[Present time]
Confusion... That is what Zyran felt as he gazed at the back of the 'man' that came out of nowhere. 'Who is this?' He thought. As the man turned around, he finally realised why Sofia cried out earlier, in the man's hand there was a... Heart. Zyran felt fear grip his heart when his saw this, looking behind the man, he felt his blood run cold when he saw the managers body on the ground with a deep hole in his chest. The expression on the manager's face was still peaceful, as if he died without knowing it. Moving his gaze away from the managers body, Zyran carefully observed the features of the man who wore a white suit, that was when he realised that that was no man that stood before them. Two brown horns protruding from his head, green slitted eyes and a long tail with a sharp tip, That was without a doubt a demon. 'How did he find us?'. Zyran questioned himself.
Sofia, who was closest to the demon had a lifeless expression on her face as she gazed at her father's lifeless body that is sprawled on the ground. It was obvious to anyone observant that she was in a lot of pain, so much pain that her mind failed to realise that she was a hand reach away from a demonic fiend. Her life was literally at risk but she didn't care, nothing at this moment mattered to her. Seeing her father mercilessly killed Infront of her was a big blow to her psych.
Zyran pushed the frightened Alora behind his back and put himself Infront of her whilst keeping his eyes on the demon. His mind was racing, trying to think of a way to get his sister out of there but he couldn't think of anything. Fighting back would be suicide while running away would be pointless since there's no way they'd be able to outrun a demon. 'What should I do?'. Zyran was so caught up with thinking of a way to protect his sister, that his mind forgot about the existence of Sofia, which was understandable, they were practically strangers until today. Even though she helped them escape earlier that wasn't reason enough for him to suddenly care about her safety. 'Focus damnit!'.
Zyran's train of thought was disrupted when the demon moved. With his handsome face, brown seaweed like hair and green eyes with slits, Croviel had an amused smile on his face as he gazed at the little head hiding behind Zyran. He threw the heart he was holding aside, too disgusted to hold it for too long and then took out a handkerchief, using it to wipe the blood off his hand. 'Who would have guessed my hand would literally go right through him'. He then threw the now bloodied handkerchief at Sofia, further worsening her state of mind. 'Its so easy to break a human, heh'. He then took a step forward and passed the lifeless piggy next to him, she was after all not who he was after.
"Don't come any closer!". With his mind still trying to think of a way out, Zyran tried to stall the demon.
Unfortunately, Croviel wasn't into playing around, he continued walking towards the Gravel siblings. His amused smile widening all the more as he savoured the fear in Zyran's eyes. 'That's it, that expression is what I yearn for. Fear me as you should'.
Seeing that the demon wasn't stopping, Zyran made up his mind on a decision. Without turning around, he said to Alora, being careful to hide the resignation in his voice: You have to run".
" But Z, I can't leave—".
But Zyran wasn't going to listen to her pleas this time around. "Go now! I'll try to stall him for as long as I can". He gave her a side glance. "Remember, your big bro will always love—".
"Enough with the drama".
'Pah!'
Zyran suddenly felt a stinging pain on his right cheek, followed by his head bashing against a hard surface that made his vision blur. He felt like he was struck with a metal rod as he felt his brain rattling from the blow. 'What did he hit me with?'.
Suddenly finding himself on the ground, he weakly raised his head, his vision slowly becoming bloody. He saw the demon standing right Infront of his sister, a sight that made his heart clench in fear. "No... get away from—". He couldn't finish his sentence, as the pain on his right cheek was too unbearable. He took his hand and tried to feel his right cheek but what he felt was something else. Instead of getting the feel of his cheek, he felt his hand touching his teeth. 'What! Where's my—'. That's when he realised why he was in so much pain.
Alora felt her heart jump to her throat when she saw the demon sending her brother flying with a casual slap, so strong his body got bashed against a wall. For a moment, she thought he was dead. Her worries were sent away when she saw him starting to move from were he had fallen, slowly trying to get up. Unfortunately her worries were short lived as she finally caught sight of his right cheek... Or to be more precise, where his right cheek should have been.
Placing her hands on her chest, tears began streaming down Alora's eyes as she observed her brother's injury. The entire right side of her brother's face no longer had any skin. Croviel's casual slap had scrapped all the skin off Zyran's face thus all the pain he was currently feeling. Seeing him being injured to such a state all to protect her, made her heart bleed. 'Z'. That was when she finally registered the presence of the demon that was now standing right next to her. Turning her head towards 'it' she said, her tone full of fury: "How dare you!, How dare you hurt my brother—".
'Pah!'
"Shut your damn mouth". Said Croviel, his amused smile from earlier no longer present. Unlike earlier when he slapped Zyran, This time Croviel controlled his strength, he didn't want to injure his new toy too badly.' I'm not in the mood for this nonsense nor will I tolerate it'.
Alora placed her palm on her now reddened cheek, the expression on her face was that of disbelief. She turned to face Croviel once more: You—".
'Pah!'
"I said... shut your damn mouth".
"BASTARD! Leave her alone!". Zyran had an enraged expression as he yelled out. Seeing his sister get harmed right Infront of him drove him crazy, he felt a desire he has never felt before, the desire to spill blood. He gritted his teeth, trying to ignore the pain on the right side of his face. He then tried getting up, but his injuries were too severe. 'Come on damnit, move!'. His eyes were bloodshot as he tried to force his body up to no avail. 'F*CK!'.
"How pathetic". Spoke Croviel as he gazed at the struggling human on the ground, his expression was that of delight as he said: So I slapped this human, what are you going to do about it, huh? Nothing. There's nothing you can do because your weak, your a pathetic weakling that can't even protect those close to him, just like all the humans". Croviel then raised his right hand and clutched Alora's throat, he then walked behind her and placed his left palm on her stomach before turning her head to face her brother. His head was resting on her shoulder as he said. "Want me to show you what weakness leads to?". He asked, as his long tongue came out and licked Alora's cheek, his hand was still clutching her neck when he did this.
Alora couldn't even resist as she was too weak compared to Croviel who also towered over her. With tearful eyes, she looked at her brother, begging to be saved.
Zyran was losing it. He couldn't even think straight. All his thoughts were centred on one thing, tearing Croviel apart. Seeing his sister being held in such away and being assaulted. Drove him insane, her tears were the final nail. He gritted his teeth so hard that they cracked while his gums began to bleed. With his bloodshot eyes, gritted teeth and maddened expression, Zyran looked like a rapid beast. He tried getting up once more and failed, tried again and failed. Again and again, nonstop but the results were all the same. It appeared that he had injured his spine when his body earlier smashed against the wall. But even if he knew that, he didn't stop trying to get up.
Croviel looked at the struggling human with a blank expression. 'What is he even going to do when he gets up?. Idiocy at it's greatest. Since I'm at it, I should have some fun'. Croviel took a deep breath and inhaled large amounts of Alora's scent. 'For a pig, she sure smells good'. He then slowly moved his left hand down to her thighs, he could feel her desperately struggling under his hold to no avail. He reached her succulent thighs and squeezed them, feeling their softness. 'Ahh yes. That's the right feeling'.
When Croviel's palm touched Alora's thigh, he felt her struggle even more, which excited him to no end. He was so excited that he forgot to control his strength. Which is why...
'Snap!'
"Oops".