Demon |Book 1 (Editing in progress)

Chapter 19

Ten hours later, 9:32 PM

TW: torture scene (sad face)

Jaxon's POV

''Jaxon, you need to rest... please,'' Jayce said to me, pressing me back down on the bed. The pain was getting worse and worse, and I was so awfully tired... but I needed to find Seth. He was in pain, he kept going on the brink of death and coming back... He needed me, the mark on my wrist wouldn't stop glowing.

''Seth is in pain, Jayce. He's in trouble, I NEED TO GO GET HIM.'' I screamed back at him, pulling myself out of the bed. I felt a pain instantly shoot up my leg as I walked across the floor, my legs instantly giving out.

''Jaxon. You just killed thousands of men in a matter of seconds and commanded Seth's demon army back to hell. You must REST.''

''WHERE IS HE?'' I screamed, gazing up at the sky. The pain in my chest was getting worse. I promised myself I would let nobody hurt Seth again. I should have made him go back with Jin and Magdalene. I should have stood by him.

The men around us suddenly picked their swords back up, throwing nasty slurs at Elena and I. The Encanto seemed to wear off... I can't fight like this. There was too many of them.

I couldn't help but grow angry. These people are supposed to be loyal to Seth, and they are fighting against him. He has shown love for these people... and even after this, he would still love them. Seth has been through hell and back... and now this? Taken away by some sort of angel?

Humans. The race that discriminates the most. The race that has taken everything away from us. The race that is angry, rude, not forgiving... the race that thinks they are superior.

If they want war.

They could have it.

''BEGONE!'' I screamed, aiming my hand towards the sky. Yellow energy shot out of my hand, shaking the woods to its core. The ground began to shake, the sound of thousands of men screaming filling my ears. The sound of swords and shields filled the woods, falling abruptly to the ground. The demons looked at me in wonder, some of the undead looking at me with the greatest smile on their lips. They were proud of me, and I knew my father was proud of me. They wanted me to cause destruction.

''Sir-'' One of them began. I instantly held up my fingers, averting my eyes to the ground. I was, in fact, royalty too in the underworld... but I'm not proud of it.

''All of you... return to your home. Now.'' I declared. The demons and undead immediately fled back to the hole they leaked out of obediently, not aware of Seth's absence. They were too caught up in the thrill of battling with the humans; they have probably been wanting to do that for centuries.

I immediately fell onto the ground in exhaustion, the thought of Seth on my mind.

''You... you don't care, do you? Seth is out there being HURT REPEATEDLY AND YOU'RE JUST STANDING THERE!'' I screamed at him, feeling the tears well up in my eyes. He was definitely being tortured. I felt each time as he was slipping away from living, but of course, he came back each time. I wasn't experiencing everything he was feeling, only a small part of it... if this was only a small part of it...

''YOU KNOW DAMN WELL I CARE ABOUT THAT BOY! HE'S LIKE MY SON-''

''THEN WHY THE FUCK AREN'T YOU LOOKING FOR HIM?'' I yelled back at him, pain shooting up my back. I wanted so desperately to stand up and look for him myself, but the pain was so awful I couldn't move. I couldn't do anything...

''We don't know what we are up against, Jaxon. It could be one of the elder angels, it could simply be one of the Nephilim. Regardless we are outnumbered.'' He said sternly, kneeling down next to me on the floor.