Dio’s teeth chattered causing the chains to rattle against the textured wall. Despite constantly rubbing the back of his head against the surface behind him, the blindfold didn’t move an inch. He worried a moment he might be rubbing some of his hair off the back of his head but if it freed him from the midnight blackness he considered it worth the sacrifice.
Damn he was an idiot.
How could he not see the demon had changed sides? His mother’s influence hadn’t weakened over time and Dio had grown complacent over his demon’s loyalties.
“You’ll be released soon enough, Master,” Lemon Drop said.
“Don’t call me Master. I no longer claim you!” Dio reprimanded. He tried to make his voice as cold as possible. After all the demon couldn’t see his expression.
“Don’t be that way,” Lemon Drop whined. “Soon you’ll be in charge of a large portion of Earth. Your mother promised me that you’d have a large kingdom as long as I got you away from that wolf.” Lemon Drop’s voice took a bitter edge.
“That wolf is my mate,” Dio snapped. If he had any sense he’d appeal to Lemon Drop’s loyalties. The demon apparently still had some regard for Dio. Unfortunately his anger toward Lemon Drop raged through him making it difficult to be civil.
“And how do you think Mother is going to reward me. The only way for her to take over the surface is to free the demons from below. Without me she can’t free them.”
Dio was confident he told the truth. His mother didn’t have anyone else with the power to break open the portal.
“That’s why you’re here to help trap your mate. Once we have Varick you’ll be willing to do whatever it takes to protect that creature.”
“Ahh, blackmail. Old-fashioned but effective.” Dio hoped Varick had enough sense to stay away, unfortunately he doubted his mate would see things that way. He had no doubt the werewolf even now searched for Dio’s location. Swallowing back the bile threatening fill his throat, Dio accepted the inevitable. In order to save the world either he’d have to either let Varick be killed or find another solution.
Varick dying wasn’t acceptable.
Dio’s mind worked furiously tossing ideas left and right as he wiggled within the cuffs strapped to his wrists. The metal links didn’t cut into his skin but he could feel their magical protection spells in place. No doubt they’d been designed to keep Dio contained.
“What is your place in my mother’s Utopia? Do you think I’d welcome you to my side? After you have my mate killed you’ll be lucky I don’t have you torn apart.” Dio kept his tone calm and casual as if Lemon Drop’s death didn’t matter one way or another. He knew the demon counted on Dio’s fond memories to keep him alive.
Dio didn’t feel very attached to the demon right now.
“You’ll forget him soon enough,” Lemon Drop said in a sing-song voice that sent chills up and down Dio’s spine. The little creature had something up his sleeve, Dio could feel it.
“Why would I forget my mate?”
“Because your mother gave me a Forget-Me-Stone,” Lemon Drop proclaimed.
Crap! Dio had no clue how he was going to get out of this one.