Chapter Twenty One: "Surrounded by idiots"

Aradia Smith.

I look around and I'm surrounded by beings with black eyes like me. They look at me knowing who's boss here and that makes me smile and I begin to feel powerful just standing in front of them. My movements are confident and I move with ease with the clothes I have put on before reaching the abandoned warehouse, awaiting my arrival.

The place is dark and it could be said that even tenebrous, but not for us. We are all similar to this place: lonely people, with dark secrets, things that no one else has seen, and these walls have witnessed all those bad times when humanity has been cruel, evil.

Even though I have all those bad memories in my head, I can't think of anything other than Alex. In what happened between us more than two hours ago. I close my eyes and I see him, I see his face, how he bit his lip while I caressed his chest, how a growl came out of his throat when I brought my hips closer to his. All of that attacks my mind and makes me feel a little guilty; I am using him for my pleasure.

If I were a normal and ordinary demon that would not happen to me, on the contrary, I think I would even come to like that situation, but having Karla's part inside my consciousness makes that feel like a kick in the ass. With a quick movement of the head, I push that angel with colored eyes out of my mind and focus on what I am doing.

"Are you sure this is the famous Karla?" I hear some stupid guy talking without permission.

Moron.

"Of course it's me, you idiot." My voice sounds like a roar and as if I'm the leader of the pack, everyone looks down at the ground; Which makes me feel powerful. "And my name is Aradia. Karla is disconnected, for now."

I see some of them frowning but I don't plan to give them more information so I turn around and head to the small makeshift table and sip on a clear liquid. If I want to stay in command, I have to fry Karla and I do that with alcohol.

"We heard you were with the little angel," says another stupid demon boldly.

"Oh, yeah? "I say as I hold the glass in my hands, watching the liquid inside it spin and stir.

"Yes, the sources are quite reliable."

A few seconds pass while I am still enraptured watching the liquid spin in the glass. Slowly, I look at where that voice came from. The guy is no taller than five feet, blond hair covering his eyes, and I would swear I had already killed him, but at the end of the day demons are like cockroaches; they never die permanently.

When his eyes make contact with mine I can see the fear he is trying to hide and that makes me smile cynically. I look at the glass again and in one quick movement, I throw it with all my might.

The glass shatters on his forehead and blood begins to gush from the wound. The others step aside when I start to move, creating a dead-end for this unwelcome demon to receive his punishment. The demon takes a few steps back with fear and when I speak to him I do so just a few inches from his face contracted by fear.

"Listen to me, you fucking moron. I don't care what your sources say, okay? "I say through clenched teeth. " I am the owner of my actions and no one, absolutely no one, is going to tell me otherwise. And less a demon of crosses like you understood!? "The last thing I shout I direct my words to the other crestfallen demons: " Is someone else going to tell me how I have to do things or can we continue!?"

Silence spreads over our heads like a thick fog and that is my signal to continue speaking on the subject for which we cannot find a solution. Ideas do not come to the surface and at no time does someone say what he is thinking, which makes it more complicated. I sip the contents of the new glass as I devise the master plan that will set us free at last when Aaron's irritating voice echoes through the warehouse.

"Okay, guys. What's the plan?"

"What if we call the Lord?" Says another idiot.

I'm surrounded by idiots.

"We don't have to call him every time we don't find a way on the first try. You have to have initiative. ”I fill another glass and frown thoughtfully.

What can we do?

"Okay, let's do this," I say determinedly, and a proud smile spreads across my face.