The Falling Kingdoms: The Hidden Coffins

Chapter Twenty Five: The Golden Phoenix

If courage was a gift, my will definitely gifted me it in that moment. One and a half month ago, I couldn't walk in the dark in an isolated area. Today, I stood with bruises on my elbows and knees and blood flowing out of my nose in front of a demon but I wasn't ready to give up. I was using all the energy I could to defend myself because I knew I couldn't kill him. In the moments I defeated him and he got hurt (that were very few), my mind figured out a plan to escape from there. I thought about how I came here. If I tried, I could fly really fast towards the other side of the lake. I knew the demons couldn't enter the other side unless they possessed a person who was already inside the boundary. But I knew if I tried that without making him at least a little weak, he would catch me and he would kill me.
He blew out air from his mouth and some amount of poisonous, green colored gas travelled towards me in a hurried pace. Before it could touch me or I could smell it, I chanted and created a protection spell around me. It was temporary and not that strong, but enough to save me from that gas.

"ENOUGH playing games, filthy princess! I thought you must be powerful considering you're an Amara Queen." his smirk grew as he insulted me. "I thought it'd be fun to fight with you. But as I see how easy it is to defeat you, I think I should just kill you."

His dangerous voice laced with loathe got to me. The feeling of fear was growing inside as I started to back away.
But I didn't let him see that.

"I'm not afraid of you!" I shouted.

"That is because you don't know who I am! Do you?"

That was true. I didn't know who he was! I didn't know any other spells that could protect me. I didn't even know how to kill him. Though Leonie once told me a demon's weakness but it was such a riddle, I couldn't break it for days.

Every demon possess a charm. Break it and they mean no harm.

Her voice kept echoing inside my head. I couldn't bring myself to any conclusion. What kind of charm can a demon possess? More specifically, this one?

I tried to recall all that he said to me since he met me.

"Allow me to introduce myself"

"Then you must know who I am"

"That is because you don't know who I am! Do you?"

That's it. That was what made me understand what was he. He was just so cocky and egoistic about his existence and the fact that I didn't know him or his weaknesses.

He was pride.

Nick told me in our theory sessions, even though it has been millions of centuries since the demons exist, there are still only a few ones who has the ability to possess powerful angels. Mac was a powerful angel, the head of the water element, for God's sake! He could only be possessed by a very powerful demon.

And the demons of the seven deadly sins were one of the most powerful ones!

I got it. This was it.
He was Lucifer— the demon of pride.

"I know who you are," I looked up at him from my gaze set below, whispering this.

His eyebrows twitched at that, a sense of disbelief visible on the ugly face.

"What do you mean?" He asked, shock and fear mixed up with his pride now.

"You're not Dantallion. You're Lucifer— the demon of pride." I smirked in victory, telling this to him.

The remaining fear of his face disappeared at that and he smiled, devilishly.

"Yes, I am. But you still don't know how to kill me." He said.