Inheritance

Chapter 41- The Jeweled Dagger

The nobleman clapped, snapping me out of my trance for the moment.
"Now then, let's get down to business. What do you know about the traitor Abaddon?"
I growled, my grief turning to rage.
"He was no traitor. He was kind, and smart, and he always helped the weak! He loved animals, and kids, and he always protected me when I needed his help! He was strong, and wise, and knew just what to do to fix me up. He was my best friend, my lover... And you monsters killed him!" I tugged at my bonds, and the guards flinched.
"We did not kill him. He killed himself."
"Bull. Fvcking. Shit. He was not suicidal!"
"He wasn't thinking. He probably assumed you dead, and so killed himself. Its quite common in history between lovers."
I spat on the ground.
"And I wish you had left me dead, so I could have joined him!"
"You would have been no use as dead, Nico. There's a reason your here after all."
"And that is??" I demanded.
"To fulfill some unanswered questions. If you want to die so easily then don't fret, because there's a execution waiting after you after all this. Now tell me, what is Abaddon's powers?"
"I wouldn't tell you even if you tortured me! Go to hell."
The edge of his mouth twitched, unamused.
"Is that so?"
"It is."
"Well, we'll put that to the test won't we? Guards!"
They opened the door and stormed in, grabbing my arms and legs so I couldn't move. I struggled. The nobleman walked up, pulling a jeweled knife from his belt and polishing it on the edge of his shirt.
"Now then, will you tell us what we need to know? This is your last chance before we use violence."
I spat at him again, hitting him in the face.
He growled, and wiped it off with his sleeve.
"Violence it is then."
And with that, he sliced me with his knife, and my body burst with pain as I screamed.

I laid on the ground, trembling, feeling my body covered in cuts. They weren't deep, or long, but they were coated in poison specifically designed for tortures. I could tell because instead of killing me or making me tired it burned in my veins and made me silently beg for release. Thankfully, I hadn't told them anything. They asked a variety of questions, most about Abaddon or my upbringing, but I refused to answer all of them. I saw the plain frustration in the nobleman's eyes as I rejected the questions again and again. It kept me going, seeing his rage. He deserved it.
I moved slightly and my entire body shrieked in pain. I clenched my fists, shaking. This couldn't be it. I HAD to do more then just lay here, day after day, until they decide to kill me.
"Tsk Tsk, what a bunch of amateurs. That guy obviously never used that knife before." I weakly craned my head to see a woman standing in the cell next to mine. She had dark scruffy hair, a black eyepatch over her left eye and pale skin. She had two scars on her forehead, and wore dark clothing which appeared alien to me. Her arms were thick with muscle, and while she was female her height and demeanor resembled that of a mans.
"Who... Who are you?"
"M'names Miranda little boy. Who might you be?"
I sat up slowly and carefully, hugging myself. I shakily wrapped my white wings around myself.
"N-Nico."
"Your not looking too good. Then again you were just tortured for a hour straight. So tell me, little Nico, where your from?"
"I-I'm actually from the outskirts of the city, born and bred here. B-but I h-haven't been back here in a-ages. You?"
"The Bloodlands as your kind might call it. You know, country of demons?"
"S-So your a d-demon?"
"Yup. Got a problem with that?"
"N-nah. I t-think its kind of cool a-actually."
She went to the bars separating us and spoke in a undertone.
"Tell you what little guy, you help me out and I'll help you eh?"
"W-what can you h-help ME with?"
"Getting out of this dumb joint. I've got a plan and everything, but I need you to help me. What can you do?"
"I-I can fight to some degree, heal, find food and as you can see, t-take a hit."
She smirked.
"I like you. You've got spunk. Hm... what exactly can you heal?"
"A-anything as long as its not my own wounds."
"Prove it." She cut her arm on a loose nail on the ground, digging it deep and making it bleed. I flinched as I felt the feedback from the wound against my mind. I shakily crawled to the bars. She stuck her arm through and I gently laid my hand on it. I closed my eyes, feeling the magic course through me, the warmth of it all. Then when I pulled away her arm was back to normal.
"Amazing. That's pretty incredible."
"N-not really. E-every angel has healing abilities, to some degree. M-mine just happens t-to be my main power."
"Still, you have a strong power. You should be proud of it. Anyways, are you willing to escape with me? After that we can part ways if you wish."
"Y-yeah... I want to escape. W-what's your plan?"
"Alright, listen up and I'll tell you..."