HAZEL -He begins ambling forward towards me, mouth twisting in a sordid way. In utter trepidation, I scramble backward utilizing my elbows. I notice he's inadvertently blocking the path I would have tread to my bedroom. In a matter of seconds, a rush of adrenaline kicks in, and I leap to my feet. Without sparing him a second glance, I hastily canter in the opposite direction towards the foyer.My heart hammers at abnormal speed as I rapidly descend the length of the stairwell. Once I get to the landing, I risk a glance up only to discover he hasn't pursued me. A heavy sigh of relief escapes my mouth as I stand still trying to calm my breathing.This wasn't supposed to happen according to plans! I wonder how I would manage to get to my room with him out in the corridor. A deep regret fills me for having attempted such a foolish idea of delivering the note to him. Considering that both of us were the only occupants currently in the manor, it was highly incongruous of me.I should inform

HAZEL -Instantly, those incisive pair of azure eyes arrest me. I nearly choke on my tongue.His expression hardens. My heart nearly constricts, legs feel like blocks of concrete. The memory of last night resurfaces. I briefly avert my gaze toward Mrs. Molotov and the child before looking back at him again.His rigid stare remains on me, visage inscrutable now. The man next to him pauses speaking due to the lack of interest. With confusion, the man follows the demon's gaze and looks straight at me.I feel my face flushing as I approach their vicinity. I adjust my sight on Mrs. Molotov and the child instead.She smiles at me sweetly. I recognized the semblance between her and Serge. The little boy took more after Mister Molotov in the looks department.Placing the pitchers before them, I glance nervously into the demon's presence again. The entirety of his focus continues ensnaring me.By now, I'm drenched in repleted apprehension as I curl my perspiring hands into fists against my

Vladimir's POV in 3rd Person.Patience and disciplined designation... Have always been the two denominators shackling his mind in the quiet before the storm. Provided that his kill is within the span of short intervals.Delay only produced an irksome vehemence. Roots of avidity sprout, shattering the silent exterior. Releasing untimely clamor out of the dismal recesses of his mind.A devoted prisoner to such a capacity, the chaos invariably defined him. Fear the one vanquished by discord within...His face was obscured by a silver mask, bordered by the cowl of an ebony hood. With heavy anticipation, leather-gloved finge rs twitch. Ensconced in the pockets of obsidian garments. Robes concealing weaponry, laced with death.It's been far too long...A month had elapsed since he last embarked on an execution spree. The present was fixed to fulfill a task of such a degree. A time to quench a bloodlust anew. Now was a period for inner solace. A storm more dulcet than beforetill the brewi

No! His thoughts betrayed him once yet again. Had this mind been an individual form, he would have clawed it all to a bloody pulp. Perhaps he should bash his fūcking brains out with a bat by his own hand. If only he didn't have a family to constantly defend.Suddenly the glass of brandy shatters in his leather-gloved grip. Serving to obstruct him from his ever-darkening thoughts.Yigor shoves the stripper off from his lap and vaults towards Vladimir's side."What the fūck?" He took ahold of his cousin's unharmed hand. His worried eyes rove over him. "What's wrong with you tonight?""It's alright, I'll get Mister Nikolay another." The bartender piped in as he begin preparing behind the bar."It's fine." Vladimir's voice lets out roughened, husky. He clears his throat and looks around himself in the half-filled club. Gaze landed on a scantily dressed pretty redhead, swaying on the dance floor.She winks at him and lewdly licks at her bottom lip. He diverts his glance away. Yigor follow

HAZEL -Two hours later, we finally arrive at the Nikolay manor. I step out of the limo and my breath hitches in my throat.This reaction of mine always occurs when he's around in close vision. He shouldn't affect me so abnormally. I hated how my body reacts in such an aberrant way.Surely enough there he is, an intimidating presence leaning against one of the pillars of the manor. Absentmindedly smoking a cigar, clad in a business blazer without a top hat or cane.Attention skimming over his phone in one hand, he hasn't seen us yet.My palms moisten in nervousness. I try to take cover behind Bev and Serge. Lately, the demon has been focusing disturbingly on me whenever we've crossed paths. The worst part of it all, he'd stare at my lips and then look me in the eyes. As if he was trying to communicate to me something inaudible just by that fierce gaze alone. Yet his overall visage was stony, which left me utterly perplexed.And truth be told, I couldn't bare looking back into his eyes