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Disillusion: Chapter 6
Sahayra couldn’t look away from the blazing intensity of Damian’s gaze. The cold fury in him seemed to bring something within the depths of his eyes to life. She could see it stir just behind the smoky gray. “I-I don’t know Damian. I didn’t know…” She bit her bottom lip in despair, “I’m so sorry. I had no idea…”
“No. You didn’t.” The sudden curt voice cut her away from his thoughts he had so freely shared with her a moment ago. She watched helplessly and with a small sense of frustration as she saw his eyes start to lose its raw intensity, once again closing himself in the iron fist of self-control that had dominated his life.
“Damian, please don’t…”
Her heart plummeted as she saw him calming, his face slowly returning to the passive stoic expression. The one he always hid behind.
Damian took a calming breath, before speaking in a low tone, “Don’t what?”
“Don’t close yourself away again…”
He instantly became wary, “What do you mean?”
She bit her lip uncertainly before replying, carefully watching him, gauging his reaction, “You always hide behind a calm face when I know your emotions wreck havoc within your layers of control. It may be good for some situations, but holding them back for as long as you did…I don’t think you can do this for much longer. Please, just once, let them go. Lose control of your emotions just once. You need the break…I know you do.”
Sahayra didn’t know what she was expecting, but it was not what happened next. At her words, it seemed as if a steel, impenetrable wall had slammed down in his eyes and his entire mind. She was more shut out than ever. Damian got smoothly to his feet, “You don’t know shit about who I am, and why I do what I do. You don’t have the right to advise me on what I should and should not do.” With that, he left.
Stupid. Punch.
Stupid. Roundhouse kick.
Stupid. Fierce backhand.
Fucking hell! With one last punch and a roar, he sent the heavy cylinder flying across the room, loosened from its hook, and crashing against the far wall.
The bitch. Who does she think she is, barging into his life and pretending to sympathize with him? Half-blood be damned. Elf blood is still elf blood.
She’s right you know, Rakshin.
“Shut up!” He snarled at the nagging voice in his head that always decided to pop in at inconvenient times to annoy him. Like now.
Listen to reason. She is reason. She is not what and who she seems to be.
“Whatever.” He growled, sinking down onto a couch in the corner of the room and leaned forward, burying his hands in his hair, clenching tightly.
Apologize.
“Damn it.” He swore. He was never going to apologize to an elf. No way in hell. But as he got to his feet, he had to work at extinguishing the small sense of guilt that was pulling at his chest. Elves didn’t deserve respect. Much less apologies.
“Damian. Hi…” Her voice trailed off as she saw the look of determination on his face as he came to a stop in front of her, simply looking down at her. “A-Are you okay?” She asked tentatively.
Damian was still I his street clothes, making Sahayra feel quite exposed standing there under his close inspection with only a thin layer covering her body.
He seemed to brace himself as he captured her under his smoky gaze. To Sahayra’s complete and utter surprise, he slowly raised a hand to touch her cheek. After hesitating for another beat, he took a breath and said softly, “I’m sorry.” Those two words caused shock to bloom up within her. Damian was apologizing?
He moved the hand touching her cheek slightly to put a thumb on her lips to stop the words she wanted to say from escaping, “Please, just let me get this out.”
The gentleness of his voice made Sahayra shiver. If he showed this side of himself more often, he would have many female friends by now. Sahayra wondered dimly, as Damian took another breath to continue, whether this was the man Angelina had fallen in love with all those years ago.
“I’m sorry for what I said to you just then. I…I guess I was angry at myself for allowing myself to relive the memories I had sworn to myself never to revisit again. I know you’re only trying to help. God knows many people have tried. But even Mike can’t do much.”
Sahayra didn’t know what to say. A moment ago she was wishing he could come to his senses. The next, he was in the room, doing exactly what she wanted. It was as if he had read her mind.
When she didn’t say anything, Damian smiled slightly, his face softening as he continued, “I’ll say it again, I’m sorry. You meant well.” His fingers brushed her cheek as they slid from her hair. “Sleep well, elf.” With that, he left as quietly as he had come.
It was ten at night when Mike came bursting through the front door of Damian’s flat, slamming it behind him. Damian jerked and was on his feet before Sahayra could react. “Sahayra, come here. I need to ask you something.” The urgency in Mike’s voice finally got Sahayra to her feet.
