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Demonia sighed as she sat on her bed, Cyrius right along side her. She wore her normal rag clothes, a blanket over her shoulders as she nursed some mysterious hot elixir in a wide mug in her hand. Cyrius placed his hand on her knee as he softly spoke to her.

"Why do you stay?"

"I cannot go Cyrius, you know that." Demonia sighed again, taking a careful sip from her cup.

"He would have killed you Demonia"

"It is not the first time he has tried Cyrius; besides, he did that to embarrass me." Demonia stated detachly, sitting the mug on her dirt floor between her feet.

Cyrius then stood, his muscles rippling underneath his shirt as he straighten up. Being in the army served his body well as every muscle was defined in his well tanned body. He was tall, standing well at 6"2 with thigh length golden hair. His eyes were also a gold color, the combo with his hair giving the illusion of a gentle angel upon looking at his chiseled features. The only feature that destroyed the perfect balance was his harden mouth, it a small mount of dark, desirable pleasure.
His gaze fell on his cousin as she sat in her self pity, his mouth set in a mean scowl. His eyes followed the suit as his next words followed:

"Dont play the pity game if you're not going to at least try to fight back."

Demonia eyes grew hostile as she stood too, her smaller body standing as graceful as her cousin. She snatched the blanket off her back, shoving it into his hands as she walked a few steps from him with her back turned.

"Do you take me for a fool? Of course ive tried to fight back! Ive fought back countless of times; Ive fought back in the past, I fought back this last time, and I will fight back the next time. How the f*ck am I suppose to fight back a powerhouse?!"

"He is not as powerful as you are Demonia..." Cyruis started before she cut him off.

"He is ruthless Cyrius, and you know it. No, he may not be as powerful, but he is sick. The b*stard is beyond sick. I understand why he is here in Hell."

"D, You are not helpless as you make yourself out to be" Cyrius exasperated, walking over to his frustrated cousin. He gently pulled at her forearm to turn her back around to face him.

Demonia snatched herself out of his hands angrily, walking steps further away from him as she kept her back turned.

"Cyrius, I have no one that is trying to help me get out of this. My father is making me stay with this man when I dont want to; what more can I do. Everyone watch this man hurt me, humiliate me, degrade me, but they just turn blind eyes because no one wants to go against him. I have no one Cy." Demonia admitted to him with a small voice, her body going still.

Cyrius grabbed her then, roughly turning her to face him by her shoulder. She looked up at him, her big red orbs swimming in a pool of her own tears. She looked at him with those mean eyes as he pulled her towards him, and into his embrace.

"D, you have me; you have always had me and you know this. I will do anything for you, why do you fight me?" He whispered to her as he stroked her hair gently.
Demonia visibly grew tense against him, but allowed him to hold her. Her next words came out as strong as her voice allowed it to be.

"Because you have your own hidden agenda too; stop trying to bullsh*t me Cy and get off me perv." Demonia spoke against him.

Cyrius gave a abrupt burst of laughter, it escaping easily through his perfect, sensual lips. The laugh was joyous yet sinister. He tighten his arm around her lithe frame as he bent down towards her ear, using his other hand to push her hair away.

"Little one, you need me more than I need you." he promised darkly, purposely pressing his body on hers.

Suddenly, Demonia's door swung open violently, a voice soon to follow it.

"DEMONIA!" it yelled angrily.

to be continued....