The Devils Games

"The scariest monsters are the ones that lurk within our souls..." -Edgar Allen Poe


8. Chapter 5


Harry's POV


I got up off the ground while coughing and stood up straight slightly wincing at the pain in my back.


I walked over to the kitchen and grabbed a glass cup filling it with water, hoping it will relieve part of my hangover and the burning feeling that Alsius left on me. I took three big gulps letting the cold liquid run down my sore throat. I sighed and leaned back against the counter closing my eyes.


I promised myself I wouldn't have anything to do with demons from everything I had experienced when I was younger. And now look at me. I'm working for them while they have me wrapped around their charred fingers and I'm practically one myself. Ever since I found out about the deal that my father made, I mentally told myself that I would do whatever it takes to help him out and not let him down. Even if it meant letting myself down.


My ears perked up at the sudden noise that had came from my living room. I didn't waste any time and quickly ran in there only to find Cilbuth patiently sitting on the couch like he's been there the whole time.


"Jesus Cilbuth! You could've warned me you ass!" He just chuckled and crossed his legs.


"Well I did knock but I received no answer. So I thought why not let myself in?"


"Fucking demons." I muttered to myself as I sat down on the chair across from Cilbuth. I leaned forward and rested my elbows on top of my legs while looking at him. He was staring straight back. We kept that up for what felt like long hours but were just merely minutes. Just holding each others intense gazes.


I then decided to break the silence. "I don't like you." I told him bluntly. 


He just shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly and tilted his head to the side. "No one said you had to like me."


"I don't trust you, I don't want to work with you, and the fact that you think you're all high and mighty is quite funny, let me tell you. Last time I checked I was the one in charge of this mission. Not you."


He laughed again and shook his head. "And last time I checked, you're not a real demon. So who's the real one in charge?" He got up off the couch and started to make slow circles around me. "You see Harry, you put on this hatred act in front of us saying how much you hate our kind. When in reality, you want to be one of us. You love the power we have over mortals and the pain we can bring to people. Don't lie."


I shook my head and felt the anger boiling inside of me. He had no right to say these things. Little did he know that all of the anger I felt was towards them, not humans. I got right up into his face and sized him up, even if he was a bit taller than me.


"Fuck off." I spat. I turned to walk away when I felt myself being shoved against the wall...again. His large hand was wrapped around my neck and it was burning like hell. Literally.


"You know I could just end you right now." He said squinting his eyes.


"Then why don't you huh? Just kill me right here! C'mon you bastard!" His grip on my neck tightened and my vision was going blurry. I was struggling to breath. All of a sudden I was dropped to the floor and inhaled an insane amount of oxygen.


"As much as I'd like to, we have a job to do. I'd rather not have a mutant girl try and stop our kind from taking over the world. Even though I'd rather see you dead right now, we both have to work together and get this done. I think we can be mature about this and end our feud for the time being."


Even as much as I'd hate to admit this, he was right. I pushed away my stubborn behavior and agreed with him. I got up and limped my way to the couch and sat down.


"Okay, well now that that's over where could we find her? She could literally be anywhere." I sighed and ran a hand through my messy hair. It's times like these where I could use a drink.


"Well," Cilbuth started, "if you were a scared young girl who had a freakish gift and knew that an army of demons where after you, where would you go?"


"Great, now you have me thinking." I muttered. If I were a young girl and I knew monsters were out to get me, where would I go? Somewhere where you'd feel safe I'm guessing. Somewhere where you'd feel hope. Safe and hope. It then hit me.


"The Church."



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