Page 97 of Undisputed Chaos
Isla made a soft sound of appreciation, both for the story and the fried mozzarella she was currently melting for.
"But this angel had a secret… She craved the darkness. She painted storms and shadows and dreamed of creatures with sharp teeth and sharper desires."
I triggered Noah's thermostat to drop to twenty-five degrees, imagining his confusion when he got home.
"The angel was guarded by a knight who thought he understood her, but he was wrong. He tried to dim her light, to make her smaller, more manageable."
"I hate him already," Isla mumbled through a bite.
"Good, because so did the demon who'd been watching from the shadows."
I set up the delayed emails that would destroy Noah's professional reputation by morning.
"This demon collected souls and bones and the screams of those who dared touch what belonged to him. And when he saw the knight making his angel cry..."
I paused, watching Isla's rapt attention through the camera, her fork halfway to her mouth.
"The demon decided the knight would feed his hunger. First, he poisoned the knight's gold, making it turn to ash in his hands. Then he whispered nightmares into the knight's dreams, making his own armor turn against him."
I focused on Isla now. "Slowly, the demon dismantled everything the knight thought made him strong, until he was nothing but a shell of fear and madness."
“And then?" My angel asked breathlessly, staring down at a generous slice of tiramisu.
“And then the demon stepped out of the shadows," I finished, watching Noah's entire digital existence crumble in real-time across my monitors.
"And showed the knight what happens to those who touch what belongs to the darkness."
Isla shivered, though whether from the story or the way I told it, I couldn't be sure.
"And the angel?"
"The angel lived happily ever after in her demon's arms," I said softly, meaning every word. "Fed like royalty, protected like a treasure, and loved like the divine creature she was."
"I love your stories," she whispered, voice drowsy with food and satisfaction.
"I love watching you eat my food," I replied, taking a screenshot of her blissful expression. "You're my perfect angel.”
Isla somehow made it to her room, stomach full of my gifts, and quickly drifted off to sleep.
I continued my digital warfare against Noah.
By morning, he'd wake up to find his life in ruins—broke, professionally destroyed, socially isolated, and completely unaware of who had orchestrated his downfall.
"Sweet dreams, my angel," I whispered to her sleeping form on my monitor. "While I give your ex nightmares."
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Adrian
Istared at my monitors the next day, fingers drumming against the jade knife handle as my six-screen setup cast its unholy glow across my sunlit living room.
The rage simmering beneath my skin felt controlled and focused, like a scalpel instead of a sledgehammer. Much more dangerous that way.
Adrian
Today's task, angel.
Gather everything Noah ever gave you or that reminds you of him. Put it all in a bag. Send me a picture when it's done.
