Demon |Book 1 (Editing in progress)

Chapter 9

Seth's POV

''You're stronger than I thought.'' 

The words left Jaxon's lips, his voice full of astonishment. We were practicing hand to hand combat, later we would attempt again to connect with my abilities. My hands were wrapped around Jaxons wrists, his arms above his head. I was looming over him, my legs on either side of his body. He had a faint blush on his face, sweat beating down his forehead. 

''I practiced with my old friend Jules and other men for years, I don't rely on magic.'' 

He suddenly pushed himself up with force, taking me by surprise. His left hand wrapped around the collar of my shirt, his right hand gripping my side firmly. He pushed me onto my back, his hand snaking up to my wrist, pinning my arm above my head. His eyes flashed a bright yellow, his lips were twisted in a smirk. I watched as he slowly ran his tongue over his bottom lip before he spoke. 

''I'm more than two hundred years older than you, Seth... I'm more experienced in a lot of things.'' He whispered to me, and I felt the blush rising on my face. Dirty bastard...

''Your eyes are yellow... getting excited huh?'' I whispered to him. I watched as the smirk left his lips, the yellow in his eyes growing brighter. His grip around the collar of my shirt grew tighter, leaning down closer to me. 

''You should see your eyes, Angel.'' 

He let go of my shirt, his right hand letting go of my side. I watched as he climbed off of me, the smirk returning to his lips. He held his hand out, looking down at me with those yellow eyes of his. 

I gladly took his hand, pulling myself up. 

It's been about a week since I left my kingdom. And I have to admit... I'm kind of worried. I'm not worried about my mother, I'm worried about my people. Even though they did threaten to kill me... I swore to protect them always. I not only miss my people, but I also miss my grandfather. In my memories, it showed that he knew about who I was... and he wanted my mother to stop what she was doing. Even after knowing I was Lucifer's son, he still treated me with love and respect. I miss Estelle... I figure Jules wants nothing to do with me. 

He's another thing I am worried about. 

Jule's family has been great friends with my family for centuries. They are the family that will take on the throne if mine is dethroned. Since my mother had messed with Lucifer himself... the kingdom may not trust her or the rest of my family anymore. 

I know Jules. He's a dictator once into power. He will make France into slaves. He's joked with me for years that he was going to get the throne... Estelle his queen. The only thing that is holding Jules together is Estelle. I know Estelle too. She's strong, a fearless woman. But she will not let any man walk all over her. I admire that about her. No matter how much she loves Jules... if he goes crazy with power she will leave him in a heartbeat. 

''Seth, I must speak with you,'' Jayce said suddenly, walking out of the large mansion. He had a glass of whiskey in his hand, his purple painted nails wrapped tightly around it. He walked up to Jaxon and I with a confident strut, his black outfit giving off a soft glow in the sunlight. 

''What is it?'' I asked. His facial expression looked distraught, his icy blue eyes seemed to look darker than usual. He looked over to Jaxon, motioning for him to leave. 

''I'll talk to you later.'' Jaxon said softly, raising his hand and waving. He wandered off into the mansion to do God knows what. 

''We have a problem...'' Jayce finally said, glancing up with me with sympathy.