• Caleb was furious, no, he was worse. Malcolm had walked into the aura of a death pit. He was there to get advice from Reverie. This was the 134th time him and Arielle had split up. Knowing her she probably had another human in her bed right now.

    He was too deep in thought to realize the heavy aura of the mansion before he got too close. As soon as he sensed it he knew he would not find Reverie here.

    But Malcolm could not turn back. Now the aura was drawing him in. He opened the door.

    There was Caleb. He didn’t look up or even open his eyes. He just sat there in the middle of the hallway on a rocking chair, unmoving.

    Malcolm didn’t dare open his mouth the door shut and all was silent. Caleb’s hair was slowly shifting around as if a breeze was blowing, Yet it was impossible, they were inside a marble house. Then Caleb lifted one eyelid revealing sharp sterling silver. He slowly tilted his head upwards. The moon from the ceiling window glinted on a neck length silver chain earring with a small onyx on the end, hanging from his right earlobe. A leather vest and pants with no shoes and an onyx toe ring rimmed with silver on the second toe of his left foot. He was a demon, in all sense of the word. His diamond skin was luminescent.

    Then there was the look in his eyes as he lifted the left eyelid to match the right. It was the pure emotion that came over Malcolm as he caught Caleb’s eye. Malcolm fell down gasping clutching his chest. This is what he’s going through. Pure agony. Then he thought back to when she had awoken. This emotion was bad. But that time, that time it had been much worse. You wanted to rip your brain and heart out feeling that sort of agony.

    “She’s not here, she’s with Arielle.”

    Malcolm nodded he got up still gasping.

    “I don’t need your pity.”

    Malcolm flinched feeling the force in Caleb’s glare as the words came from his mouth.

    “Are you going to-”

    “Bring her back, don’t make me laugh” but as Caleb answered Malcolm’s unfinished question, Caleb sounded as if laughing was the last thing on his mind. From what Malcolm still felt inside himself, yes, he knew Caleb was very far from laughing.

    “I’m staying” Malcolm knew even if Caleb wouldn’t admit it, Reverie leaving was slowly killing Caleb from the inside.

    “What about work?”

    “I’ll call in make up some excuse or another.”

    “Malcolm you’re a CEO.”

    “Have you had any feedings lately?” Malcolm asked, dodging the statement. He’d been working there for over 60 years in different parts of the world and before that they were good without him.

    Caleb turned around and smirked.

    “She’s only been gone 17 hours. It’s not like she’s something I can’t live without.” But they both knew, even as the words came from Caleb’s lips, that this statement was very much a complete lie.