Underworld

Doors

I pulled up in my driveway and sat there for a minute trying to figure out the sense in everything again. I guess I was deep in thought considering I jumped when Grant knocked on my car window. I rolled it down. "Are you wondering how I know where you live since I didn't ask you and have only just moved here?" He asks, I nod my head in response. "Well I'll fill you in inside." And starts walking to my front door, I followed. I opened the door and let him inside then walked right to my couch expecting him to sit across from me, but he stood right in front of me. He stared at me for what seemed like hours. "You're much more beautiful in person." He randomly says. "Excuse me?" Everything about him confused me even his words. "Your father would've been proud of how you grew up." He adds, I stiffed up. "How do you know my father?" I asked quickly, our family has lots of enemies. "What demon hunter doesn't know about the best demon hunter in the world?" He said. "You're one of me?" I asked. "Not quite, you see I'm half demon and half human." "You're a phafex." I whispered as a reply. Phafex are one of the most powerful of demons especially since their half human and can access the mind of a human too. "Yes only 3 in the world and I'm one of them." He says with pride. "What is a phafex doing in a small town?" I asked him. "Well I came willingly, but I've been doing research on your family and it's ancestors." Well that's not creepy I thought to myself. "I found out their is a door that leads under and the demon king lives in the hottest flame there. Your father is the only man who physically saw that door for himself, but he disappeared." I felt my heart breaking. "I need to find that door, kill the demon king, and destroy the connection between the underworld and earth once in for all." He explains angrily. "You must have not done a lot of research because that door disappeared when my father did." I spoke softly, remembering everything so well. "There's more doors." I looked up at him in disbelief. Could it be true? What if my father is down there? After so many years? "Tell me everything." I didn't hesitate. "I don't think you've ever went into depth of learning about your father." He said. It stung a little because the only thing I do remember about him is his smile. Grant finally sat down beside me. "Your father was the best demon hunter because he believed it would make up for his mistake." He explained while looking in my eyes. "You see your father was so fascinated with the after life that he wanted to see it for himself and experience it, but alive. Your father didn't just see the door, he made that door." I gasped. How could I ever imagine my father creating the one thing he wanted to destroy the most? "His mistake began when he forgot that when you open up a portal to the underworld, things can go in.......and things can come out." I sat there in disbelief. Millions of questions crossed my mind, but none made it past my lips. Grant got up and made his way to the door. "Wait, you need to tell me more. You need to tell me where we can find this door." I said walking behind him. He opened the door and turned to face me. "We can't find it, we have to make another one." That was it, that last sentence lingered because he was gone and I wish I could of gone with him.
The next morning I woke up to dead silence. In the house and in my head. The idea of creating another door like my fathers never left my brain. It ate me alive from the inside. I needed to make it and I needed help too. I quickly got ready, pulling on a t-shirt, jeans, and some converse. The first task was to go to the barn where Elizer usually loves spending his days there. I got to the barn and surprisedly it was empty. "Who was he?" I jumped and turned around. Elizer was a foot away, glaring into my eyes for answers. "I actually just met him today and he revealed who he was then he explained to me about my father and the underworld." I talked fast and clumsy, Elizer never failed to make me nervous. "Okay correction, what is he?" He raised an eyebrow. A moment of silence passed then I finally got the courage. "He's a phafex." I whispered. Elizers face got red in a matter of seconds and his eyes shot wide open. I was prepared for what was next. "Did you know that you were just talking to someone that can manipulate and use you?!" He shouted, I hated when he shouted. "I know, but he mentioned my dad and I needed to know." I explained. "I've told you about his kind, all they do is use people until they have their way. You already know I've had experienced it, why would you even stay in the same room as him?!" Elizer was furious and pacing back and forth in the barn. "I'm sorry!" I shouted back. He stopped mid pace and walked towards me instead. "Please, you know I couldn't live with myself if you got hurt or even worse killed." He held me tight, I love it when he does that. I looked up at him and remembered all the times he's saved me. He leaned down and kissed me. His kisses felt like drugs, you feel it through out your whole body and you get addicted to that feeling. I loved him, but I refuse to turn my back on this. I need answers and not even he could stop me.
The first step was to find Grant, but the only place I've seen him besides my house was school and it's the weekend. There must be another way to find out where he stays. I imagined what Grant was wearing at school, maybe it could give me a clue of where he hangs out at least. He was wearing motorcycle boots and leather, he could be hanging out at the Stallion bar where a lot of motorcyclists hang. I got into my black Pontiac vibe and headed to the bar, my heart beating faster as I got closer. Grant made me feel weird like he's been a missing piece of a big puzzle this whole time. It's the closest I've ever gotten to an idea of what happened to my father, I just imagined him being kidnapped and killed. What if he wasn't killed? It was first time I've ever asked myself that. I parked my car and headed to the bar doors where the Open sign flickered on and off. I walked in to a dim room where there were 2 sets of pool tables in the back and a long bar along the right side wall. Cyclists were scattered among the room, but one popped out easily with his blonde fohawk. I watched him as he sipped a beer at the bar until he spun his stool around looking directly at me, I froze. He nodded his head and I made my way over, grabbing a seat by him. "I'm sorry are you of legal age?" The bartender came up to me and asked. I was gonna reply, but Grant interrupted. "Of course she is, this is my wife, we have 2 kids together for gods sake! She's old enough!" He said it so smooth and my cheeks instantly flared to red. "Oh I'm sorry sir, what would you like than ma'am?" The bartender asked. "Uh.....I'll take a coke?" Grant shot me a look. "Oh and some whiskey with that please." I added quickly, the bartender nodded and left. "Wow you sure know how to act the part." Grant said jokily. "Well you could of warned me before your ridiculous story of our marriage and kids." I scuffed at him. "Sorry, thought you were a drinker, so I did the favor. What brings you here?" He asked. "I actually wanted to talk to you more about my father and stuff." I said looking down at my hands. The bartender came back with the drink and walked away before I could say thanks. Maybe he's scared of Grant? "Well talk away, I'll stop you if the questions start getting too complicated." He replies. "Okay.....I guess the first question is how are we gonna make another door?" He looks up at me while drinking his beer with an arched eyebrow. "I thought you knew about the book?" He asked after setting his drink down. "What book?" I asked back. "The book your father read that helped him to make the door and he also wrote his own theory's in it to help." "I'm sorry, but all the stuff I have left of my father is in a couple boxes in my attic at my old house which is in a whole different state." I suddenly realized how dumb I sounded after saying that. "You never had the guts to look through them I'm assuming." He exclaims. "No a lot of it was stuff he had given me before he left, I couldn't bear to have them close to me without breaking a part." I spoke softer. "Well wouldn't you like to look through those boxes after all these years?" He asks. I ask myself the same question every so often, why didn't I just take the boxes instead of leaving them? I was full of hate at first. My father leaving made my mom a mess which made our small family crumple. I felt like I was in slow motion whenever I was a kid, in a movie just waiting for a miracle. Finally we moved from Georgia to a small town in Nevada where we were ready to start over. "I guess it wouldn't hurt to look after all this time." I replied. "That's settled than, road trip to Georgia first thing in the morning. Bring your boyfriend." I turned to ask him how he knew that, but he was already gone, leaving dollar bills to pay for my drink.