Demon |Book 1 (Editing in progress)

Chapter 12

The Queen sat with her son in the felid of sunflowers, watching as he made a flower crown in his smaller hands. He was about nine years old now, a little too old for the Queen's liking. She missed the small boy she once had, the one who depended on her for everything.

''Mommy, I made this for you.'' He said to her, looking up at her with big green eyes. The Queen smiled brightly, taking the flower crown from her son's hands.

''Thank you, Seth. It's beautiful, just like those eyes of yours.'' She said softly, bringing a hand to his cheek. He wriggled away from her touch in embarrassment, causing the Queen to break into laughter.

''Darling, could I speak to you about something?'' She asked. He nodded his head, gazing up into her blue eyes.

''When I'm dead and no longer with you, I don't want you to be sad. I want you to be happy for me.'' She stated. He furrowed his eyebrows, confused by what she said. Why would she bring this up suddenly? The deep concept wasn't hard for him to understand. He is a rather smart boy for his age.

''Why bring this up?'' He asked her.

''You never know when you're going to lose someone you love. You never know when God says it's your time to go... so cherish every moment. Make every moment last, my darling.''

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One week later

Jaxon's POV

''Ah, there you are,'' Jayce said as I walked into his office, closing the book he had in his hands. I walked over to the desk, sitting opposite of him.

''I'm sorry we haven't spoken in a while, I've been taking care of Seth... and I definitely needed some rest after that adventure,'' I muttered. I watched as he stood up, making his way over to the shelf of alcohol he had. He clicked his fingers and two glasses appeared on the table.

''Understandable, don't apologize... We must speak of what happened though.'' He said. I nodded my head slowly, watching as he poured wine into the glasses. He handed one to me with a smile before he took his, sitting down behind his desk once more.

''Thank you for being so patient, Jayce,'' I said. He took a sip of his wine before speaking.

''I'm about four hundred years old Jaxon, I'm all about patience.'' He replied.

''Have you heard anything about what happened?''

He nodded his head slowly, gazing at me with a frown on his lips. I figured he would know about Seth's mother, sometimes the vampires that tend to Seth's needs talk to him. The vampires must have told him.

''We were too late. I suppose I could have cut her down from the rope, but Seth and I were both in shock... I felt frozen in place until they forced Seth down in front of the stage as she died, that's when I acted.'' I said. I brought my glass of wine up to my lips, gazing at his confused expression.

''I also heard that he pulled the sword... out of his chest? How did he instantly heal?'' He said in almost a whisper. I nodded my head slowly, placing the glass of wine on the table.

''He's the son of Lucifer, Jayce. I'm not surprised...''

We sat in silence for a few moments. I watched as he had a look of amazement on his face, his eyes looked deep in thought. I couldn't help but think of Seth... he's been in bed for the past week, hardly eating. He's been taking his mother's death pretty hard. He feels as if his grandfather's and mother's death is because of him. I keep telling him that's far from the truth... but he won't listen.