Out of the Lamp

Chapter 21: Defeated

'Where are we?'

I walk around, my hand skimming over surfaces and my fingertips brushing atop the unfamiliar terrain. Mapping it out.

Daemon watches me from the comfort of the insanely large four poster king size bed. He makes it look like a glorified single!

The room is mostly white from what I can tell. With only the dim light from the stars to go on. White walls and matching furniture. You'd think it would feel creepy and odd, but instead it was surprisingly refreshing and clean. The space felt large and free. The carpet was a soft dark cream and the curtains on the windows matched. The far side had glass doors leading out onto a railed off patio-balcony area. It overlooked another stunning view.

'If this is just the bedroom, the rest must be crazy.' I mumble to myself.

I tilt my head up to the ceiling. The stunning showpiece to this room was the clear glass pane that spread out in a dome shape, taking up the centrepiece of the room. It gave the most dazzling view and front row seat to nature's most mysterious and beautiful light show.

The dancing lights dappled through the glass pane and created swirling designs on the floor. I stood beneath the dome and watched my face and hands light up with the aurora.

'Wait. Daemon, no!' I spin to face him, snapping out of my dazed state. 'I need to get back, now.'

I can feel the barrier around this place. Only he has access in and out. Trying myself would be futile.

Daemon bristles and his short lived good mood fizzles out. 'Reykjavik, Iceland.' He says, speaking slowly. 'Have fun trying to walk home.' He smirks.

Iceland!

'I'm serious Daemon, I don't have time for your stupid games today! Dad needs me. I just-'

Daemon disappears before appearing in front of my face. I'm more prepared for this one, and I clamp a hand over my mouth. Protective measures. He takes a step back and raises a confused brow at me.

'What're you doing, shrimp?' he asks, emphasising his words in a way that makes me feel so dumb. Looking over me and overshadowing my tiny ass.

... shrimp?

I cut my eyes at him. 'Nuffng' I mumble from behind my fingers. Can't trust that demon.

He sighs heavily and runs a hand through his wild locks. Ruffling the deep cherry waves. His eyes roaming over his estate. With its high ceilings and more spacious setting, he actually looked like he fit this place - for once. No more hunched shoulders or ducking under doorways. No more dwarfing furniture or denting floorboards. He stood tall and proud and...bristling.

'You will not leave.' He says, speaking low and with authority. I almost thought I heard him say "me".

My left eyebrow twitches up. 'You don't have the right to control me, I can do as I please you moron.'

His head snaps to mine. 'I was told to take care of you. This, is me being nice about it.' He almost hisses near the end. Losing his short fuse patience very quickly. Surprise, surprise.

'By the most immature and wispy headed Immortal of all.' I roll my eyes. 'It ain't even that deep.'

I turn to walk away from him and he sniggers. 'Have fun trying to leave the barrier, little genie.'

I stop short at that. My fists clenching to my sides. Realistically, there's no way I'll be able to penetrate it. His ability was on a whole other plane compared to mine. He was just that powerful, and I haven't even seen a scratch of his true power.