Thread: LoD 4: Camp Pheonix ((Late Teens to Mature))

Malina glared at him. The hate in her eyes would almost match his, if not for the fear. "Bite me." She snapped.

"You think I'm above that right now?" I bared my teeth which actually looked a bit vampiric.

"Hades will have your soul either way. Then again you've stained it with blood already so what do you care? One other thing that you'll be losing is her."

I pointed to the little girl.

"She can't see whats really happening here. She's blinded by the mist, and at such a young age it won't be hard to have it erase her memories of you. You tortured three children, and killed two. You're have no right to a fourth chance."

Mariah whimpered, staring at Jericho with frightened curiosity.

Malina hissed. Actually hissed. "The others weren't my fault. Satan possessed and corrupted them. I was trying to beat the Devil out. Mariah is good, and you will not touch her."

"Such a fool. You met a god. There is no devil. Its Greek. Excuses comparable to a child. if any was possessed by evil it was you."

Shadow began to envelop the little girl the same way they had when Orion wiped Isaac's mind.

"Closest you got is Hades, and as terrible of a father as he is at times. He is no devil."

Mariah made a little cry of fear, and Malina stared at her in horror.

"I'll take my leave now. She'll be gone from your life, and have her own soon enough. You on the other hand shall be cursed. Oh and that uncle Ellie mentioned. I already gave him to the Harpies. I made sure they knew of his favorite past times. They tend to like to entertain their guests before eating them."

I moaned and rubbed my head as I managed to reenter conciousness. I'd collapsed out of sheer emotional exhaustion right outside Jericho's house.

Poof!

I turned my head, and there, right next to me was the little-girl I'd seen with Mother in Brighton. She was crying.

I was wary, but my instincts as a female refused to just sit there and let a child cry. "Are you okay?"

The girl sniffled and rubbed her eyes before looking-up at me.

"And that would be that. I'll tell Ellie you said hi." I said before vanishing the same way I arrived.

Zariant growled at Malina before vanishing too.

"What's wrong?"

"A-A guy came to my house. He was mean to my Momma. They yelled. And now I'm here."

She looked so small and scared. I just couldn't let her cry. Gently, I stroked her hair, trying to soothe her. "It's okay. I'm Ellie. What's your name?"

"Mariah."

(her memory should start fading around now)

I came back home landing in the back yard. I had let my rage consume me back there. I felt vile, and wanted to hurl as though it would expunge my cruelty. Instead I just fell to my knee and quaked in fear of what I had become in that moment of anger.

I heard something behind the house, and headed around to see what was up, Mariah cautiously following me. When I saw Jericho, I motioned to Mariah to stay where she was, and approached him. Hesitantly, I knelt-down beside him and wrapped my arms gingerly around him in an attempt to soothe him. "Jer? Baby, what's wrong? Talk to me."

((Work with me here. I feel like the poor boy needs a hug))

"I...I don't even...I'm sorry I had to..."

I could barely move so I made no resistance to Ellie hugging me. At this point It was a welcome gesture that let me know I was still here.

((This is making me think of Animal I Have Become))

I hated seeing Jericho upset, but I forced myself to stay calm and collected. I had a feeling Jericho needed that from me right about now. Being careful not to jostle him too much, I crawled into his lap and held onto him. Lightly, I pulled his head down slightly -so it was closer to the level of mine- and gently petted his hair.

"Shh, shh. It's okay. You don't have to be sorry."

((She's just trying to comfort him, and touch is the only way she knows how.))

"I did it... I'm the one who did it... I am..."

I stopped breathing for a second trying to get a full sentence out.

"I attacked your mother..."

My eyes widened in shock. I definitely wasn't expecting that, but I could roll with it.

"Oh." I said quietly. Suddenly, I realized why he must be upset. Jericho hated when he attacked people. It made him feel bad about himself.

Humming him a vague little tune, I kissed him on the forehead. "It's okay, I'm here, I love you."