“What is it?” Both Sahayra and Damian said at the same time. The coincidental synchronization was lost in the sudden tension that filled the air as Mike strode across the room towards where Damian and Sahayra stood.
“What’s your last name?”
Bewildered, Sahayra answered, “Tellemnar…Mike, what’s this all about?”
“I’ll tell you later, I just need to know a few things. Did anything strange happen right after you arrived on this realm?”
“N-No…nothing besides making the people hurting Damian go away.”
“How did you make them go away?”
“I-I don’t know…There was a bright light...that shot out from my hands…I don’t know how I did it.”
Mike swore savagely, his expression turning bleak. “Wait here.” He left in the direction of Damian’s bookroom. The two left, slightly stunned, in the living room had barely enough time to exchange confused looks before Mike came charging back with a heavy-looking volume in his hand.
“Look, right here.” Mike had dumped the book onto the coffee table and riffled to a page filled with indecipherable symbols. Sahayra and Damian edged closer to look down at the lined Mike was pointing at.
“What are we supposed to be looking at?”
He made an impatient sound and started reading, “The world will change when the demon rises. Hell will rise with it. The world will be beyond hope. Only when an ethereal being (Eve) and a living corpse come together in unity will the world be saved.” Mike looked up after he finished, “Do you know what your name is when translated to English?”
“No…”
“Evelyn.”
Damian scoffed at this, “Evelyn has nothing to do with Eve.”
Mike gave him a look, “Just take away the “lyn” and we’ll have our very own Eve, Ty.”
Damian snarled, “Don’t call me Ty.”
“Damian then.”
Sahayra was confused, what did “Ty” mean and why did Mike call Damian that? Was there something she didn’t know?
“Wait…are you saying that I’m the ‘ethereal being’ in that…prophecy…book thing?” Sahayra spoke up when both men kept glaring at each other.
Mike looked at Sahayra, “Yes.”
“How do you know?”
Mike ran a hand through his hair in agitation, “The days I’ve been away, have been spent researching. On you. I wanted to know why you were suddenly exiled to this realm when the elves haven’t exiled anyone in a hundred years.”
Shock went through Sahayra at Mike’s words, “They haven’t?” Lord, they must hate me.
Damian growled, “Typical.”
“They haven’t. But after reading this prophecy, it suddenly makes sense. You came here because it was prophesized. Sahayra—Evelyn, you’re the savior of our world.” Mike’s eyes took on a triumphant gleam.
All the while, Sahayra was backing away from both men, shaking her head. Her? A savior? No way!
As if voicing her thoughts, Damian burst out, “Damn it! Sahayra can’t even save herself, how can she be the savior of the world? Mike, what the hell’s wrong with you?”
“You have to believe me. I saw a guy while I was away. He knew you were here, Evelyn. He saw you here when I didn’t tell him. He can’t read minds, if that’s what you’re thinking. He also saw you fighting for your life.”
“N-No…it can’t be. Stop calling me Evelyn! I’m nothing important! I can’t save the world!” She protested, desperately now that Mike was getting more and more excited by the moment. Doesn’t he get it??
“Yes you can! Damian knows too.”
“What?” Sahayra turned to Damian, betrayal flaring through her.
Damian look inscrutable for a long while before he sighed in defeat, “I knew you had a major power thing going on, but nothing like this.” He shot a heated look at Mike.
“I have a ‘major power thing going on’?? What is that supposed to mean? I’m just an elf, elves don’t have any ‘major power things’!” She was starting to get panicky. Something warm stirred within her. “I don’t have any power! I can’t do this!” The warmth started heating up, rising to the surface of her skin.
Mike and Damian’s eyes both widened at what they saw, “Sahayra, calm down.” Damian spoke, his voice deep and commanding.
“I am calm! You two are the one being completely insane!” Her fists clenched.
“Sahayra! Don’t, please control yourself.” Mike suddenly looked frightened.
Her panic went out of control as she thought of all the dangers she had to go through if she really did have to save the world. She was just a lowly elf! She can’t take on such a big responsibility! If she failed, billions of people would die because of her! Oh God! “No!” She shouted as scorching heat burst out from her body, drowning the entire room with light.
Everything went white.
