over at Shara who suddenly found her shoes to be fascinating. So, the woman knew about Santanya and Zen. Clarissa wondered if Mel were aware of this odd relationship between them as well.
Santanya was brought to the manor as a prisoner, a tool to make Dzhihibai Manido talk. Santanya was Mani’s mother, whom Mel realized was the leverage he needed to get Mani to confess who he had been hired by in order to eliminate the guardian of the Gem of Avarice. The guardian was, of course, Clarissa. With the full promise Santanya would be protected from harm, Mani confessed he was hired by Jes’Sakkid, who was Azamel’s older brother.
The stone Clarissa had been assigned to protect was eons old. Her maternal family had been given the responsibility to keep it out of the hands of all creatures, be they gods, demons or others. It was too powerful to even exist; the temptation was too great for the potent influx of energy it would provide to those who wielded the gem. Clarissa’s entire family had been murdered in order to achieve control of the stone she didn’t even know existed until they were gone. She inherited the duties, which came with protecting the world from its influence.
It was why Clarissa and Azamel had met. Mel was hunting a demon named Xon, who had escaped from the Nether Realm. Xon was focused on hunting for the stone, which Mel could also sense once he reached topside searching for the demon himself. Mel agreed to help Clarissa in keeping the stone safe and away from Xon.
It wasn’t until after Xon’s demise, and still the battle for dominance of the stone continued, that Azamel realized there was someone else searching for the gem and therefore the guardian, putting Clarissa in harm’s way. He had been forced to let her go back into the world, constantly fighting multitudes of demons set upon her. He had been unable to help by the order of the Elders Council, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t investigate on his own. He learned Mani was the demon who had sent Clarissa, and by extension, himself, to another realm where they barely survived, much less escaped. But, no matter the torture and punishment, Mel could not get him to talk. At least, until he realized Mani’s weakness: the care for his mother, Santanya.
He had the woman brought to his realm and his manor, then to the dungeons so her son could see the woman for himself. Zenthus had held her when he brought her in to face Mani
Entering the small room, Mel appraised Mani still hanging from twin pillars. Mani’s body was covered with scabs, dried blood and parts of his body had the skin torn completely away. Mel moved over to him and bent down slightly to make their eyes a bit more level.
“Any chance you will reveal the information I seek?”
Mani just shook his head no, keeping his eyes lowered. He knew he was in the wrong but he had to protect the deal he made even if it meant suffering for his knowledge. Mani heard the door open again but didn’t pay much attention to it at first, until he heard a soft gasp from a voice he had not expected. He jerked his head up with the thought he must have heard incorrectly, only to be floored as she appeared before him, held by the most massive creature he had ever laid eyes on. His gaze fell upon the beautiful woman. Silky white hair with milky-white skin and colorless eyes. A true albino, he couldn’t believe she was here in this hideous place, looking upon him with deep concern and sadness in her eyes. He turned his heated gaze upon Mel and scowled, his voice raspy from his earlier screams of agony. “How could you? Leave her out of this!”
Mel stepped over to the woman, his gaze appreciating her beauty. She was nothing like his Clarissa, but then no one was. Then he remembered, angrily, Clarissa wasn’t his to claim.
“You brought her into this by refusing to give me the information I require.”
Mel grabbed the woman’s face and jerked it towards him. “She is why you’re not talking, I
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