Vindicate || Devilish Sequel

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I stood in from of the door with my eyes fixed on the nob for quite a while.

Once I finally gathered the courage I turned the handle. When I opened the door a cold breeze touched my face. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath before stepping inside.

Raiza's flat looked so lifeless and there was no sign of the usual happy aura it emanated when she was here.

I still could sense her smell; it filled all the place and it gave me a warm feeling in my chest and made me fell at home.

Suddenly the sound of an angelic and warm laughed came from Raiza's room. 

Without thinking it I ran to her bedroom. If I had a heart, it would be pounding and racing right now. I opened the door and saw her.

Raiza turned around and gave me the warmest smile. "You're finally here, Harry." Her voice sounded so soft. I closed my eyes and took in the moment and every note her voice made. A sound of pleasure escaped my lips without me being able to stop it. 

I heard her laughing and opened my eyes smiling. When I reached out for her, she disappeared.

I stayed with my arm extended for a few seconds; confused, hurt, and perplexed. 

It had just been my imagination fucking playing trick on me. It had been my overwhelming, burning, and undesirable desire to see her. My longing for Raiza that had made me seen things that weren't really there. 

I don't want to forget about Raiza, but just the thought of her makes my chest fill with a sorrow I've never felt in my whole existence. 

Why did I even come here? It's bloody torturous. I must be a fucking masochistic for even thinking about coming to her flat. Where everything reminds me of her, where her scent is all over the place, where I lasted kissed her and told her I loved her...

Fucking Satan.

Then I remembered.  

I had something to get from her flat. I had been so overwhelmed by all her energy and scent filling the place that I had completely forgotten. 

I needed to get the 'Knife of the Fall'. 

It should be right where we left it, hidden at plain sight but difficult to find if you didn't know exactly where it was. 

I moved the framed art print that was hung in front of Raiza's bed. I turned it around and took the back. I took out the print, revealing the hidden compartment. And there it was, the weapon that could kill any demon, without exception. But just for now, it only had one demon's named written all over it.

With the utmost care I took it and wrapped in a cloth, and put it in the inside pocket of my leather jacket. 

I put the frame back on the wall and left the room. I walked towards the door and before closing it took one last look at the empty flat until I began feeling the same pain in my chest.

We had agreed on meeting in front of Raiza's flat so Niall and Rue must be waiting for me. And as expected, when I got down, there were already there. 

Niall was leaning against his motorcycle with his hand in his pockets while he talked with Rue. She seemed pretty excited about something, which made Niall smiled.

"DUDE SERIOUSLY! THAT WAS THE BEST RIDE EVER!" I heard her saying. "YOU TRULY HAVE SKILLS, NIALL!"

"I get you had a thrilling and pleasant ride, Rue?" I asked as I got closer to them.

"YOU CAN BET ON THAT!" She said, still excited. 

"Mate." Niall said as we shook hands motioning an armwrestling position and then transition into  a hug, patting each other's back. 

I got on my motorcycle and started it up. "Ready?" I said as I put my sunglasses on. 

"Lead the way, H." The blond demon said, slightly lowering his head.

Soon we were on our way to have a little fun at someone's expense. I could feel the adrenaline and anxiety building up as we got closer to our destination. 

I hadn't noticed how fast I was driving until Niall drew my attention to it.

He tried to catch me up and got to my side. 'Harry, slow down. You'll draw too much attention to us if you keep going at that speed.'

I looked at him and frowned. Then turned my head to the panel and took a look at the speedometer. 'I'm only going at 100 km/h.' I pointed out.

Niall rolled his eyes at me and smiled. 'This is not 'Fast and Furious'. Slow down, mate. 

'Well, I am fast AND furious so-'

'That's the worse joke I've ever heard.'

'What are you talking about? That was brilliant.'

I was about to speed but the blond demon stopped me.'We don't want the cops to get involve in this.' He insisted. 

I did as he told me unwillingly just because I didn't want anyone to intervine with what I had in mind.

Soon we arrived to a mansion with a dramatic open floor, you could see every detail inside the house through the glass. My eyes landed on the giant golden sculpture in the entrance hall. I can't believe he still has that cheap and tacky sculpture that made Greek sculptor Polykleitos to 'emulate his beauty'. I rolled my eyes remembering the scene. 

I got off my motorcycle and went straight to the entrance. I kicked the door and helped myself in. "You have visitors fucker! Come out, come out, wherever you are!" I yelled scanning the living room. 

"Harry." I heard Niall sighing.

I turned my head to him. "What?" I said, nonchalant. "I just want him to know we're here."

"Oh, don't worry. I'm sure he knows." Rue said in a sarcastic tone. 

I shrugged. "ZAYN!" I yelled.

"Darling, please stop yelling." I heard 

"Chantal?" I asked confused. "What the fuck are you doing here? I thought you had took off long ago."

She smiled maliciously at me. "I've just been helping someone with whom I have common interests." Chantal turned around to Niall and smirked. "Long time no see, Niall."

Niall tensed up and I could sense he was trying to control himself from ripping her head off. 

Suddenly it hit me. She had been helping Zayn. "YOU FUCKING BITCH!" I groaned, hovering over her. I quickly grabbed her by the neck and put her against the wall. I started to squeeze harder and harder.

"Harry." Niall called me, but I didn't look at him. "Harry." He called me once again.

I turned around and looked at him. He motioned with his head towards the hallway. I slowly turned my head in that direction and I sensed him.

I grabbed the knife under my jacket and held it tightly.

He's here.