Two hours passed and after fooling around with my homework, I realize dinner is about to start. However, as I focus on that; the prophecy has been in my mind.
I know where it is. It is in the Edith Library near Oakston University. But how can I get there without alarming others. I might need Mal’s help.
What is my plan?
Questioning how I’m going to complete the first trial Dantailon lay out for me, I walk out of my room and to the dining room. When I get to the area, I sit down across from where mom sits. Looking at the table, there is a basket of bread rolls, those sweet rolls mom always buy, a bowl of green beans, and another bowl of mashed potatoes. Nearby is a pitcher of ice tea. I glance over at the kitchen to see mom bringing out one of her best dishes she always make, her meatloaf.
After confessing the truth that she was not my birth mother, I do not want to call her Anne. She still is my mother. Looking at her trying at least to make the rest of this night as normal it can be. However, after discovering this world about demons and that I’m a demonic offspring. How can this still be normal? Whatever the matter is, I guess tonight I can focus on eating with my mother and worry about the demonic mess another day.
Smelling mom’s meatloaf, it truly is amazing. She only makes meatloaf if she wants my day to be better. She knows me.
Approaching near the edge of the table, mom carries the scrumptious meatloaf topped with green pepper slices and layered with her tomato paste as she sits the dish right to center of the edge. However, when she brings out the plates, she brings out three.
Three?!
Who is the third person? Usually our dinners are only just between the both of us. Do not tell me the third is that Nick guy. I see her usually putting my plate in front of me, and then put her plate near her chair; now she puts the third plate right near the end of the table. As she is ready to set the utensils, I have to find out is Nick coming for dinner.
“Mom!”
“Yeah, sweetie.”
“Who’s the third plate for?” I ask. “Is it for Nick?”
“Nick?”
“Yeah, so is Nick coming for dinner?”
“No, he is not.”
“Who then?”
Then that familiar swoosh sound comes in and then I realize who is really the third wheel. I turn my head slightly back to see it is none other than Mal. A bit surprise actually that she invited Mal.
For once, I felt like a nincompoop. If Nick was coming to dinner, he would have stay instead of leaving. Quite ill-advised in my part.
“Sorry about that mom.” I say trying to feel sorry for my brash attitude against him.
“That’s okay son.” She nods as she continues, “I tried asking Nick to stay at least spend one night having dinner with you and me, but he declined.”
“You think it was because of me?”
She moves her eyebrows down a bit and pouts her lips trying to show a face that she does not think it was because of me.
“You didn’t tell him that Caden is a demon.” Mal says.
“Absolutely not and that was not the reason.” She replies.
Mal shakes his head agreeing with her.
“So if you won’t mind, will you like to join us Mal.” She says.
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The Demon Trials (The Demon Trials #1)
ParanormalSixteen-year-old Caden Abele is a rising, high school soccer player. He's supposed to have the best time of his life. However, a troubling dream, a mysterious journal, and surviving an attack from a demon impersonating his history teacher will all f...