Sealer of Your Fate

Chapter 1 (Trigger Warning)

Trigger Warning: S*icide, mentions of abuse and r*pe

One year later.

As the demon stood over Amaris's crib, watching her sleep, he recalled his conversation with his Lords a year ago, with how uncertain everything had been at the time.

"You're over six thousand years old, Christopher. Surely the eighty or so years that the child lives will go in the blink of an eye," Asmodeus had said.

"You're encouraging me to do this?"

"You have no choice," Merihem stated.

"Forceful demon guardianship has not been performed in hundreds of years. We wish to observe your relationship with the child, and the outcome," Balam explained.

"Can't you see the future?"

"I can see many futures, many possible outcomes. We wish to observe which one actually occurs."

"You will provide us a great service in doing so. Perhaps it will even promote you to high eldership," Asmodeus said.

"But high eldership is only appointed to those in service ten thousand years or longer."

"This is potentially the most important task we have asked of any demon in eons," Balam explains, "You will have earned the role of high eldership regardless."

Christopher would be the youngest high elder in the history of the realm of demons...

So he complied.

But he actually ended up enjoying himself.

His bond with Amaris grew ever stronger. He'd taken it upon himself to find ancient literature on demons bound to humans, and the relationships that at times formed. Some developed deep and powerful friendships; others were simply working partners.

Others resulted in Cambions, the half-breeds.

He decided it would be best to embrace the bond he was forming with Amaris, marveling at her adorable milestones. She could sit and crawl now, and stand for a few moments and would likely soon be walking. She oddly enough seemed happy and peaceful when her demon was present, which only made them closer.

Amaris's father, Alexander, on the other hand, seemed to be coming undone at the seams.

He'd kept Carlotta's grimoires as a way of memorializing her, but he never opened them. Alexander was too afraid of what he'd find. He knew that his wife had been practicing witchcraft, and had suspected that she'd perhaps made some kind of pact with a darker entity in order for him and Carlotta to have had Amaris. What would that mean for Amaris's future? What did it mean in terms of Carlotta's death?

Alexander was too afraid to find out.

So he did his best to raise his daughter on his own, but he was clearly losing it. Alexander was constantly questioning himself; had he really seen a dark, shadowy figure standing in the corner of Amaris's room? Or was it simply his imagination?

Unable to contain his emotions and doubts, Alexander began drinking.

Alexander was currently downstairs, drinking his troubles away. As Amaris lay in her white crib, her demon gazing down at her longingly, her little eyes flutter open. Pale blue in color, they land immediately on her demon friend, and she breaks into a single-toothed smile.

"Good evening, my lovely." He scoops her up and holds her in his arms, "What's got you awake?"

The baby babbles in response.

"Ssshhhhh, we can't have your father hearing us." He listens for Alexander, but hears nothing.

Christopher sighs, "Can't you grow up already? Our conversations will be so much more fun when you can actually speak."