Before Doctor T could react, Damian unleashed a whirlwind of dark energy, the very air around him twisting into a blood-red vortex. The walls of the facility groaned under the pressure, cracks racing across the concrete as the violent force threatened to tear the entire place apart. Monitors short-circuited, exploding into showers of sparks. Doctor T staggered back, his heart pounding as he tried to comprehend the nightmare unfolding before him.
Damian, once frail and seemingly defeated, now stood tall, his body radiating with power—power that felt otherworldly, terrifying. His once dull eyes now glowed a fierce, demonic red, and his skin crackled with dark energy. There was no hesitation in his movements, no hint of the weak boy who had been strapped to the chair minutes before.
Dante watched in horror from the far side of the room, his cold composure cracking as Damian's newfound strength became undeniable. The boy, once a mere experiment, was now a force of nature, and his fury was palpable.
Damian raised his hand, and from his fingertips, glowing crimson circles began forming in the air, intricate and mesmerizing, yet filled with lethal intent. Doctor T, eyes wide with panic, stumbled backward.
"Stop this... whatever this is! You're not supposed to—" Doctor T's words were cut short as Damian flicked his wrist, sending a wave of dark energy crashing into him. The force was unlike anything the doctor had ever felt—his blood boiled under his skin, his muscles spasmed violently, and his bones began to twist and break in grotesque ways.
Dante, realizing the gravity of the situation, tried to slip toward the door, but Damian's eyes snapped toward him. "You think you can escape?"
The power in Damian's voice alone sent chills down Dante's spine. Damian clenched his fist, and suddenly, thorny black roots erupted from the floor, snaking toward Doctor T. The doctor screamed as the dark roots dug into his flesh, burrowing deep, pulling him toward Damian like a puppet on strings.
"This is what you've made me," Damian whispered darkly, his voice laced with venom. The roots crawled up Doctor T's face, coiling around his neck and digging into his eyes. He screamed in agony, thrashing against the hold, but it was futile. Damian had complete control.
"No! No! Please!—" Doctor T's voice cut off as his body convulsed, and with a final surge of power from Damian, the dark roots dug deeper. There was a sickening crack as Doctor T's body imploded, blood spraying across the room, and then there was nothing left of him but mangled remains.
Dante watched in horror as Damian turned his gaze on him. "I'm not done with you," Damian hissed, his eyes gleaming with murderous intent.
Dante scrambled to his feet, backing away slowly. "Wait, Damian... We can fix this—"
But Damian wasn't listening. The blood-red circles around him intensified, and he moved forward with purpose. Dante felt his skin begin to burn, his veins felt like they were filled with molten lava. He screamed, clutching his chest as his body began to disintegrate, but Damian showed no mercy. He tightened his grip on the power, watching Dante crumble into ashes.
The facility lay in ruins, bodies scattered everywhere, all victims of Damian's wrath. His chest heaved with rage, but beneath the anger, something else stirred—pain, loss. He looked down at his trembling hands. The necklace. Alexis. His fingers brushed the silver pendant hidden in the secret compartment he had crafted, where no one could find it.
"I miss you," he whispered to the pendant, the image of Alexis—Lamia—flashing in his mind. He couldn't forget those midnight blue eyes, the delicate features, the long flowing red hair. He thought Alexis was gone, but now... he had seen him. Alive.
Damian's grip tightened on the necklace. "I'll find you," he vowed, his voice soft yet determined. "But first, there are things I need to deal with."
The following day, the streets of Valemont buzzed with activity. Damian walked among the crowds, blending into the bustle of the city, his eyes scanning the horizon for a familiar face. His heart raced with anticipation, the thought of seeing Lamia—Alexis—again filling him with both hope and fear. He had to be careful, but he couldn't wait any longer.
Suddenly, a sleek, black Lamborghini pulled up to the front of a towering building—a prestigious private school surrounded by lush green gardens and iron gates that stretched as far as the eye could see. The school was an architectural marvel, with grand stone columns and intricate carvings, standing tall against the bright blue sky. It looked more like a castle than a school, with vast windows and perfectly manicured lawns lined with fountains and statues.
The car door opened, and a stunning woman stepped out. Her brunette hair flowed gracefully down her back, and her eyes were a deep, warm brown, reflecting the sunlight. She wore a tailored bright red dress that hugged her curves in all the right places, accentuating her elegance. Her heels clicked against the pavement as she moved with effortless grace.
On the other side of the car, the door opened, and Damian's breath caught in his throat. There he was.
Lamia—Alexis. He stepped out, his long red hair catching the sunlight, shining like fire against the pale blue sky. His midnight blue eyes sparkled with life, and he wore a perfectly tailored designer suit that screamed wealth and class. The black jacket was fitted to his slim yet muscular frame, with a white shirt underneath and black leather shoes that gleamed in the sunlight. He looked every bit the royalty he had once been.
Damian, hiding in the shadows, watched in awe. He couldn't believe it. Lamia was alive. The years had only made him more stunning, more ethereal.
As they moved toward the grand entrance of the school, Damian's heart pounded in his chest. He couldn't rush in—not yet. But he wasn't going to lose him again. He needed to bide his time.
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Back at the ruins of the organization, Damian found his secret compartment, retrieving the necklace once more. His fingers ran over the familiar silver chain, the memories flooding back.
"I'll come for you, Alexis," he whispered, his voice barely audible, but filled with resolve. "We will reunite."
But first, there were loose ends. He had unfinished business with Dante's remaining associates. He had something to settle before he could make his move and that's Peter Lockwood the person that work hand in hand with the evils perpetrated by Dante Gonzalez.
With this in his mind he slipped the silver necklace into his pocket and disappeared into the night.
AUTHOR NOTE: WANT MORE OF LUCAS AND MAXANDRA STORY DON'T WORRY THE SEQUEL(TRAPPED WITH THE DEVIL'S)WILL COME IMMEDIATELY TYE THE END OF THIS PARTICULAR ONE.