DEMONS DESIRE

Untitled Part 2

CHAPTER 2 : LUTHER

A couple of months have passed; Jason and I became best friends. I became used by the way human live and communicate. I made lots of friends, gone to school and discovered things. I experienced anger, fear, disappointment, confusion and happiness, now I know what it means to live. The only thing is, I don’t have any news from my father he haven’t said a word to me lately, I can’t contact him through telepathy. I’m getting worried, especially now. I noticed something has been following me lately, I don’t know if it’s an enemy or a demon, I’m feeling uneasy about this stalker. I smell trouble. I was walking at the street when suddenly something is holding me, I can’t see it its choking me I can’t breathe my vision begins to blur I can’t be killed this way but this is pain, we can be pained. Someone help me, and as a signal I sensed a dark magic around me then I felt the grip loosened and finally let go of me.

“Are you okay?” this voice is familiar, when I looked up; it was the guy who called my father weird. I stared at him with all my curiosity, this guy can’t be the one who used the dark magic maybe I’m wrong. “You’re father told you to be on guard! Why did you let yourself get caught by a monster? Are you out of your mind? Huh?!” he snapped, whoa what? “What are you? I asked him? Are you a demon too?” I told him? Why haven’t I noticed it the day I first met him? I can’t sense a demons blood in him. “No, let’s discuss this at your place.” He told me, I nodded. So, the first time I met him he kind of pissed me, then the second he saved me and he knew my father all along, now he’s telling me he’s something else and something is hunting me down? This is ridiculously weird.

As we entered my house or my father’s house to be exact, he went directly at my kitchen then opened my fridge “yeah right, feel at home do whatever you please” I told him with full of sarcasm, he stared at me then took a carton of juice and drink it directly. Shucks! This guy doesn’t know a thing about proper manners! “Well? You have something to explain, spill it.” I told him. He looks at me straightly then spoke “I’m half demon, half human in your own term you call us the lost souls. I’m your fathers’ student in dark magic; he trained me to be a mage of dark magic. He told me that he’s going to send me his half demon half angel daughter, which is you. You’re in trouble; he wants me to keep you out of it.” Okay, this is awkward, weird and crazy. Awkward because he knew my race, what I am and my father, weird because he’s acting so mighty that he thinks I owe him something and because I’m in trouble and crazy, because he is obliged to take care of me? A jerk and asshole like him? That’s totally crazy! But, first thing is first. “Why can’t I contact my father?” I ask him, it’s been a week. “Hell is on the verge of calamity, monsters try to invade the demons kingdom. Lucifer is busy fighting the, and putting an end to the war and you as his pureblood and only daughter the next heir of the throne is the most target of the monster underlings. That’s the reason why I’m here to protect you.” He told me, but my mind went blank, my father is in trouble I need to go to him.

I ran out of the house to the portal where the demons leave and enter hell, I haven’t noticed he’s fallowing me. “Twaylem, Don’t go there its dangerous!” he told me, he’s holding my arms “no! I have to papa is in trouble I have to save him!” I shouted to him, he twirled me and now I am facing him I can’t think of anything else right now, I have to go help my father, he’s been the only one that could understand me.” What can you do?” he told me straight into my eyes, my head rang. Just exactly ‘what can I do, to save papa?’ my eyes began to swell, tears cascade at my cheeks “you don’t understand anything, I know I can’t do anything but I’ll do my best to help him” I whispered, I feel weak and useless. Why can’t I do anything? “You think if you’ll die it’ll be helpful? Twaylem, your father sent you here to be safe! He wants you to be safe! Can’t you understand that? He wants you to live!” he shouted at me, my tears are flowing nonstop “what can I do? I don’t want to lose my father Luther; he’s the only one, the only one left for me. He’s the only person I know that will be there for me till’ the end, I don’t want to lose him” I cried Luther hugged me then whispered “I don’t want to lose the person, who took care of me either Twaylem, we’ll find ways. We will save him.” He hugged me tight then carried me back home, “don’t worry we’re going to save him okay?” I don’t know why but his words made me calm and protected. What is Luther’s part in my life? I feel so safe with him.. Is he part of the pieces I am searching for to me be whole?