“State your name,” she commanded. I wanted to sigh at her voice. It was so filled with power, power which I wanted.
“Saphira Marie Graves,” I said politely, knowing I would never hold as much power as Nirva did.
“Beautiful name you have. What were your parents?”
“My mother was Native American and French and my father was Argentinian and Caucasian.”
“That’s a beautiful mix. Where are your parents?”
“They are dead.” I felt my voice grow cold, saying such. “All of my family is dead.”
“I know about the hunters. I was the one to initiate their murder. I only asked about your parents. Be sure to only answer as I ask next time.”
“Yes ma’am.”
“Now, how did your parents die?”
“A warlock killed them in front of my eyes to use for potions,” I spoke bitterly.
“Was that what started the family business?”
“Yes ma’am. We became hunters hoping to one day find the same warlocks who killed our parents. I wasn’t really involved until they found them. I helped kill the warlocks and laughed as they begged for mercy, but that was the only time in my life I had ever been part of the hunting and the only time I had been so mean. I’m actually very shy and innocent. Well, I was.”
“She has some serious potential, Angel. I’m so proud of you and your judgment,” Nirva explained with an interested smile on her face.
“Thank you, Nirva.”
“Do you like living with Angel?” I looked at her then at Angel. I opened my mouth to speak, but shut it. I felt my face scrunch up. I wasn’t sure how to answer. I tried again to speak and failed, scrunching up my face once more in serious thought. “Spit it out, girl.” I jumped, startled by the power in her voice.
“He’s all I have now. That’s the best way I can put it,” I explained quickly.
“Is there a place you’d rather live?”
“No ma’am. I have no other place I could go.”
“What if I offered you a place to stay?”
“I’d say thank you and respectfully decline. My mental stability would be very much off kilter if I knew I was staying in Hell.” She laughed at this.
“This is technically not Hell. There’s still a ways to go before you get there, but I might have said the same thing in my past life.” I’m sure my face reminded anyone looking at it of one big question mark. “Why do you think Angel has brought you here?”
“You asked him to.”
“Of course, so why do you think I brought you here?”
“I’m sure you wanted to meet the girl that would be bothering your number one.”
“That’s part of it. Do you know what you are to him?”
“I’m his prisoner, his pet.”
“Something to that extent, yes. But because of that, you are what we call a Potential. This was your interview, if you will. I had to see if you had the potential to become one of us. Do you understand?”
“I’m a potential demon?”
“Yes.”
“I had no idea one could be made into a demon.”
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Exiled
FantasyWhat would you do if your whole family was killed by the one you loved, well thought you loved? Especially when you'd never even really looked at a guy in any kind a way before him. That's exactly what Saphira is forced to go through. Her boyfriend...
