The Devil's Son: I Am No Angel

Chapter Eight: A Few More Months As A Human

He walked into the bar and the first person he was looking for was not Jackson or Tyler but Dominic, the one that had got under his skin just yesterday. He grunted as he knew he would be the only person in the world that he could ask for help from. He hated to admit it, that he actually needs that freak’s help but no matter what, he need to know, if his body really isn’t going to handle his power.

There he is, sitting on the other end of the bar drinking his beer. It’s obvious even the waitresses are digging his so called ‘coolness’ and already he notice that Damian is here. Angrily, Damian walked towards where Dominic sat. Slowly, he slides to the sit. The bartender stared at Damian with a disagreeing glare. Ah, Damian is underage to drink. But money could buy anything. He thought. He simply took out some cash and then glared at the bartender.

‘Same thing as his…..’ He looked down at the bartender’s name tag. ‘Bill.’ He said.  Bill stared at him with a hesitant look but immediately took the cash and got to the other side for the beer. ‘So, why did you call me here again?’ Dominic said sarcastically. Damian grunt and look at him. ‘Look! I just need to know something. Am I dying?’ Damian asked it straight forwardly, so straight forward that Dominic was shocked. But Dominic immediately got back to his calm side and laughed. ‘Yes, but not you. It’s your human body that is dying.’ Dominic added.

Damian arched an eyebrow at Dominic. Dominic caught his expression and sighed. ‘Everyone in here, they all have souls, dumb ass. Their body is just a shell. Once that shell is worn off, the term the humans use is, you die. But to us, the soul will just move on to the other realms, is either, heaven, hell or the horizon.’ Dominic said.

Once again, Damian arched an eyebrow at Dominic. ‘And what the hell does that had to do with me?’ Damian asked. Dominic shook his head and sighed. ‘Patients, brother.’ Dominic said. ‘I’m getting there. Like I said, when our shell is worn out, we die. A normal human being would die around the age of 60 to 80. As you can see, they ages. Me, on the other hand, I had died after my powers maturity that was when I was 20.’ Dominic pauses and drinks in the cold bottle of beer.

‘So, how in the world are you still here, alive?’ Damian asked.

Dominic rolled his eyes and sighed. ‘Like I said, when your body is worn out, your body dies, not your soul, moron!’ Dominic spat. Damian held back his protest and pretended he didn’t hear his last word. ‘I am now a full devil, though my blood still has some human DNA but I am still a devil. When you’re a supernatural creature, your soul solidify and can be touch and seen by humans. And they would have no idea what you truly are. And when you’re out of that stinking body of yours, your power will be at its peak, thus, you need immense concentration to hold back your powers. But in your case, you do not have human DNA, technically. Though, you had reincarnated, your human body is just a shell. With both Devil and Angel’s deathly power in that weak body of yours, your body would be strain to its limit, and finally it would give up and let go of your soul. Thus, then, your soul would solidify.’ Dominic said.

‘But if you say that only my body dies, then, why in the world when I kill myself, I die and have to reincarnate?’ Damian asked with a frustrated tone.

‘That’s because your power haven’t reach its maturity. And it isn’t the time for your body to die yet, so you reincarnate.’ Dominic said.

‘Okay. So, I’ll die around the age of twenty as well?’ Damian said and he shuddered at the thought.

‘Technically, how fast you’ll ‘die’ depends on how fast your power recovers. Right now, we’ll wait until the signs shows. Then, we’ll burn your body.’ Dominic said.

Quietly, he stared at Dominic with his eyes widen. How can he speak so casually about death? But it must also be because he is a devil. Damian turned back to his beer and quickly glops down the whole bottle, hoping it would wash away his sudden fear of Dominic. ‘Now, now, Damian, don’t tell me that you’re afraid of death.’ Dominic said as he put his arm over Damian’s shoulders.

Damian couldn’t answer. The thought of him dead, just never come in to his mind before. But it is just temporally right? Only his human body dies, not his soul, there were nothing to be afraid off. He let out a sigh of relief. Keep this thought, Damian. He said to himself.

‘Wow, looks like you two became friends!’ Tyler said. Damian turned and saw Tyler’s arm around Sophia’s shoulders and smirking at both of them. Jackson was playing with his car keys as he walks in. Damian smiled at them. Maybe I could live normally before I die, just a while longer. Damian thought.

‘Hey, hey, hey, Damian boy, you’re being naughty!’ Jackson pointed at Damian’s drink with a smirk. Damian looks at the beer in his hand and laughed. ‘It wouldn’t be fair if you didn’t get us some too.’ Jackson added. Immediately, both Tyler and Damian laughed.

That’s right, a few more months as humans.