Lucas led Caleb to where Astrid was. Astrid was at the food tables. I mean who wouldn't, food is food.
Chatting with her friends and dancing with them. She was wearing a lilac dress in layers of airy chiffon, rich enough to rival amethyst. With her hair pinned up—she seemed to exist out of time. Her lilac mask that matched her dress that held its own silent magic, the color shifting from lavender to dusk-purple, decorated with small satin flowers pressed along one side. With the mask concealing half of her face, her eyes became dark—hidden from its unreadable charm.
"Oh hey Lucas! Who's that next to you?"
Caleb smiled, "Wanna take a guess?"
"Caleb?! Wow you look fresh!"
"I know right! Just like me." said Lucas with pride.
"Yeah, including you!" Astrid smiled.
"Let's have a drink, all three of us!" Lucas exclaimed, already pouring a glass of wine for them.
"Arent't we all minors?" said Caleb.
"Don't be such a baby Caleb, c'mon!"
"Yeah, we might never drink together like this, again!"
"Okay..Fine."
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Trust me, they're all good friends—they're not bad influences.
The three drank, danced with their friends, told each other the latest gossip, and actually Caleb and Lucas danced together because of a dare. Doing the tango, the salsa, the bachata and all that stuff.
"Hey! W-wait - wait, I'm GOING TO FAll!"Caleb lifted Lucas up from the ground—high.
"Oh uh whoopsies." Caleb dropped Lucas by "ACCIDENT".
"Ack- fuck! Freaking bastard!" Lucas glared, brushing himself off.
Astrid chuckled at the unfolding scene.
They continued until around a minute before midnight.
Caleb walked over to Astrid who was around the center of the ballroom—talking with a group of people.
"Caleb?"
Caleb stood in front of Astrid upright with shoulders relaxed, avoiding a rigid or closed-off stance, extending his hand, "May I honor this dance with you, princess?" said Caleb, in a mocking and yet charming tone.
'Pathetic. Having a dance at this ⍰ ? YOU THINK THAT WILL HAPPEN JUST HOW YOU DESIRED?!?!'
Caleb twitched, he had the worst headache ever, but he didn't want to
ruin this moment so he held back.
'Fucking mistake! ⍰ PATHETIC LITTLE BITCH, WORTHLESS, A DISGRACE.'
'L—Leave Me Alone! ⍰ !
Astrid chuckled, "Oh how charming of you, my dear friend. It would be my sincere pleasure." as her hand settled atop of his, everyone's vision in the ballroom was suddenly flooded with a searing red glare, like a warning fire that pierced through everyone's skull.
A millisecond later, the ballroom convulsed in a fiery combustion that tore through the ballroom apart, blooming out like a devil's inferno. Knocking out the guests off their feet as heat rolled over them like a crashing wave. Blood curdling and agonizing screams, cries and moans filled the murky air.
Caleb realized that he was tricked by his F@%th3R thinking he was gone. What a pity, indeed.
"CALEBBB!!!" Astrid. "CALEBBB!!!" Lucas.
"AGHH RAGHH AstrR1D – LuC@s – STaAY Aw&*#Awy from me!"
Caleb transformed into something that wasn't even himself at this point.
He had horns that rose in elegant arches, almost crowned like. Crimson red wings spread gracefully behind him, each, each movement unfolding a delicate tapestry of blood and fire. Semi-scaled skin trailed down his forearms, neck, ribs and cheek bones. His left eye was violently and hideously bloodshot, inflated and tinted a deep purplish red, it was as if he had seen horrors and trauma no mortal or demon could bear. Dark sankey veins spilled from beneath his eyelid, staining his cheek like faded tears.
Jagged glimmering purple markings, symbols—thick, that branched around his lean body, a sacred right of the Demon King's one and only TRUE HEIR.
His voice became hoarse and demonic.
'Just 10 percent of my fucking power is ALL YOU COULD TAKE?!? Tch. This should be enough though.'
It seems like the demon king has possessed Caleb's body and Caleb has barely any control over its movements.
Gg-get out… Ughah…- Out of my body!F-fa— A-AcK! T-her!
'Shall I erase everyone who was once precious to you?'
….
Caleb grunted, summoning a dark slender greatsword that reflected no light.
F-fuck you…!
"Lㅁt's have thㅁs last dㅁnce togㅁther shall we? Dㅁar frㅁend?!" he was no longer himself—giving in to his instincts and true self.
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