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8
Isat on the luxurious red and gold couch in the library room. It was massive, two stories high and books lined every wall. Sunlight filtered through the three wall-length stained glass windows, dousing the room in a warm glow. The first window depicted an angel, the second, a demon, and the third had them both back-to-back with swords drawn.
It intrigued me, but I drew my eyes away as Dezikiel sighed.
He was seated in the armchair before me, with Creeper in the other beside him.
Jack was perched on the couch with me, while Chumley was sitting on the arm of the couch on my other side. Bug stood off to the side, tapping his foot on the royal red carpeting.
“Lily, I’m extremely pleased with how well you’re taking all of this. I know I helped ease you into it, as I felt that would be best. And now it’s time to tell you everything, tell you just what you are,” Dezikiel said, his expression dropping as he clasped his hands between his knees.
“I have so many questions,” I admitted softly. I’d tried so hard to keep all my questions under wraps, but it was eating away at me now.
“I know. I’ll do my best to answer. But to start, it’s time you knew the truth. Lily, you are a demonic creature, just like every other student here. Demonic creatures come into being in many ways, but you are special,” Dezikiel started.
So it was true. I was a demonic creature. I’d figured as such, but I’d needed to know for sure. And yet, that didn’t terrify me or shock me as much as I thought it would. Maybe it was what he’d done earlier, or it was my monsters all around me, the creatures I’d come to be so comfortable around. Even in their newfound human states.
“You are the daughter of Asmodeus, a Prince of Hell,” Dezikiel stated, and my chest tightened.
Okay, that sounded big. A Prince of Hell? What the hell was that? Dezikiel had already told me he had royal bloodlines, but a Prince?
“There are six Princes of Hell, and they are the first demons to ever be created by Lucifer. The most powerful of them all. They are condemned to manage Hell alongside him, but on rare occasions, they can break out. As your father did. He caused damage when he first arrived, but after a few months, he fell for a woman. Something we are still struggling to understand. From everything we learned, the first demons, the Princes, should not be capable of love. They were designed as soldiers, protectors for Lucifer,” Dezikiel said, those deep brown eyes watching me carefully, as if he was expecting me to freak out.
My father was a freaking Prince of Hell. Of course he was. He couldn’t have just been a plumber.
Mom had never spoken about him, and her unwillingness to speak of him only made me hate him more.
And then Dezikiel had told me he’d been protecting us. Was that why he’d abandoned us too? something told me a Prince of Hell couldn’t just start up being a suburban dad at random.
And now I had a name for him.
Asmodeus. A real demon.
“When those born via demonic means reach eighteen years of age, their powers awaken. Until then, they normally lead very human lives. We don’t ruin that for them, instead choosing to teach them and guide them when their powers awaken.
I know I said you have a choice to stay here, but I’m afraid I lied about that. Demonics need to remain at the Academy until all their powers are discovered and they learn to wield them safely, and control them.”
“So when you said ‘if I chose to stay’, that was a lie?” I snorted. Of course it was.
But to be honest, I didn’t blame him. I was a daughter of a demonic Prince. What did that mean for me? What powers would I have?
He gave me a sad smile and nod, but I moved onto my next question. I’d already made up my mind to stay.
“What powers can demonics have?” I asked, focusing on the bigger picture. “And I’m eighteen, nothing has happened.”
“Not yet, only at midnight on your eighteenth birthday will your powers awaken. I wanted to inform you of everything before then, so you could have a better understanding of the world you’d find yourself plunged into. As for powers, they can vary. Mr. Baron has the ability to sense what your powers are and teach you how to wield them. That is why he was chosen to be an instructor here at Everwood. Some demonics can project themselves, like your hellhounds. Others can possess telekinetic powers, or even telepathic ones. Others have such an incredible prowess with weapons or combat that even a marine would be jealous. The list goes on, and you can read all about them in the many books in this very room,” Dezikiel said as he waved his hand around the room.
I stared at all the walls filled to the ceiling with books. It was daunting, especially if theyallcontained information on demonics. And angelics.
“You said the studies would be on angelics and demonics, but only demonics come to this Academy. Why is that?” I asked, curiosity winning out as I took in everything he’d said.
I felt Jack shift uncomfortably beside me, and I flicked a curious glance at him, noting his stiffness. Chumley’s jaw had set too when I glanced over at him, and it made me worry.
“Demonics and angelics don’t normally mix,” Dezikiel said carefully.
“Demonics are seen as being below angelics, like worms,” Creeper spoke up from his seat beside Dezikiel, which earned him a dark look from said man. He said it like it was a foul taste in his mouth, and I wondered if he had a strange hatred for them.
“Well, guess that’s good to know,” I muttered. So I was hated just for being me. Awesome.
