Living Hell

Chapter 29: Lysander

Was Jake, Lysander or Lysander, Jake?

I choked back a scream on that startling thought.

As I stared closely at the glorious yet deadly beauty that was Lysander I knew that Jake definitely couldn't be Lysander or vice versa. The thought was absurd; simply ridiculous... There just wasn't any way and somehow I knew it, deep down, in my black hole of a heart.

My visions had been inaccurate but yet still accurate for they had been pointing me in the right direction all this time- to Lysander.

But...what did that make Jake now?

I shuddered... I didn't want to know.

Instead I focused back on Lysander, admiring his form.

Lysander with all his muscle, his starry black eyes, and sleek hair did not make me feel the motherly love that Jake-the-child once had when I'd held him, unknowingly brought him to his demise.

Oh, no. I wanted to walk right up to Lysander, reach into his shaggy hair and yank his head forward until my lips deliciously devoured-

I shook my head to release me of my stupor and as I did so, Lysander's black as night eyes rested on me, giving me their full force of anger.

I lost the air remaining in my lungs and took a step back. I might have been powerful, but I knew when someone else contained more than I did. Not to mention he was pissed as hell.

Maybe he really is Jake...

"Taline...why have you brought...these mongrels to me," Lysander snapped and I winced at the barbed words.

I glanced at the others and found them all shrinking back except for Slick, who seemed extremely bored with the Daemon in front of him.

"They have important news to tell you, Lysander. It involves.. Your father," Taline murmured and I watched Lysander's eyes hardened.

Wait..what...? Father? Lucifer?

Oh my god. Never mind being Jake... Lysander was Lucifer's son, not some child due to incarnate into a God.

My breathing picked up as I struggled with the new revelation at hand. I watched as Lysander eyed me carefully before stepping towards me. I swayed slightly and was about to fall over when he snagged my wrist. The feeling of his warm hand on me was almost too much. I felt like a puddle of goo...which was completely unlike me.

Steadily back on my feet, Lysander leaned close to me and whispered, "Tell me, half-ling what has my father done?"

I didn't say anything at first because his hand caressing my marble wings had me at a pause. The words choked in my throat. He was like a deadly intoxication and I just couldn't seem to get enough despite only just meeting him.

"Y-your father," I stepped back, locking eyes with his black ones. "Has stolen the next God's soul essence and turned him into a Daemon, a powerful one. We aren't sure why, but we do know if a war starts it'll destroy Earth and not just Heaven and Hell."

I had decided to never talk about my visions being of him.

Lysander's eyes turned curious, but he dropped his hand from my wings and turned abruptly.

"I can't help you, I'm sorry."

His abrupt decision and rejection stunned me. Everything was going to be destroyed and he didn't care? He couldn't help?

My worst fears had come true, but instead of panicking I felt pissed at this attractive Daemon. Lucifer's son be damned, he was born to rival his father and somehow I just knew it.