Angel of my Dark Heart [Last Days 1.5]

Chapter 10

Ireland,
Present time

"Isn't this a sight to behold. My daughter laying naked with a human in the middle of nowhere."

The guttural voice snapped Tara out of her light sleep and the comfiness of Marcus' chest- it wasn't so much the tone what had woken her but the newcomer's stifling dark aura. Her bright red orbs wandered into the foggy forest until they landed upon a figure enveloped by mist.

Three pairs of horns, a thin harpoon-tip tail like hers, and two big bat wings greeted her as its owner watched her from afar.

"I thought I had taught you better, r'graití. You know laying with humans affects your magic."

A low guttural sound started in Tara's throat as her eyes narrowed and she slipped away from Marcus. The man stirred in time to watch her manifest a black sleeveless dress with matching leather corset to cover her nakedness.

"You don't have the right to come and tell me what to do, not after what you did to mom!" Tara's blood began to heat once again, causing the nearby mist to dissipate. This time, though, she didn't bother to control it. "How did you find me anyway?"

Her father's eerie white irises fell upon Marcus and a smirk curved his lips, the forest around them darkening in response. "How else, yeara remir? Your dear mortal helped me."

The Italian stiffened as the weight of the stares crashed over him and he scrambled to his feet, using his shirt to cover his manly bits. "I... I thought... Do you hate each other?"

Tara's face imitated a detach ice sculpture, so it was Marcus' disembodied-voice-now-corporeal friend the one who answered. "She is the one holding a grudge for something I never did." He sighed deeply. "Despite the popular opinion about my heart, I do want to reconnect with my daughter."

Marcus, who had managed to tie his shirt around his waist like a loincloth, froze at that bit of information and his dark gaze landed over his witch. The ice appeared to melt from her features giving way for dancing hell flames in the depths of her eyes as she faced her father.

"Hell will freeze over before I reconnect with you!" Tara spat venomously at the demon and, taking a deep breath, turned to her lover. "And you, how could you?" she said in a low, calm tone, but her rigid muscles and flaming eyes betrayed her true feelings.

"Tara, please, try to understand me. You told me not to search for you anymore and dumped me at Vergil's place. I was desperate and he seemed to know you from birth," Marcus pointed at the dark creature, who watched the whole exchange with a bemuse smile on his lips as if he was greatly enjoying their show. "I only wanted to see you again."

"So, you made a pact with a demon?"

Cold dread ran down his back as she confirmed his earlier suspicions. His head went back and forth from the alleged demon and its daughter. "But... I thought you were a witch. What are you exactly, Tara?"

She watched him with a pained expression before the feeling wash away from her perfect face and she lifted her chin in defiance. "A hybrid. I'm the daughter of a witch and her patron demon." Gesturing at the hellspawn that now stood closer with a flick of her wrist, she continued, "My father is none other than Lucifer's firstborn."

If the mobster could get any paler, he would be a corpse. "Lucifer as in..."

"The Devil," she answered with a flat tone.

"Great, fucking great, Marcus! You just banged the devil's granddaughter." He berated himself, making some nearby birds take flight, before turning to his hellish pal. "Now what? Am I going to be tortured in hell for having sex with a demon princess?"