Luka
It doesn't take me long to find Katrina; I can hear her sniffling from just outside my classroom door. I spot her sitting in the alcove right outside my classroom, her arms wrapped around my tall, long-haired, tattooed God. Great, now I'll have to explain to both of my fated what exactly what was going on in that room.
Samael must hear my footsteps as I walk toward them, his head jolting up from Katrina's shoulders, his eyes narrowing, an accusing look on his face. I can also spot the confused look hidden behind his other emotions. I'm not upset with him; I would feel the same way if Katrina had come up to me and explained what she'd just seen.
"Kit-Kat," I call as I close in on them.
"Leave me alone, Luka!" She shouts, her voice slightly muffled in Samael's shoulder but still drawing attention to the students passing by.
"Maybe we should take this somewhere else," Samael states, looking around worriedly at the encroaching students.
"We have nothing to talk about now nor later." Katrina turns, facing me with a glare, before storming off.
"I don't know what was going through that thick skull of yours, but you need to fix it." Samael hisses before walking off in the opposite direction as Katrina.
I feel conflicted. Part of me wants to run to Samael, explain what's going on, and hopefully get him on my side in persuading Katrina to talk to me calmly. But then, the other part of me didn't want Katrina to continue to stew over what she thought she'd seen, knowing the longer the picture she painted in her head turned, the angrier she'd get.
"To Katrina, it is then," I grumble under my breath heading in the same direction my blonde hair fated took, hoping that when I finally caught up to her, it would be someplace private.
She must have started sprinting when Samael started talking to me because she was already down the hall, turning round the corner, heading toward the main doors leading outside the academy. Where the Hell could she be going? There's nothing for her outside. Everything she needs is located on the school grounds.
"KATRINA!" I hollered, now running down the hall, trying to grab her attention, but she continued on, not bothering to glance back, her pace not even faltering.
As I continued to run down the ridiculously lengthy hall, I closed my eyes, focusing on the doors leading outside the academy. They were large wooden doors with windows you could see out of but not see into. The knobs were shaped like handles and made of thick metal. The doors weren't just styled to mimic the stronghold style; they were indeed stronghold doors made to keep out dark demonic creatures. The moment the image of the doors became clear in my mind, I felt my body give a jolt, my legs lurching from the floor beneath me and settling on the crickety front entrance of the academy, standing in the way of Katrina and the exit.
Katrina's eyes were glazed over, almost as if she was mesmerized, her face stoic, without any expression. Her head held perfectly still, her shoulders thrown back, making her look like the Queen she was meant to be. Her footsteps are perfectly synchronized, as if she's marching in time with a tune that only she can hear. Everything about my fated signals that she's in a trance, but how could she be? She was perfectly fine, not even half an hour ago.
When she's within my reach, I grab her shoulders, tugging her into my arms; her body is hot to the touch as if she were fevering. I glance into her eyes again, noting that they're still her normal bright blue, even with the glaze over them; there's no indication of her succubus surfacing. So, why does she feel like Hell's flame if her demon isn't trying to break through?
This entire time I'm evaluating Katrina, she hasn't said a peep, and she's still trying to walk, her feet and legs moving up and down in motion, even though she isn't going anywhere. Proof that at some point between me talking to her and her storming off that someone's managed to get in her mind and control her. Or maybe it isn't someone; maybe it's her inner succubus, listening to the call of its true Queen, Lilith. Could Lilith be summoning her daughter home? Whoever or whatever it is, I won't let them take her.
I lower my grip on Katrina, wrapping my arms around her knees, and haul her over my shoulder. She lets out this shrill scream that echoes through the halls; her demon claws emerge, and she digs them into my back; her legs kick frantically as she tries to get me to let her go. Determined to resume her mission, even if it meant poisoning me.
Not that the poison on her claws could kill me. After all, I am the Dark King, the ruler of the Kingdom of Tartarus. I can't be affected by demonic poisons. Also, as a descendant of Loki, I was born with immunities toward poisons. Loki had spent many years in the confines of Tartarus with Lilith, and she'd helped him slowly increase his immunities against the poisons known to demonkind by slowly introducing him to each one, not wanting any of her enemies to take her beloved friend from her.
The fact that Katrina wasn't concerned about harming me had me most concerned. Even if she were in the right state of mind and just angered by my supposed betrayal, she'd still protect me with her life. It's just who she was. Whatever was attacking her mind had complete control over her, taking every bit of who she was and turning it off, as if the Katrina, I know, didn't exist.
I could hear the sound of footsteps thundering down the hall, concerned or intrigued students rushing to discover the noise echoing down the hall. They'd be onto us soon, and if they saw us, they'd all know Katrina's secret that she wasn't descended from the gods and that the blood of a demon coursed through her body. I close my eyes, focusing on our dormitory, and pray to the stars that Katrina's thrashing won't throw us off course.
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