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I shook my head as the reality of his words sank in. It was true? I was a real witch? That didn't make any sense to me. In my entire life, I'd never had any sort of magical ability. Granted I never tried making potions or charms, but I used to pretend to cast spells a lot when I was younger. Nothing ever happened. I never had any indication other than my ancestry that led me to believe that I could possibly be a witch.
"That's not possible," I whispered.
"You mean like how it isn't possible for us hellhounds to exist?" Abaddon asked with an arched brow, looking amused by my bewilderment.
He got me there. I was in Hell, imprisoned somewhere with three hellhounds looking down at me. If that was real, how could witches and magic not be? That meant everyone in Salem was right. Bal was right, I was a witch. But how did they know, and I didn't?
"I know it's a lot to process," Abaddon spoke, breaking me out of my mental panic. "Fortunately, you're in the right place to learn all about your bloodline."
"My bloodline?" I tilted my head in confusion.
"Where do you think your family's ties to magic came from?" Abaddon held out his hands to indicate the very space we were in. "This is where it all began."
My family's magic came from Hell. I had no idea what to think of that. Maybe the religious assholes were right about witchcraft being satanic, which left a bad taste in my mouth. I didn't want to think of the women in my family being devil-worshippers. Even if they were, I never practiced witchcraft a day in my life. I wasn't Sabrina, the teenage witch. I was Antonia DeLuna.
"Antonia," Helios spoke softly as he reached out his hand again, this time to push my hair back behind my ears. The soft gesture helped ease the tension I was feeling, but it didn't mitigate the confusion that riddled my mind. "I promise everything will all be explained. If you'll cooperate and follow us, we'll take you to see our master, Lord Deimos. He'll have all the answers you’re seeking."
"Lord Deimos?" I asked. So, they had a master after all, and I bet it was this Lord Deimos who told these guys to bring me here. The question was, why?
"Lord Deimos is the one who rules this court," Apollyon spoke for the first time since arriving.
I was about to comment on that when a new voice rang, followed by distant footsteps that grew louder as someone new stepped into the cellar to join our little party. "And he's also growing impatient."
My eyes fell on the fourth man, whom I also assumed was a hellhound since he also wore all black and barefoot. This guy was much paler than the others, on the lean side like Abaddon, but what made him stand out from the rest was the array of tattoos that covered his chest, arms, and fingers. His hair was pale blond and spiked at the front with ocean blue eyes and high cheekbones. Judging from the scowl on his face, he wasn't the friendly type.
But seriously, why was every guy so hot?
Helios groaned. "Why are you here, Xaphan?"
The blond guy, Xaphan, narrowed his eyes. "I'm here because you're taking too long. Master Deimos wants the witch brought to him now."
Chapter5
Antonia
Ididn’t know why but something about the idea of meeting their master had me wanting to curl back into a ball until I woke up from whatever fever dream I was having. It wasn’t as if they were taking me to meet God. No, it would likely be Satan that was their master, and that wasn’t someone I was very excited to meet.
“Nice going, Xaphan, now you have her freaking out all over again. Couldn’t you have waited until she was calm enough first before bursting in here?” Helios chastised the blond man.
The one called Xaphan scowled. “We’re not here to coddle her, Helios. Bringing her to Deimos is our job, and he’s waiting. Forget about her comfort and just drag her by her hair if she doesn’t want to be compliant.”
“And you wonder why no one likes you,” Abaddon muttered under his breath.
Helios huffed out a breath before facing me again. “I’m sorry for this, but we’re going to need you to come with us. Will you go willingly?”
What were my options? Either go on my own two feet or they’ll do what blondie suggested and drag me by my hair? It was clear what my answer should be, and though I wish I didn’t have to, I nodded and pushed myself to my feet.
“Finally,” Xaphan said and exited the room.
“Don’t pay him any mind, little witch. He’s this anal with everybody. You’ll be fine,” Abaddon said, trying to sound light and friendly to make me feel more relaxed.
It didn’t help.
As I followed the four men out the cellar and leading me through dark obsidian halls, I was going through a serious case of whiplash at how my life has changed in the blink of an eye. When I said I wanted out of my shitty life, this wasn't what I had in mind.
I walked stiffly with Helios and Apollyon on either side of me, and Abaddon and Xaphan following behind. I wasn't planning on running off if that was what they were worried about. Where the hell would I go? I was literally in Hell, and I wasn't even dead yet. Even if by pure luck I found a way to return to Earth, I had nowhere to go. I sure as fuck wasn't going back to Bal, and I highly doubted going to the police for his attempt of killing me would do much. Cops could easily be bought with money, and Balthazar had plenty of that. I was damned no matter what I chose to do, but at least going to see their master would hopefully unravel some of the many questions I had.
After what felt like an eternity later, we stopped in front of a set of double doors. There was a carving that extended through both doors depicting a demon man with a thick muscular build, long hair that floated upward and a pair of horns protruding from his temples. His arms were stretched out with spikes jutting out through his shoulders and his palms facing up. I wondered if this was what their master looked like. Lord Deimos, I believe was his name?
