Chapter 23 The Intruder | Part 2

"Mmff."

Medusa tried to revolt against the intruder's audacious act of covering her mouth and to assume he was better than her in terms of strength. The woman was tucked to the wall quite forcefully and stared at the man in front of her. It took her a few moments to recognise the guy due to the obvious dim lights.

"Don't scream or I will kill you right here."

The man's utter warning resonated in her ears and the truthfulness was indicated from the crimson eyes which stared at her intently. After making sure with her imminent nod the man released her silhouette from his nearly squeezing grip.

"What are you doing here?"

Medusa didn't bother to hold back her rage upon seeing the man, but ventilated her anger in a whisper while gritting her teeth. It was evident she wanted to hide his presence from everyone in the house. The tall man had a long vertical scar over his face, which added fright to his appearance along with the crimson eyes.

Ceres snickered at her with a mocking gaze as if his intentions were either to insult Medusa or to intimidate her. Although it was clear he was not a friend of hers or would have treated her better. He seemed to be in his late thirties but his body still contained the youthful muscles and brawly looks, along with the fangs and crooked horns indicating his race.

"Why? Are you scared to see me, cupcake?"

Medusa gulped upon hearing those words, the last time she heard them the succubus was beaten black and blue. Ceres stepped away from his daughter while his eyes clearly stared at her frightened face. He knew the expressions and it satisfied his ego, while the man smirked and headed towards the sofa without any hesitation.

"I- I am not scared. I'm just asking, why are you here? What do you want?"

The succubus was not a frightful person but people have some unopened doors of the past, which they never disclose or tell in the midst of people. She knew how Ceres had come there and it didn't require him any efforts due to being favoured by Evilrite.

The atmosphere of the room changed and became serious upon their conversations. Ceres initially wore a poker face which shifted to a dejected puppy one, however Medusa was not swayed by his whole act. The succubus knew his every nook and cranny which only reeked of loyalty towards Evilrite. Medusa never accepted the fact the particular man was her father let alone accepting his treachery towards his own nation.

"Don't be harsh like that with me. I'm your father, we are a part of each other."

The man hit her emotionally vulnerable and hateful side of the life, it infuriated Medusa regarding the words spouted by him. The succubus clenched her fist while she still held the knife in her hand, however Ceres seemed to be careless about his daughter's actions.

"I am not related to you, we haven't even seen each other since years. And now you are here out of nowhere claiming your right over me!?"

Ceres seemed to be ready for those harsh words, and did not appear bothered by them. He had gotten used to such dramatic speech ever since he murdered Medusa' mother and left his children to starve. There was pain and tears in her crimson eyes which appeared n less than blood dripped on her cheeks.

"I know I have so much wrong, but I'm ashamed over it Medusa."

He stood up from the sofa and dawdled past the shelf, Ceres took out a glass from the cabinet and poured water in it. Whereas Medusa remained rooted there with her grieving gaze glued to the floor. The woman did not know how to react to all that conversation which potentially hurt her undoubtedly.

"I hope you can forgive your dad, and we can start anew after all you are my only flesh and blood."

Medusa widened her eyes upon his big words which he had never said to her before. She did not want to believe in him but could not help upon witnessing his considerate actions. Ceres fetched her a glass of water and supported her to the sofa acknowledging she was shit scared of him.

She plopped in the sofa and took a few small sips of water, whereas Ceres knelt in front of her and reached for Medusa' hands. The succubus could not understand whether his whole speech and warm actions were genuine, or the man was clearly pretending for some reason. Hereby I ask you, what do you think would be favour he intended to extort from his own daughter!?

"It's...it's not easy to forget everything like it never happened. It was not a bad dream, I can't neglect that you killed my mother and abandoned me."

Her voice rose as the pain was visible on her hysterically crying face. Ceres applied some pressure over her hands and traced his thumb over Medusa' knuckles to soothe her. He heaved a sigh and resumed the speech to make sure his words would created a soft spot in her heart.

"I know, cupcake and I really am ashamed about it. I know I have committed so many grave sins and I....I even scared you earlier. I'm genuinely sorry, love. Please forgive your dad."

Ceres sounded genuinely concerned and conscience stricken which resounded from his shallow tone. Medusa saw directly in his eyes and couldn't spot any doubt, maybe he came this far only to meet her. The succubus was resorted to think about the whole situation, while she pretended to remain calm.

'No, no. I can't get swayed by his sweet talks. Something is definitely wrong here, he must have a malicious reason to approach me. But how the heck he knew about my whereabouts?'

Medusa stared at him quietly for a few moments before she decided to act normal to see through his facade. The succubus leaped forward and hugged him tight to display her affection, because to get to know the enemies one has to earn their trust.