Marcus's POV:

I'm walking up the stairs to the top of the building. To the office no one would voluntarily go to.

 I was called into Diaboli's office. 

He very very rarely comes out, and only requests someone's presence when it is important. I haven't got a bloody clue what  he wants, but it can't be good. It never is. Me, a 6"2 scary looking dude, so I've been told, is trembling to my core. I've spoken to the Boss before. But never directly. 

I finally reach the two black oak doors. Some among the pack call it the 'Doors of Death'. I mentally roll my eyes at the thought, but really, it sounds about right in person.  Thinking back, one guy, who was called to his office, came out of there so battered and traumatised, he ended up killing himself before anyone actually found out what happened.  

I ready myself to enter, praying to the Azuron Goddess that I come out unharmed in one piece. I raise my fisted hand to the door. I knock on it gently, but hard enough for him to hear. The door slowly and silently rolls open, horror movie style. His freakishly tall figure, facing away from the door, doesn't move an inch. His deep resounding voice comes from inside.

Diaboli: Ah, Marcus. I've been waiting for you. Come in.

His voice was steady and emotionless. It was impossible for anyone, let alone me, to tell what kind of a mood he was in, which made me even more nervous. A few words alone from this man was enough to turn the hottest thing ever, ice-cold. I stepped into his office obediently. Before I could approach his desk anymore, his voice, now sounding slightly more cold, says,

Diaboli: The door. Close it.

It was more of a command than a question. And I found myself unable to resist, not that I would dare try and do so anyway. I immediately shut the door, before walking and standing in front of his desk, waiting for him to speak, growing apprehensive by the second. He turned around and a shocked gasp slipped through my lips. He was around 6"7 tall, jawline crazy defined, and not one visible part of his body without pure muscle. His Biceps and Torso pressed up against his pure black suit, and Jet black hair perfectly gelled, and styled to one side. His voice pulled me out of a trance and I gulped.

Diaboli: Something to say?.......

A Few hours earlier: Diaboli's POV:

I was standing in my office facing the window. My right hand man in the pack, the only one I speak to often, the only one I can trust with my life, has just told me about some concerning events that happened a day ago.

When something happens, I expect to be told immediately. Especially when it concerns HER.

HER. The girl that we use as a slave, and house maid. Alaia. Even her name aggravates me. She has put me through more trouble than she knows.

Apparently, she got into a fight, with one of the female Shifters, Rose or something like that. From what Jason -my right hand man- told me, she knocked Rose to the floor, and broke her nose, without touching her. I'll be honest, I basically lost it  when that happened. I ended up force shifting in my office, and having to go for a run outside. I ran for an hour, in my huge pure black Leopard form, through the Underealm, just sprinting headfirst around in the emptiness, uncaring towards distant growls that most likely came from a Rat-shark. Beastly, hideous creatures. Sounds that should bother me, but due to my distrait manner, I was just letting off steam, oblivious. 

Eventually I calmed down and returned to my office. I got the main man in charge of Alaia to come to my office. If Alaia really did manage to hurt Rose that badly, with the amount of energy she had in her, that was bad. Very fucking bad. Her abilities were coming through and she didn't even fully realise what was happening. She was convinced that, like she was constantly told, she was just a freak. Stupid Thing. My assumptions were right, when Jason confirmed with me, that he did indeed see a glimpse of her eyes change colour, and start swirling multicoloured in the heat of the moment.

The safety precautions of keeping her from shifting so she doesn't see her fur were no longer effective. I stood in my office, facing the window, silently seething, waiting patiently for Marcus to arrive. I knew as soon as he arrived. I could hear his rapid heart beat, as soon as he got to the top of the corridor, and his slow steps. I listened to his nervous mutters, and his hesitation when he reached my double doors. He entered after a while.

I spoke to Marcus slow and steady, and could practically feel his anxiety. I turned around and approached him. He craned his neck and looked up at me. I heard his gasp when he saw my face.

Diaboli: Something to say???

He gulped, and his clear fear gave me satisfaction, but I didn't show it, I then started speaking to him, getting straight to the point,

Diaboli: A little bird, told me that there was an incident yesterday, involving Her.

Marcus had started sweating. If he didn't know what he was called for before, he definitely does now. I carry on speaking, I could hear the anger noticeably growing in my voice as I spoke, but I didn't care, this thicko needed to learn.

Diaboli: How the Fuck was Alaia able to knock Rose off her feet, effortlessly, and no one stopped it? Your MAIN JOB, is to prevent her, from discovering her abilities, and what she can do. She's not stupid Marcus! If she connects the dots, and figures out where she's from, which WILL happen eventually if you carry in like this, we're OVER!

I was fuming. The Dark magic was coursing through my veins, colouring them black, and my voice was becoming deep and distorted. Marcus was literally trembling, and couldn't form his words properly. His voice cracked, and words stuttered and came out as whispers.

Weak

That's what he was.

Diaboli: Your WEAK

I screamed. I took a deep breath and spoke to him again,

Diaboli: Alaia's abilities are coming through sooner than we thought. If she finds out what she can do, or ONE. MORE. THING. Happens, I will personally snap each of your limbs until you die from blood loss. I went through too much trouble for that thing, I have lost too much for that thing, DO you understand?

I looked at him with clear disgust, as he attempted to speak, but words didn't come out. He opened and closed his mouth like a damn fish, and in the end just vigorously nodded his head. I kicked open the door. I raised my leg again and kicked Marcus in his chest with full force, he flew back out of the door and into the hallway. The last thing I saw before slamming the door closed again, was the print of my huge leather boot, on his White t-shirt.

After a few minutes, as he was most likely recovering from the impact, I heard his scampering footsteps, as he darted down the corridor. I shook my head at the whole situation. The Black colour in my veins had faded away now, and I felt in my gut the toll it took on me. The magic I possess is Dark Magic. Despite it being strong and effective when dealing with... inconveniences, it isn't pleasant. Each time I use it, it takes a snippet of my soul. At this point i'm surprised I haven't just combusted. Because personally, I don't have any soul left, at least, that is how it feels. 

Drowning in my sorrows and contemplating life wasn't for me, so I called the only person I actually liked speaking to in this godforsaken place. Jason, some call it their 'Brother from another mother', and it is true. When he arrived in my office he already knew what kind of mood I was in. That's why when he stepped in and dramatically unveiled a bottle of Balkan 176 Vodka, a rare smirk, that was not the result of someones torture, appeared on my face. Jason closed the door and sauntered towards me. He opened the glass cabinet against the wall and produced the two intricate glasses.  He set them on the table and looked up at me,

Jason:  Straight, or Coke?

Straight away I responded,

Dioboli: Neat

Jason: Damn it's been that bad?  Alright Man

He poured two drinks and we both sipped it as we spoke. I explained the whole situation to him, and he listened. He only spoke and cut me off when I mentioned Alaias fight,

Jason: There's something I forgot to tell you man. Recently, Rose has been having it out with Alaia, proper being a right dickhead, as she was told to, but she's going too far.  Alaia is getting braver and more sick of her antics, more likely to fight back or snap back in every encounter. And that's not all.

He dropped his voice to a lower, quieter tone, and it made me uneasy. When Jason, the prankster and easy going guy, starts being serious, you know its important.

Jason: I heard her on the phone the other day, she was speaking to someone, I didn't catch their name or the whole conversation, but  She was mentioned multiple times. I didn't hear the whole conversation though, sorry. 

Diaboli went silent and nodded his head at all the information he was processing. He knew in his gut that something was coming, something was going to happen, and he needed to be careful. Really Careful..

~To Be Continued~