From the Ashes

27

"'She was not fragile like a
Flower
She was fragile like a
Bomb'"

- Unknown

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The enemy of my enemy is my friend.

That's what Lovota kept reminding herself. The moment she was out of this mountain, these 'friends' would simply develop into her enemies. That's the rule of life, down on earth. Fight or be beaten, kill or be killed.

She didn't care how much trust they put in her know, she's a caged wolf, of course she's going to act tame and make them think their the hand signals she listens to.

Besides, most people she came across that acted trustworthy, always showed their true colours when they realise who she was.

The Queen of the Hellhounds.

Grasping the door handle, Lovota knew that they'd survive without her standing watch. Besides, what were she to do if someone did walk in? No one gave her a weapon, and she was storing her energy.

Padding down the quiet hallway, she curled her dirty blonde strands around her fingers, acting shy and reserved.

Noticing the cameras bleeding red eye from the corner of her eye, she continued down the hallway. Those that met her state seemed to smile innocently at the girl.

This place was a cluster of mazes intertwining themselves behind different doors.

"Excuse me," Lovota asked, pulling on a soldiers sleeve as they walked past her.

Bowing her head so that her hair fell slightly over her face, Lovota worked to put on a feminine voice. Holding her breathe, she thought of her betrothed.

Angered at the idea of him, she felt heat flush to her cheek, as she fluttered her eyes to play it off as nervousness.

For once, he had come in handy.

"Could you point me in the direction of Dante- erm, President Wallace's office..."

"Why?" The soldier asked, wearily.

"I'm his granddaughter, he was wondering if I could go get his art supplies so that we could paint together," Lovota smiled, looking up at the soldier with tired, weakened eyes,"I have been sick for so long, I cannot remember the last time I walked these halls."

Sighing, he looked at the girls eyes and felt he saw President Wallace's eyes in her own. Both had that traumatic blue sheen to them, except hers were younger but more ill.

"Fine," the soldier agreed, knowing that there were soldiers situated at the doors, so if she isn't who she said she is, they'd take care of her.

Pulling out a device, the soldier outlines the quickest route for Lovota to take from where they were to get to Dante's office.

"Avoid the dinning room," the soldier warned.

"Why?" Lovota wandered.

"There's..." the soldier wondered, thinking of an easy lie,"cleaning, happening in there."

"Thank you," she smiled, grasping the soldiers upper arm and meeting his gaze,"I owe you one."

Plastering a kiss on to the side of the young mans cheek, Lovota bit her tongue to hold back the bile curdling in her stomach.

Pulling away, she took a step back and waved shyly, before walking down the corridor. Clenched in her hand, held against her chest, was his ID card.