They all looked around to see where the sound of flapping wings was coming from. But they still were not able to see much.
"I have not been around Rubedo for long. But he usually is not like this." Leonor spoke while everyone was looking up at a sky that I did not allow them to see. "But I found that there are certain triggers to immediately anger him. If we find what angered him then we can try to calm him down again."
"Of course, we know that. We have been around him longer than you! Only the last time one of us pissed him off Gert literally killed him. And well. after that no one heard of Gert anymore!" Allenya responded.
"Even so. If he wanted us dead. We would have been so already. He was clearly only trying to scare us away."
All the illusions faded away as soon as my feet toughed the ground. The moment they could see again they all looked at me.
"Why did you still want to come back? I have probably killed at least ten people just by collapsing the first building. Just leave me alone!"
My sharp fangs were clearly visible while I spoke, and my black claws reflected the dim light that reached these outskirts of the ruins. All four of my wings stretched out wide and my tail waving from side to side much like a cat would do just before it would strike its prey, brought an extra hint of danger.
Most of them were still pale and trying to collect themselves after being stuck in my illusions. All but one had no idea why I was behaving this way. And all of them were worried about what I might do next.
My father stepped forward. "Gustave. Please calm down. I am sorry for what I said. but these people don't deserve this."
"Oh, you really think that low of me? I was not going to do anything. I did not even want to come down to talk to you in person. But even after I made that clear you all still stayed."
"But what you did was wrong. Even if this time no one got hurt."
"Of course, I know that! Now you are just opening old wounds only to rub salt in them. which, you know, hurts a lot more since I am a demon. I was fine with the state I am in now. And then I finally got you back and all you do is point out all the mistakes I made along the way! And I try to stop making these mistakes, I really do. But when you walk you can't help but crush some ants. It is just the way things are."
I but my lip and walked away. At this point I was nearly certain that I was biologically incapable of crying. Because otherwise I would probably have done it long ago. Even so my anger and sadness were clearly present in my voice.
Behind me I could hear my friends calling for me to come back. but I ignored them and hid myself behind illusions. I now just hoped that they would give up their searching , since I did not want to be found. Or that they would at least leave before they got in trouble.
I walked aimlessly trough the ruins not caring about where I was going. Maybe I had walked in circles, maybe I walked straight forward. I just tried to get all my thoughts in order. But how could I believe that if I could not let my problems walk away from me, that I could walk away from them myself.
I had reached a dead end. What should not have been a problem since I could just fly over the row of buildings. But behind me was my father holding his adder stone in front of his eye.
"So, you still like to be alone when something happened."
I spread out all four of my wings to fly way. But he grabbed onto one of the scales of my arm. tough I could rip out my own scales with ease. I was certain that in a battle between the sturdiness of my scales and the bones in his hand. my scales would win with ease.
"Let go. Or I will be taking your hand along with me."
"I know you won't do that."
Knowing that my illusion would not do much now that he was actually looking through that thing, I let it fade. Driven by curiosity as for why he did not use it sooner I quickly ran through his mind. only to find that the sudden fear and confusion had distracted him too much to use it.
"Really? you do know that I can enter your mind whenever I want, right? I know that if even for only a moment, back there you really thought that I was going to hurt you."
"But still, I am here."
I bared my teeth and growled while still trying to make him let go of my arm on his own accord. I did not want to take control over him in order to force him to let go.
Yet, my father just softly smiled.
"I know why you act up this way. I made you think that I hated you for the things you barely have control over. I failed you. A parent should never let their children think they hate them. Whether I want it or not, what you are now and the things that you have done are a part of you. And I still love every part of you. I just hope that you regret the things you have done. And even if there is no undoing them, lets make sure that they never happen again. and this time, I am here to help you."