The Devil's Son ✔

Sacrifices

LUCIAN

My father found me with no problem, the lingering voice of the fallen angel wove through the air like a million snakes – promising they wouldn't bite. I knew all too well that if I let them close, they were more vicious than any demons Lucifer could conjure.

'You've been busy, my son,' he albeit whispered. The curling tones of his words slithered up my back and wrapped ever so casually around my neck. As if waiting for the right time to tighten. I had been waiting for this moment ever since I had killed Juliana, although it was too easy for Him to bring her back if He wished it.

'We had a little tiff,' I answered as casually as possible, trying to make my shoulders relax as I leafed through the Almanac with trembling fingers.

'You know what I love?' he replied, matching my casualty with a perfected tone that reminded me that he was inhuman. I didn't answer his question and instead stared at the ancient words of the Almanac. They seemed to be screaming, writhing with fear and agony as the Darkness itself entered the library.

My heightened senses told me he wasn't looking at me but at something else. My eyes darted to the soul globe settled on a velvet cushion next to me. The six lines in it were visible, etched with the soul of a mother who loved her daughter.

'I love it when I can smell your fear, Lucian'

He was suddenly next to me, his smooth long fingers on my shoulder and his lips close to my ear. One long nail poked against my Adam's apple and I fought the urge to swallow, 'You were always going to be weak, that was my mistake for choosing a human woman,' he murmured. His musings seemed distant, personal, as if he were just thinking aloud. Then again, I'd never seen Him properly enraged, Lucifer cared for nothing and no one.

'Is there something you'd like to talk to me about?' I managed, looking forward at the glass windows that looked out on the wild garden. I could see our reflection in the faerie glass, and I despised it.

He was a full fledged ancient being, dwarfing me in comparison in size as well as aura. It was nearly impossible to breathe with the ancient Elder in a room without feeling like your lungs were being pressured sadistically, every push making your breathing more laboured.

He had chosen long blonde hair today, straight and platinum it reached his hips and framed an angelic face that was flawless except for the eyes that blazed with ice so pale it was searing hot and painful to look into.

'What is it, Lucian?' he whispered, his breath feeling like dagger traces across the rim of my ear. Slowly, his eyes met mine in the glass, 'What have you done now, my boy?'

CIRIN

I had been napping under the bench when the screaming started.

'Ow!' I yelled out as I sat up so quickly, my head banged against the marble bench. I rolled aside, rubbing the spot that would surely bruise as I blinked into the sunlight.

As another scream ensued, the hair all over my body stood up and the pixies that annoyed me every second of the day stopped in their tom foolery and stayed alert, swaying just above the tufts of grass as they spoke gibberish to each other in high chirped voices.

The scream belonged to Master Lucian.

It was a terrible symphony of pain, anger and fear. My eyes flickered upwards to see that the sunny day was starting to turn grey and then black as raindrops as thick as the pixies shot down from the sky in angry aggressive showers.

I gulped, moving back under the marble bench to save my matting fur as I listened to the screams turn to sobs and then to silence.

☠☜◊✙◊☞☠