Aphmau POV
The sword was pressing closer to my skin. "Now. You give me control of Phoenix Drop, and help me summon Lord Garte." Aaron hissed into my ear.
"Aaron- I thought you loved me?!" I stutter. He chuckles darkly. "Tough love, Sweetheart." He joked. What is going on! Why is he acting like this??
Or has he always acted like this.....
Two years ago,
Aphmau and Aaron's one year wedding anniversary...
"Mommy" Levin shouted. I trot down stairs to find Levin and Aaron sitting at the kitchen table. "Aaron's being mean again!" Levin cried.
Aaron chuckled.
"Now, Levin, you know you can call me Dad right?" Aaron asked. Kevin's expression twisted into one of disgust. "Why would I want to call you dad! You hit Mala-" Levin was cut off by something. His eyes went wide. I noticed Aaron's hand was on his back.
"Heh, now son, you don't want to tell your mother that you broke Meowki's urn." Aaron said. My eyes went wide.
"You broke Meowki's urn!! Levin! Upstairs now!" I ordered. "But mom!"
"NOW!"
He grumbled as he went upstairs.
I then heard a weird groan come from downstairs. A few steps down, I see Malachi laying on the ground, with several bruises all over. A gasp escapes my lips. "Malachi! What happened?!?" I say in shock. He looks over to Aaron.
I snap out of my flashback. Aaron is starring at me expectantly. I bet he's awaiting my answer. It still confused me....
"How can I help you summon the shadow lord? I can't do Magiks..." I said trailing off. He pressed his sword closer to my neck.
"Don't play dumb, Irene."