Demon |Book 1 (Editing in progress)

Chapter 26

Seth's POV

I walked into my bedroom, my eyes immediately being fixed on Jaxon. He laid on my bed shirtless, gazing down at the book in his hands.

I finished my speech a few hours ago. It felt good to be with my people again... out of the countless speeches I've given to them, that was most definitely the best. It feels good to issue a change around my kingdom. When I developed my memories back... I realized that ever since I was little I wanted a change. I wanted us all to come together as one.

I made my way over to the bed. I felt a burning sensation on my wrist... It was the mark we shared growing bright. If I'm being honest... It's been glowing since Jaxon sent those two demons back to hell.

''How was your shower?'' Jaxon asked me as I climbed onto the bed, pulling me out of my thoughts. He closed the book in his hands, flashing me a soft smile.

''It was good,'' I replied, laying next to him. I could tell something was wrong... he wasn't as energetic or lovable as he usually is.

''Can we talk about what is bothering you now?'' I asked him. His olive skin grew a pink tint as he avoided my gaze.

''Nothing is bothering me.'' He replied. I furrowed my eyebrows, crossing my arms across my chest.

''Look... we don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. But I know something is wrong, Jaxon. That mark on my wrist... it's been glowing ever since you went to Jules's parents. You told me it's a sign that you may need me... I don't really understand it fully yet- I just want to help.'' I said to him. He let out a deep sigh, turning his body back towards me. He had a soft smile lingering on his face as he brought his hand up to my cheek, running his thumb over it in a comforting motion.

''I can't get anything past you, can I?''

''Nope.''

He brought his lips to my forehead, planting a gentle kiss on it. Once he pulled away, his eyes were a light yellow color. I always loved that color... yellow. Maybe yellow was my favorite color because of Jaxon? Who knows...

''The demons said some things to me that just... cut deep I suppose.'' He said to me. I furrowed my eyebrows at the words he spoke. The demons are supposed to obey us no matter what... why would they hurt him intentionally?

''What did they say?'' I asked. A frown lingered on his lips, his blush growing deeper.

''I shouldn't be upset because of two lower class demons... They were just desperate to stay on earth.'' He replied, avoiding my question.

''Jaxon... what did they say?'' I repeated myself.

''They just... went on about Elena... you too. My mother...'' He said, his voice cracking at the thought of his mother. His gaze left my eyes once more...

''Tell me about your mother.'' I suddenly said. His frown suddenly turned into a soft smile... but his gaze still didn't return to mine. Instead, he took my hand, flipping it over so my palm was exposed. He traced the lines in my palm with a soft smile.

''She was a beautiful Italian woman. Dark brown hair to her waist, her olive skin always smelled warm and welcoming... her eyes were the prettiest brown. When she brought me for walks to see my uncle at his bakery... I remember that gold tint the sun would give them.'' He said. His eyes grew brighter with every word he spoke.

''She had a really heavy Italian accent... Sometimes it was hard to understand her. She didn't know English that well... When we ventured to different places I would have to translate for her. She was very big on keeping our culture alive... Italian music always played throughout our house. She was a good mother.'' He said to me. I felt a frown lingering on my lips... then why does he say she decided to commit suicide because of him?