To His Hell and Back-Chapter 129: My Sister, Not-II

Long silver haired man, the odd color of that bright golden eyes and the quirked up smile that felt serene yet at the same time deadlier than Cassius’s usual malicious grin. This man is the same man who she had seen fought with her mother. The man she had recalled to order his people to drown her into the lake. It was the same man!! But how could this be? She remembered she was far too young when it happened, thus the man’s face should have looked older yet what is this? Why is it that he looks exactly the same as she had remembered? It was as if time doesn’t affect him.

Cassius who stood in front of her seemed to smile and she could tell how he was also studying Morpheus but at the same time he seems to be puzzling how he was related to her. He turned to her slightly, "I didn’t know that you’re acquainted with another man birdie. Oh how sad am I."

But his tone wasn’t sad rather she could see the irk he felt as Morpheus had spoken to her in such an amiable tone.

"I don’t know him," she answered, hoping he would believe and though she expected him to ask her more questions, she saw Cassius who nods.

"As I thought. He must have been your stalker," and turning back to Morpheus, he quirked a grin, "So sure that I would die if I fight against you, don’t you Mister stalker?"

Morpheus furrowed his eyebrows, unable to understand why he was called a stalker but Cassius continued, "My birdie doesn’t want to come with you. Now spell out where her sister is and perhaps I will grant you an easier death."

Morpheus smile appeared but it was grim, he didn’t like vampires and it was obvious since from the start even when he had pretended to be Ariel there was that sharp murderous glance he had given towards him. It seems that his hatred ran too deep that he couldn’t even hold back when it comes to pretending to be someone else in such an important mission.

Or perhaps he didn’t think that he needed to bother at all.

After all Morpheus proved to have more tricks than what he seems. His voice was magnetic, deluding Arabella who would usually have a strong front in her mind to almost walk against her own will. He was also good at pretending to be someone else without showing even a single flaw. If it wasn’t for his presence perhaps his birdie would have trusted Morpheus as Ariel for a very long time and even left this place thinking him as Ariel, following blindly to his trap. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

The last question was why. Why is it his birdie that this man seems to be interested in?

All of a sudden Aunt Genevieve’s words rang in his head. How she had said she had "seen" Arabella decades ago and how she looks so similar that it was as though time doesn’t affect her.

He should have suspected Arabella by now, suspecting her real intention and suspecting whether she was ever speaking the truth. She could be sent by someone else so he would be enamored by her charms and if that was the case they have been successful.

But Arabella’s face that was at a loss, her eyes that felt with fear as she worry about her sister and anger against Morpheus was so raw that he could tell she had uttered no lies. She hadn’t pretend to be someone else she isn’t which meant either Arabella was truly unaware of everything or perhaps she never knew who she really was.

"Seems like your brain is trying to figure out something you can’t comprehend," Morpheus sang and Cassius who had just came to his own conclusion chuckled.

"It’s annoying when people try to read your mind and action," he answered as he reached out his hand and a black blob of liquid that pooled underneath his feet suddenly defies gravity and moved upward to his hand. The black liquid hugged Cassius’s palm, turning over his fingers and the hardened into a sword hilt and a sharp long thin blade. The liquid suddenly stopped all its movements, turning into a glimmering silver sword which made Morpheus to look at it with a faint frown.

"Isn’t that silver little crown prince?" Morpheus pointed out, "Don’t you fear that you will get hurt touching silver with your bare palms?"

"Now now. I haven’t gotten so weak to the point that my enemy have to worry about me, do I?" Cassius rolled his eyes, "How about you start speaking so you don’t have to waste both of our time now?"

"Speak?" Morpheus questioned, his expression seemed to be so innocent as he asked Cassius, "But what should I speak about?"

"The reason why you wish to get close to my birdie perhaps?" Cassius’s smile turned icy as he looked at Morpheus. "Or perhaps what you have been planning by kidnapping her sister?"

"I didn’t kidnap Ariel," Morpheus sighed softly, his golden eyes moving and stopping at Bella who had looked at him back in disgust. "She did came to my side knowing how it was more beneficial. After all she was simply going back to where she truly belongs and that includes Arabella."

"Where she truly belongs," hummed Cassius, "So are you a part of her family then?" He chuckled dryly, "Because you’re speaking like a father who is about to pick up his daughter from a Sunday Lesson."

"No, no," Morpheus schooled him, "Indeed you’re correct I am not a part of her family but I should be soon."

And at this the smile on Cassius’s lips slipped and his crimson eyes burned. His expression turned rigid as he heard Morpheus’s next words to his ears, "Since that has always been the plan from long ago."

"What the hell are you spouting?" Arabella who couldn’t hear their quirky exchange anymore cut through the conversation, holding to her fists tightly, "I don’t remember ever having a family member like you."

"No, Arabella," Morpheus’s voice was as sweet as honey as he spread his arms to the sky and then placing his right hand to his chest, his smile wide, his cheeks flushed like a young girl in love, his expression that looked serene almost turned crazed as his eyes melted in what seems like a deep obsession, "I’m not a part of your family yet, but that’s no way to speak to your future husband is it?"

And that was it. Arabella saw how quick Cassius’s anger crackled above him and how his body moved in a blink of an eye right behind Morpheus, his blade pressed on the silver haired man’s neck as he cursed, "How fucking dare you."