress who came to take his orders,

"Que pourrai-je vous offrit? Je suis toute à vôtre service?" the woman said seductively batting l her lashes at him. He grinned.

If only she knew I was her master. He thought to himself, his thoughts only readable to the annoyed red haired girl by his side. She wore black ripped jeans, a dark blue cropped top inside a leather jacket. Her hair was held in a tight ponytail with a few loose strands framing her beautiful face.

"Oh but I wouldn't dream of wanting anything from you Sabine!" He inched closer to stare deep into her eyes, "I just need you to walk out of here and into the highway where your boyfriend will knock you dead, your daughter will kill him and then follow me!" he finished with wink. His eyes glowed with flames that transpired from his to the waitress's. Under his compulsion, she dropped her tray on the table and started walking out of the club.

About fifteen minutes after she completely disappearances out of the club, a younger girl with tattoos from her neck running down to her waist rushed in screaming. She told everyone there'd been an accident and Sabine was dead.

People ran over to her and started asking questions, while some ran outside to see for themselves.

"Il y à ça fille Éloïse là dehors et le conard qui lui tué c'est David, son copain !"

Luce leaned over and grinned at Sonny, who frowned a little confused,

"What? What now?"

"That's your cue!" He flashed her a megawatt smirk with a wink, "Go get our fire girl."

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