135 Demon

"Mrs. Cloud! Mrs.Cloud! Where are you on your way to?!" called out a secretary. She was running from behind Mrs. Cloud, following closely on her tail.

"I'm going to see my son," Mrs. Cloud muttered, her teeth grinding against each other in annoyance. 

"With all due respect ma'am, you cannot," The secretary interrupted. 

Mrs. Cloud stopped in her tracks and looked down at the secretary. "Really now? You're going to tell me what to do?"

The secretary paused, feeling her life flash right before her eyes. She was well acquainted with the Crowly family before. She had been the lawyer for Mrs. Cloud, same for Mrs. Cloud before she was sent here and forced to live the rest of her life out like this due to one mistake she made that they had caught. 

Now she paraded behind the Crowly's like a secretary, which is the official title she was given.

She was given cases from time to time to support the family outside of the high walls of the asylum. Her daughter and her husband after whom she had spared in exchange for her whole life. 

She still remembered the day she was handed over to tell like a slave. It felt so belittling to have to stand beneath somebody and to be picked up from beneath them. She was forced to work on her hands and feet for them, carrying every burden of the cases Mr. Cloud had gathered up and looked over the company with Mrs. Cloud. It was so disturbing for her to not even have her own life anymore. 

She ate at the time that Mrs. Cloud ate, could only sleep after she's asleep, and would have to finish all the work assigned to her in a single day or else she'd have to be awake to work on it till early hours of the morning where she had to be the first to wake to help Mrs. Cloud immediately. She was treated like a slave with a salary

Maybe that was why she was there. To be taught what it was like to be topped by someone else that she wouldn't be able to take down no matter how hard she tried. 

The funny thing was how quickly she was tamed. It was how quickly she was reminded of her position when she tried to overstep. It was how she was reminded of where she was in her title when she would complain about her work or even dare to look up in the eyes of Mrs. Cloud.

She had always felt like she was the one doing all the work and always tried to be in control based on that. She would try to control Mrs. Cloud's day based on the work she hasn't done yet. She would stand beside Mrs. Cloud when they walked in the hallways and would tell her to halt a meeting due to the fact that her assignments weren't completed and use her favorite line, 'I'm always doing a lot of work, can't I get a little bit of time befor-'

That behavior didn't hold up for long. Not after she visited the office as the one under question rather than the secretary. 

Now she was fixed. Never daring to do the things she did before and never daring to walk beside Mrs. Cloud. 

She had gotten close to Mrs. Cloud after she learned to stand beneath her so now she was restricted to only a few actions. None of that permitted her to keep her away from her son. But…

"Mrs. Cloud, you have a meeting in a mere 20 minutes. We need to leave now before we're late to the meeting. With all due respect, ma'am, it's one that we've been anticipating for the past few weeks with the foreign investors," The secretary pressed, trying her best to persuade Mrs. Cloud of the situation. 

"A meeting can wait. Family cannot," Mrs. Cloud snapped, pushing the secretary away. "Give me 10 minutes and I'll be out. It's most likely going to be less than 10 minutes so get ready to take me back at any time. I promise."

The secretary stopped and gave out a long sigh. "Ok ma'am, but please hurry. It would be a big loss if we're late to this meeting."

Mrs. Cloud nodded and began walking down the halls. They were quiet, they always seemed quiet to her. Quiet and eerie. 

She didn't know when she had gotten this perspective of it being so eerie or when the walls had begun to look bland. She walked past them so many times that they held this feeling of rigidness and loneliness. It had grown with her throughout the years. Each year it would change, getting more rigid and rigid, its mindset getting broader every time it would listen in on the people's conversation that past it. 

Now it just looked bland, void of all emotions, and as hard as a diamond. 

Mrs. Cloud ran her hands along the walls of the wall. 'No it wasn't the walls that were changing….' she thought to herself as she stepped away from it, entering an elevator. She looked up at the wall one more time as the doors of the elevator closed. 'It was me that changed.'

She had yet to figure out if that change was good or not, but, seeing as it kept her sane and in this environment too, then she was sure it was. 

She had made it to the fifth floor, the staff floor and soon began to rush down the hallways to the room she had wanted to be inside for the past year. There was no end to the hallways though. It was a big arch circling the long cylinder in the middle of the building that housed more room and where her office was. 

She didn't know where it was but she knew the number. She walked until she found it and then pulled out the master key from her pocket. Slowly she unlocked the door and tiptoed inside. 

Sure enough, there he was, cooped up on the bed beneath the wraps of a blanket. She smiled. She was worried she would have missed him since she heard he had been disappearing these day too. She was glad to see him where she had left him, beneath her feet.

She stepped in, her steps as silent as a panther's when looking for its prey. Her violet eyes peered down at him and a pitiful expression came onto her face. She felt bad for him. It wasn't long before that emotion was gone too. 

She had lied to her secretary. 

She didn't come because she missed him.

She picked up his phone from the nightstand and after using his fingerprint, she opened the phone and started scrolling through his apps. There it was, Clock. 

She looked at the times of alarms set on the clock and went to the one that led him to begin the day. She couldn't let it stop now as he would figure out it was stopped today and would immediately fix the mistake. She had another way to accomplish her goal. 

All phones used in the building were designed by her with the help of a company called RNDN. She knew every nook and crevice of the phone. Which meant she also knew a way around stopping the alarm. Going into settings, she scrolled down to the 'connect' button and clicked on it then bringing out her phone and connected it to his.

Mrs. Cloud gave a satisfied smile when she saw her phone connected to his and exited out of the clock on his phone, wiping the history. She looked down at Vixen as he slept soundly. Her hands reached out to his hair and ruffled it, a smile forming on her face. This way she could control him fully. 

She hated things that were out of her control and things that tried to step out of the lines they were given. If that meant to ruin life for her son until he learned, she would gladly do it. What she was doing would be him in a few years. She needed to reduce his ego and emotions to a drop of sentiment that would only be given to the company. 

Call her cruel, call her a monster but no words can go further than that. She was the mother who would pick the way she would raise her son. If she chose to ruin him, nobody had the right to stop her. They hadn't carried him in her stomach for more than 9 months.

She knew what was best for him if he was to take his hell under his name. He had to become the devil himself. 

She would make him one. 

Mrs. Cloud stood up and gave Vixen a kiss on his forehead, immediately wiping it off her lips after. And wiping it off his forehead. 

"Sleep well," she muttered before turning around and leaving the room. She closed the door behind her and continued down the halls. 

The walls were red.