Demon's Path

Chapter 4 Calling "It"

A quarter past three, I woke naked in my father’s bed. My screams seemed to have gone unheard. I passed out sometime after my father had began, and I shivered at what he had done to me. I took a peek at him, he was fast asleep, so I slipped, with no clothing I could use. Quickly I entered my room, and I was grateful I never let go of the paper. I hid on the other side of my bed, and opened the paper,

“Venite ad me daemonia,” I attempted to read out loud, “Venite ad me daemonia.” I looked around, nothing had changed. I looked to the ground and almost cried, but I went to retrieve nightwear. Aviana slithered next to me and wrapped herself around me and covered what I would want hidden and her tongue tickled my skin. I grabbed something and I sat on my bed after Aviana readjusted herself, “Please come...,” I whispered, and my tears fell one by one.

“I am already here, Zera Blackwell.” I looked up to a tall man in a long black cloak, his hair was white as snow, his eyes purple. He looked at Aviana, “Hello, you are a good demon for protecting your master.”

She hissed and her grip on me tightened. The fresh wounds began to hurt, and I felt something trickle down my back, “You aren’t the black cat I met.”

“As I said, that is not my true form, neither is this form, I just was able to know what you wanted to see.” He held out his hand. I looked at Aviana and her eyes were crimson, I nearly shrieked, but I was too tired and I merely jumped slightly. “She won’t hurt you if she’s gone this long without doing so.” The man said and I saw Aviana slithering onto my bed.

“What are you?” I tried not to let the fear in my voice show.

“I have already told you, I am a demon and so is your little Aviana, I know what your father did to you.” The demon leaned forward, his piercing lavender eyes shining through his snow white hair.

“H-he...” The demon put a longer, slender finger on my lips.

“You don’t have to say it...I’m here now.” He whispered. I cried, “For now, I’ll do my best to protect you.” He whispered in my ear, it was as if hearing a foreign language I never heard before.

“You will?” I asked him, managing to not fear him, not quite. All I could think about, the family crest. Snake.

“Of course, if you accept me that is.” His voice was like a lullaby, so smooth and gentle. His eyes soft and welcoming, I didn’t understand it.

“I-I...accept...y-you...” I whispered, he smiled, though I was shocked. “Demon, what is your name?”

“Elijah Pond.” He picked me up and held me protectively and closely, his breath was warm on the crown of my head. “If you wish, I can change it...” He said rubbing my arm, as if avoiding my wounded back, though he got my broken arm and I covered a cry of pain, then he pulled his hand away with an apologetic look.

I wanted to laugh, but what my father had done changed me and exhausted me, I was tired of this, of him. “Change your name just because I tell you to? That’s ridiculous.” I whispered.

He tilted his head and looked me in the eye smiling, “Not for a demon, my lady.” He set me down next to Aviana on my stomach. “I’ll tend to your wounds my lady, then we will dress you and let you sleep.” He whispered and started helping my wounds ease a bit. I let out silent cries, still overwhelmed by everything that had happened, Elijah must have noticed my body getting tense, “Are you alright my lady?” He whispered into my ear, it sent chills down my spine.

“I want him to hurt.” Was all I said, all I could manage, luckily all I wanted to say.

“With time, I can make it happen.” He said quietly, massaging my shoulders. “You know, your father has no right to beat you, let alone whip and sexually abuse you.” He stated as if an everyday issue, I didn’t feel the pains in my back anymore, had they healed? “Why don’t you tell the authorities my lady?”

“He’ll find out before anything takes place.” I said, my voice was empty, I almost didn’t recognize it as my voice.

“I see...if you give me time, I can make you safe.” He said, my eyes began to droop, I struggled to stay awake as he began to put the bandages on. “After I finish bandaging you, you may rest, but please, try to stay awake my lady.” He whispered soothingly, listening to his voice was like a lullaby a mother would sing to her child. One I never had. Was he really a demon? “I have taken interest in you my lady.” He said, I could almost hear the smile creep onto his face again. “Your father blames you for your mother’s death, not wanting to accept it was natural causes.” He said as if stating fact, it wasn’t natural. Was it?

“She died during childbirth.” I explained to him, perhaps he didn’t understand.

“Yes, a lot of women die from childbirth.” He whispered sitting me up and reaching for my night gown. He put it on me, “Now my lady, you may rest.” He looked laid me back on my stomach. I suppose so my wounds won’t open as I sleep, “Good night my lady, I’ll be right outside.” He whispered with a sick smile, I looked away from him and into the pillow, next to Aviana I fell asleep.