The Demon Trials (The Demon Trials #1)

Chapter 8

Everything is making sense right now. Now it is getting clear from the daydream to the journal to the threats.  Can’t believe I was born half of a demon. And my father mother is the man…or demon who has written The Demon Trials and all other stuff in his missing journal.

Can’t believe it.

 Why mom did not tell me at least his name.

I still want to know if he is still alive, but just digesting the fact he is my father is an understatement. 

Did I look like him?

Did he ever care about me?

It was hard really to go through those years mainly throughout my childhood without a father. Even though my mother tried to be the “two-figure” parent in many situations, there were some situations that were best suited for just the father to take care of. My mother did a great job raising me; I’m not criticizing that. However, I just felt maybe it would have been nice to had time playing peewee sports or camping or fishing with my father. I needed to know who he was. Now that I know that the man who left me when I was born is actually a demon, I’m taken a stark back to try to fully understand why he left in the first place.

Since being a demon, I think it was hard for Dantailon to try to be the father he needed to be. If it is the case, maybe I would understand a little bit better now than when I was younger. Maybe it was hard to raise a half-human/half-demon. Reading his journal, my father written that a Devos will struggle between light and dark and…and will be the Rare One. Mal needs to tell me more.

I approach near my side of the bed hearing the squeakiness of the springs as Mal sat on the side of it while I had to take a step back. Letting a huge exhale out of mouth after finding out Dantailon is my dad.

Mal sitting near bed glances over my direction near the desk area where I was standing nearby. It seemed he a lot to get out of his chest. I commend him for telling me the truth, yet I do not think that is not all. He is still keeping more.

“Mal!” I yell.

“It’s Malphas.” He says assertively.

“Malphas?!” I ponder touching on the fact that I know that name before and it was indeed from the journal dad wrote. It appear to be one of the points Dantailon wanted to state by jotting down those names to make me know them. Because in some way, he knew I was probably going to meet them soon. Two I have not yet met: my father and Asmodeus. Hopefully, I will not meet Asmodeus soon. I stand near Mal or Malphas right near him to the edge corner of the bed. I sit on the opposite side.

Touching my palms in my left arm I felt a strange, menacing feeling through my body like a brush of wind had just blown into my room.

“I can still call you Mal?” I ask.

“I’m fine with that.” He responds appearing more appreciative.

“Okay, so do you have any suggestion on what should I do?” I say.

“You are not ready.” He replies.

“What you mean I’m not ready? I just defeated one of those hellions.” I say trying to prove maybe I can handle myself.

“Listen Caden, your father didn’t promise me to let you die without making sure you keep that under control.” He says.

“Wait…” I pause as I use my right pointer finger to touch my chest. “You mean my demonic side.”

“Yes!” He says affirmatively.

“I can see what powers I have so I can use them as self-defense when another demon strikes.” I say trying to make him see I would not be helpless.