Chapter 333 - Three Hundred And Thirty-three: He Was Forgetting
"It's okay now, you're safe," She kissed him on the lips.
"I feel faint," Daniel complained, pulling away from the kiss.
"Don't worry, it's the drug. They're going to treat you so you would feel better, don't fight it, alright?" She inford and hugged him, resting her head on his shoulder while her non-injured arm wrapped around his neck.
"Don't worry, it's the drug,"
"Don't worry, it's the drug..."
Daniel woke up with a startle, he looked around to discover he was back at that hell hole. The mory resurfaced in his head, it was faint yet it felt real.
He looked down on the area of his skin where he had etched the na on his skin, "LIA," Was that the girl's na? Was she sobody important to him?
Daniel looked down at the other nas he had carved into his body with his claws.
"Asher", "Hailey", "Hazel", "Ryan",
"Judith", "Phoebe", he traced the nas with his fingers. Even without being told, he instinctively knew that these people mattered to him else he wouldn't go through the pain of engraving them on his body - he was forgetting.
Daniel couldn't tell how long he has been here but it was like being trapped in an endless void of darkness and reliving his worst mories over and over again. He has lost track of ti and mory, all he knew was that each ti, he woke to a new na he had subconsciously added to his body.
He was never at rest here, there were tis he would hear shrieks - screams that would make one's hair stand on edge and even the bravest of n scurry off from fear. But he was already used to it yet the fear was raw.
Each ti his torture began, he could rember everything clearly and Daniel guessed that was when he used the opportunity to carve those nas on himself - as a way to rember. His body was full of scars - the ones he imprinted on himself and the whips from the demons.
He felt the need to rember. But then, Why did this place want him to forget? Was he not supposed to be here in the first place? All Daniel knew that people who ca here did really bad things which were why they were being punished. He couldn't help but wonder what cri he had committed?
There was an incident he rembered clearly, a girl had called out to him once - she was real or seed to be. The girl had blonde hair and blue eyes; she shared so similarities with him and had called him "dad". That must have been an illusion.
Illusions were a pretty common trick around here since one of the tortures included trapping that individual in a never-ending nightmare. It was about ti it began all over again - if only he could understand everything at the end of this session. Was there an end to this nothingness? He was afraid this darkness was beginning to break him.
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His side of his bed was empty, Lia discovered when she reached out for him. She was still reeling from the effects of their lovemaking but the wild thoughts disappeared from her head when she saw Asher by the window side, lost in thought.
Quickly, she dressed up and went to et Asher, hugging him from behind as she rested her head on his back affectionately.
"You're here but your mind's slipping away," she said, rubbing circles on his firm back absentmindedly.
"There're so many things to think about," Asher said to her without turning around.
Understanding the vampire's hint, Lia let go of him with a deep sigh and squeezed herself to his front, "What did you find out?"
Asher didn't reply nor did he et her gaze.
"Asher," Lia turned his face back around to et her own, "Tell the result of your mission," she insisted, keeping his face in place with her palms.
"We still have to sacrifice Ashton," Asher dropped the news.
Lia blanched with shock, her hands leaving Asher's face to fall by her side in resignation. She exhaled roughly, then threw her head back, staring at the roof questioningly.
They had to sacrifice Ashton's demon side just as the council did to hers. This was the reason they hadn't taken any further step and had been waiting for the vampire's return from his quest.
Lia had almost brought on an apocalypse thanks to the manipulation of the dark witches and though Ashton wouldn't be unfairly killed - with a purpose this ti- they still weren't sure what would happen afterward. The plan was too risky and full of blank spots.
"That is to say our efforts were all for nothing," Tears of frustration began to run down her face which she wiped off furiously.
"It wasn't all that fruitless, I discovered sothing else," Asher disclosed.
A glimr of hope flickered across her gaze, "What is it?"
"We can't just take Daniel from hell; he needs a replacent so the balance in there doesn't topple over. Just like nature needs balance, the sa needs to be restored in hell too,"
"There's a werewolf sentenced to death down there in the pack prison, we could use him," Lia ca up with a solution.
That werewolf has committed a huge cri and after an investigation panel was established to look into the matter, it turned out to be true. The werewolf was using others' life to elongate his.
It was no secret that vampires had a much longer lifespan than werewolves who age faster as soon as they stop shifting. Most werewolves lived within the limit of two hundred years before death followed. The werewolf who ever lived was five hundred years and the stupid werewolf had been trying to follow that footstep, albeit in a dark way.
"We would need Sabrina too. She needs to cast a spell to steer Ashton in the right direction so he doesn't just grab the wrong person and our effort cos to nothing," he inford her.
"Sure," Lia rely nodded.
Asher upon sighting the anxious look on her face ca closer and rubbed the length of her arm with his smooth palm, assuringly.
"You don't have to worry about Ashton. Unlike your past negative experience, we'd give him the right orientation so he doesn't go awry down there, alright?" he added, "We'll bring Daniel ho this ti,"
Lia gave him a wry smile and Asher brought her close to him, resting her head on his chest. But the mont Lia was about to relish this feeling, her eyes popped open and she pulled away instantly.
"What is it?" he was surprised by the side change of deanor.
"It's the kids. I can feel it, sothing's wrong," Though Lia didn't tap into the pack's mind link, she shared a mother-child relationship with them and sensed it through that bond. Werewolves worked a lot with their intuition and she learned to trust them over the years.
"Where are they?" Asher had already entered battle mode. Though Trevor and his childhood sweetheart, Williams, were trying to change the traditional mindset of the hunters, there has been recent news of so rogue hunters shooting down so supernaturals. If that was the case, he'd tear them from limb to limb once he lays his hand on them till nothing remains on their miserable corpse.
"At a party," Lia gulped, this stingy vampire would go pretty mad when he hears their location - and yes, Hazel told her.
"Where?" Asher asked, ready to punch so faces. His body was throbbing with the need to hunt as the predatory creature he was.
"At your place,"
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