The god complex (Book one of The Devil's Daughter trilogy)

Chapter twenty-six.

"I've been expecting you daughter of the Pure one." The door is open wide giving me a full view of the room and the girl who stands in front of me. She is very short possibly pushing the boundaries of five feet and her hair is shoulder length and a lilac purple, but the strangest thing about her is her eyes. They're milky white, she is totally blind. She grabs the collar of my shirt and pulls me into the big room, did I say big I mean GIGANTIC! Her apartment could shelter a small family of four maybe more, she roams the room and picks up a copy of my biography.

"What is that?" She steps around the kitchen island and sits herself down on the white couch, she weaves through the pages of the book and hands it directly into my hands.

"Read the first sentence and nothing more nothing less." My eyes dart to the page and read the sentence about me reading this sentence. I toss the book straight at her chest but she catches it before it can bury itself in her small body. "I take it you do not understand the things around you." She smiles but it doesn't reach her milky eyes, she places the book a ways down the couch and Night reaches out for it but she stands abruptly and tilts her head toward him. "Do not touch it."

"Sorry." He pulls his hand away and stands away from the couch to lean against the island. I open my mouth to speak but she has her hand wrapped around my neck. Night springs out to strike her but she kicks out and he goes flying into the kitchen table and slumps. She releases her hold from my neck and steps back with her hands raised in surrender.

"What the hell was that for?!"

"Leave him we must speak in private, others could look through his eyes." She grabs my hand and leads me toward another room, it is cluttered and a mess. She sits on a swivel chair and smooths out her hair. "Do you think I am pretty?" She cocks her head at me and I make a are you serious face and she just smiles. "It is all right, my sister was the pretty one I was the one with the attitude problem." She stands and brushes past me and closes the door then returns to the chair.

"What are you?"

"We go by many names but I prefer the term seers."

"An oracle?" She smiles and turns her head toward a blank wall but it shifts and there is a picture of her sister and she wasn't kidding about her being the pretty one. The picture is a portrait of her sister, her eyes aren't blank like Moriah's but a deep brown that seem to glow in the sunlight. Her mouth is in a pout but looks like a smirk, like she knows something I don't. Her hair is full and long it looks like it is being blown by an imaginary wind.

"We were both." She goes to the portrait and brushes her finger tips across it and the portrait is gone and there is another, and another, and another, there about thirty small portraits of the sisters in different times and still Moriah has white eyes in all of them except one.

"What happened to you?"

"Jealousy is an ugly beast don't you think?" She smiles and the portraits are gone and there is a white wall again.

"You mean she blinded you out of jealousy?"

"I always thought she was the pretty one but all the boys thought it was me. She got tired of coming in second place and ended my sight, and I ended her." Her eyes are no longer white but a golden brown and they start to glow and I back into the door but she blinks and they are white once more. "I kid, my sister was murdered but not by me. I wish." I step close to her but still a distance away ready for a fight. "You need no worry about me child."

"I'm probably older than you."

"How old are you Fire?"

"About 1300."