The Devil's Call.

Chapter 20 | Vidan

Chapter 20 | Vidan

The fox clan was a mess.

A disaster state would perhaps be more accurate.

Large yellow tents had been slashed, wooden items broken and fox clan bodies spread around. Trees were singed, a layer of ash covered the ground and the air was filled with wails of loss, sorrow and anger. It was clear a large fight had broken out, and I was utterly shocked father hadn't gotten wind of this.

"Prince Vidan!"

The voice cut through the air like a knife and, caused all other noises to halt. I turned towards it, Lady Irone stormed over, her red hair tied back in a braid, her tail had been tied around her waist. She dressed in a tight, chain sorts of armor. I watched the silver – almost white, armor shimmer and tilted my head towards it.

"You're wearing holy silver?" I asked her mildly interested.

Her ears twitched, her eyes narrowing, "Why are you here?"

"I heard something here happened after mother left," I drawled out, "there is not point in hiding it now. I want answers about Cronas. He was here, wasn't he?"

Her eyes widened and she glanced around almost nervously. Through the crowd I noted her sister, Lacy, sporting a long gash across her face. The gashes edges were red and angry, at the tips of the ripped flesh I noted the remains of a burn.

As if she had been cut by a flaming sword.

"Come," Irone snapped, "we will talk in my tent."

My head whipped back over to her and I nodded. Silently, Eric and Poppy followed after me. Irone led us to a large tent, one that seemed completely intact. She pushed the fold aside and stepped in – we followed.

Once inside, Irone spoke, "Whatever you're doing throwing around his name you need to stop. This is not your fight, this is not a child's fight. Why are you here Vidan?"

I straightened, "You're right it is not a child's fight and I am no child. If Cronas is wreaking havoc through hell and threatening my family then this is my fight as well. What happened here Lady Irone? Do not make me ask twice."

A small sigh escaped her lips and she sat down onto a throne of furs and bones, "You and your mother are so alike. She briefly stopped here on her way to the Almighty with Abaddon. A few days later he came, in the form of a child. Mismatched eyes. I should have known he was a fallen, I should have known he was evil. His power was nothing like I had ever seen. He destroyed everything without moving, and without changing back to his normal state. That is the power of Cronas, the fallen angel of practice."

"Of practice?" Poppy asked.

Irone nodded, "He's basically the grandfather of science. Well, science beyond mortal standards. He was banished when he took it too far – he started to do experiments, evil ones. He was the one who made the very first demons."

"What?" Eric gasped.

She nodded, "He took souls and morphed them with darkness and power. Different souls of different creatures but the result was the same. Us – demons. Then, he put the fallen angel Lucifer in charge and he vanished."

"What does he want? Why is he back?" I demanded, pressing her for more knowledge.

She hesitated.

"Irone nothing good comes from keeping secrets," I urged.

"Cronas wanted to make a creature that was immune to both light and darkness. One invincible to the rules of Hell and the Almighty. He tried to make a child of both demon and angel blood by seducing an angel in a mortals body. That didn't work and the child came out half angel and half human. So once the angel died, he stole her bones and made a creature of false light, and mixed him with demonic powers. That also didn't work," she said sadly, softly.