Elijah Hannigan - Domillion, one of hells most famous bounty hunters his reputation was known through the entire firey nation it didn't help he was the son of the infamous demon lord Lucian Domillion the young bounty hunter was mysterious he seemed...
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Third Person POV
Elijah sat calmly on his bed, engrossed in his journal, sketching away at a portrait of his mother trying to capture her adoring smile in just the right tone, when suddenly his father burst into the room, carelessly throwing a file onto his bed. "I want that client dead, and you need to be back here by midnight, no later," he demanded, not even greeting his son. As if this was just another daily occurrence Elijah replied with a bored tone, "Yes, father." His face was void of emotion as he set down his journal and picked up the scattered file.
To the boy's despair, his father decided to speak once more. "This time, I want confirmation of the kill. I want to make sure you don't jeopardize this mission. After all, we-" Before he could finish his rant, Elijah, who was already halfway through packing, interrupted, "Yes, yes, I know. We have our title, reputation, and wealth on the line." He was already annoyed by his father's presence. His British accent becoming more prominent as he added, "Lucifer forbid that the other noble families found out that the 17year old Domilion son failed one measly assassination." Sarcasm dripped from his words.
His father's sudden silence sent shivers down Elijah's spine. As he packed the final two weapons into his duffle bag, he turned around to face his father, only to be met with a hard slap across his face that would surely leave a bruise despite his enhanced healing.
The force of the blow made his head spin, before leaving the room, his father stopped not even turning back to face him and uttered words that cut deep into Elijah's soul. "Never talk back to me, boy. You are nothing but a pawn in my success, and that is all you and your mother will ever be, Now get changed and Get. It. Done." he said, devoid of any remorse or regret putting emphasis on his last instruction before Swiftly exiting the room.
Elijah was left alone once more, feeling frustrated and helpless, 'Stupid old man never knows when to quit'. Running his hands through his dark hair he let out a groan of frustration, then sighed knowing that cursing his father wouldn't do him any good, so he distracted himself by looking at the picture of his family on the mirror in his bedroom.
The image brought back memories of happier times, when his father was proud of him and would spend every waking moment teaching him spells and nurturing him like a real father would letting him use small illusions to prank the house staff and visiting nobles and when his mother would find out she would scold the two of them but afterwards she would immediately shower them with love and attention like a real Family. But those days were long gone.
As Elijah grew older, his demon nature started to manifest, and his father also grew in the ranks of the demon community becaming obsessed with the idea of having someone as powerful as him at his beck and call. At the ripe age of ten, Elijah was given missions that were beyond his capabilities, and the training felt more like torture than fun. He longed for the days when he was just a carefree six-year-old, sitting on his mother's lap with a grin that could light up a room.
Lucian had completely broken Elijah's once cheerful and innocent demeanour, leaving him with little care for his actions and the consequences that followed.
However, his mother, his sweet, sweet mother, gave him her unwavering support throughout it all. Despite his father's cruel punishments, she cooked him small meals and tended to his wounds when his father used holy water in 'training' sessions. Her love and care was the glue that held Elijah together from slipping into complete madness.
As Elijah lost himself in thought, a knock interrupted his daydream. Turning around, he saw his mother standing at the door. Instantly, a relaxed smile spread across his face, and his body was at ease. She was the only one who truly understood him and provided the love and care he so desperately needed.
With her by his side, Elijah felt like he could do just about anything. Her support gave him the strength to face his father's abuse and the courage to stand up for himself. Despite the darkness that surrounded him, his mother's love was a beacon that kept him going.
In the end, Elijah knew that he owed everything to his mother. Without her, he would have been lost forever. But with her by his side, he knew that he could overcome any obstacle and emerge victorious.
Breaking free from his inner thoughts, he spoke softly, as if his words could shatter the delicate piece of glass before him. "Hi Mama," he said, sounding more vulnerable than he had intended.
"Hello, my sweet boy. How are you?" She replied, her tone filled with pure concern and curiosity, devoid of any malicious intent or double meaning.
"I'm doing alright so far, Mama, but I need to go in a few hours. Lucian gave me another mission to complete before midnight," he said, his voice laced with a slight undertone of venom at the mention of his father.
His mother let out a heavy sigh, her eyes filled with sadness. "I wish he would let you take a break and spend some time with me, but that's just a dream, isn't it?"
The young man's heart sank as he heard his mother's words. He knew all too well the weight of his father's expectations and the toll it took on his relationships.
He longed for a moment of respite, a chance to connect with his mother and forget about the dangerous world he was forced to inhabit.
"I'm sorry, Mama. I promised that when I get back, I will meet you in the garden, and we can have a mini picnic like we used to," he said, his voice underlined with true emotion a stark contrast to the way he spoke to his sperm donor.
She simply smiled at his proclamation. "My son, you don't have to promise me anything. I am just happy if you come back to me alive. That's all that really matters to me."
Elijah was Awe-struck. His mother was one of the most understanding and caring people in the world. She didn't deserve to be tied down with a monster like Lucian.
Glancing at the clock he frowned sighing in defeat "I need to leave now, mama, before Lucian gets impatient and gives me more missions than I care to think about." She hated it when he called his father by his first name, but she understood that you wouldn't want to call the man who replaced your childhood with countless hours of training and torture a title that held such respect and love.
As he walked away, Elijah couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt. He knew that his mother deserved more than what he could give her. He wished he could protect her from the dangers of his world, but he knew that was impossible.
Despite his fears, Elijah was determined to successfully complete his promise. He would meet his mother in the garden, and they would have a mini picnic just like they used to. It was a small gesture, but it was the least he could do for the woman who had given him everything.
