Lucian woke up in the middle of the night, covered in sweat and out of breath. His heart was beating wildly inside his chest and his eyes were filled with tears. He had the same nightmare he had every night, where his brother killed him over and over again. It never ended, the pain and the suffering, even after he woke up.
Lucian would feel as if his whole body was burning and slowly he would be unable to breathe because of the pain. Falling from his bed he would crawl on the floor struggling to get some air but his throat would tighten as if he was being choked. half the night he would spend in unbearable pain and pray for the morning to come soon.
When the morning came he would wake up and find himself still laying on the cold floor. His whole body would ache and he would feel drained of energy. It would take him a while to get up and prepare to go to work.
Today as he lay on the floor waiting for his body to recover he remembered Nora's words. She had said that he had to much power, which he did notice the last few days. Something about him was different since he came out of that well. He was capable of doing things he couldn't before. That he realized one night when he woke up from his nightmare feeling as if he was being choked. He had wished to go outside to get some air and suddenly by some unknown force he found himself outside. How that was possible he still couldn't comprehend, but he did enjoy his new power. Or should he say powers? Because there were other things he discovered he could do, such as disguising himself as someone else or making himself invisible. He could even manipulate people, only by looking into their eyes.
Maybe he was the Devil's son after all.
As he lay on the floor thinking he heard angry sounds coming from outside his room. Soon load footsteps followed and the door to his room flew open and hit the wall with a crushing sound. There at the door stood an angry John.
"Who are you?" He asked accusingly.
Lucian was confused as he stood up and looked at John.
"Who are you?!" John repeated angrily. "And don't lie to me this time."
Lucian's gaze went to the paper in Johns's hand and he immediately realized that John had found one of the sketches that were made of him when his brother was trying to find him.
"This..." John said holding the paper up. "This is you. Why was the crown prince looking for you?"
Lucian didn't need to answer that. He knew that John had already figured it out.
"I should have known...with your long hair and the way you carry yourself. You are royalty. The youngest prince of Decresh. I knew that I had heard your name somewhere, my son must have told me once or twice." John continued his eyes wide with realization.
His family had gathered behind him and they stared at Lucian with a look of betrayal.
"Just leave!" Lucian could hear the disappointment in John's voice.
"Father he has nowhere to go," Anna spoke as he took a step to leave.
"That's none of our business," John said coldly.
"But he is a witch and you always say to help fellow witches." Anna argued.
"We don't know for sure that he is a witch. Nora?"
"Yes father he is." Nora spoke. "But..." she hesitated.
"But what?"
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"He is the one rumored to be the devil's son."
