Lucifer's Daughter

Chapter 18- The Daemons

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Chapter 18 – The Daemons

After the series of surprises unleashed last night, none of us could sleep. We sat in front of the fire as Drakos explained. "I may know a lot, Thana, but I am limited to words. Some things I cannot tell you yet." He started. Thana stayed silent and I just nodded. "You tell me that the barrier blocking the in between and the land of shadows had been broken. Has anyone escaped?" he asked. "I- well, we think someone may have." I explained. "Maybe, if! We aren't speculating my dear child. Your life is in danger and you must give me clear answers." Drakos eyes lit a fire.

"Its not my fault! I can't give you answers I am unsure of." I objected. Drakos groaned and set his tea cup aside. "There is no recorded evidence of how this barrier can be broken! Your mother- she- her blood. Her blood was used for the spell that fixated the barrier and the coven of witches responsible for the spell are long gone." he said. "Do not lie, Drakos!" Maeva intervened after almost an eternity of silence. "Our coven were the ones who fabricated the spell and it is very well known that any witch of the lineage of our coven can perform the spell and Im sure you know what happened." She shot out.

My eyes wandered to Drakos. His expression held fury and regret. "Maeva, there are thing happening in which I cannot explain. I get fleeting images when I wake in the morning. Things I cannot seem to explain. I feel darkness looming over us, awful things are yet to come." He said. Maevas attention turned to the fire. Silence and mystery hung in the air.

Every entity around us anticipated his words. The paintings came to life in order to listen, the fires roar of crackles diminished and the tea turned the darkest of shades. "We were a coven of great power. Unlimited power at that. After the slaughter of the witches during the battle of the lost souls, the elders were furious, and throughout the years, the rate of witches in the world has come to an alarmingly low rate, therefore, the elders are discussing the resurrection of the witches of our coven." He said in despair. Why is he desolate? His people will get to live once more. "They cannot possibly be thinking of such a thing!" Maeva cried in a horrified tone. Confusion was evident on my face.

"Thana, when a witch who died in vain is resurrected, their wrath would blind their souls and they would just look to destroy those who were the reason. However, resurrected witches have a cunning and twisted way of perceiving things so you never know what to expect." Maeva explained. For all we know they could see that your birth was the main motive behind the Lost Souls' agenda. They could tumble their rage over you and you shall face your demise. This was too much to process. I stood up with poise, not saying a single move.

Maeva and Drakos watched me closely, assessing my every move. They were afraid of my reaction; I could sense it. "Stop looking at me as if I were a bomb on count-down!" I snapped. "I want to be alone to reason. Much of what you said today is a threat to my life. At any instant I could get killed. The moment I arrived to the in-between I felt miserable and scared. Even my own father does not love me, let alone care about me. I have known nothing but unhappiness through my whole life, so excuse me if Id like some time to myself." My shivering voice uttered. I was on the verge of tears, but I did not have the strength to cry. I took delicate steps toward the large double doors. My hand touched the golden door handle, but before I applied pressure to open the door, I turned once more. "The sad part is I never chose this, it was all chosen for me. I just want to know when do I get a say in my life, when I get to decide." With that I exited the room and made my way to the room Drakos had given me.

I entered the Victorian chambers, the smell of wood calmed my nerves. There was a large windowsill that displayed the snow-covered trees. The sky ventured on its journey from night to day. The black night slowly turned a royal blue, the stars were still scattered about in the striking sky. In an hours time the brilliant glimmer of the stars will fade and the moon with it as well, but how can we forget about the marvelous crown of the sky? The full moon illuminated the white snow stunningly.

A sudden rush of energy surged through me and my whole body shook vigorously. I fell limp to the ground. The manuscript appeared in front of me, I lay my hand on it and the pages started flying around the room. With a wave of my hands, the pages dispelled in the air. A page stood out from the others it showed a golden glow, radiant it shone brightly. I reached out and grabbed it carefully. The page number read 666, what a lovely coincidence. I placed the page back into the manuscript and as soon as it binded to it, the other pages followed, leaving me baffled. The again, this isnt the weirdest thing that has happened to me ever since I arrived here.

In cursive, the page held the title of The Daemons. My eyes scanned the page and I soaked up every word as if it were an antidote. Apparently, Daemons are a hybrid of demons and lost souls. They believed they held more power than any living entity in the in-between, they believed they were superior to all living creatures, especially Lucifer. They had an anonymous leader who threatened Lucifer repeatedly and challenged him for the throne. This is where the infamous battle fell. In order to gain control of the region, bit by bit, the Daemons started forming allies, and their most vital associates were the lost souls. Due to their perplexing arrogance and their belief that they are superior, they chose to reside in the mortal world where they can acquire aristocratic careers and stations as well as embrace their preeminence, however, they had the ability to travel between worlds until the battle fell and they were banished and the portal sealed. The true enemies of the throne are not the lost souls as some believe, but they are daemons.