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It made me think of the disgusted looks I’d gotten when I’d lived on the streets.
“This school is to help you learn everything about the real world, the truth out there, and master your own abilities. It’s also a safe haven for demonics, warding you from those seeking to harm you,” Dezikiel said.
“You said Jack kept me from going out when others were seeking me, what did you mean by this? And why?”
“Jack can sense when a tracking spell has been attempted on you, or when someone is searching for you with bad intentions. Each of your hellhounds possesses a special ability linked to you it seems,” he mused, clearly intrigued by the idea that their abilities were linked to me.
“Why? Why would anyone be after me?” I questioned, my interest piqued by how they had special abilities involving me. What were they?
“Demonics are unwanted creatures on Earth, and there are hunters out there who specialize in hunting them. Demonics who retain their souls, like those at Everwood, tend to remain off the radar because they don’t do anything stupid to catch their attention. But being the daughter of a Prince of Hell means that when a tracking spell is laid to hunt down a powerful demonic, your location is exposed if you’re not warded. This has happened a number of times already,” he explained.
Great, now I had to be afraid of hunters too. Wonderful.
“These hunters, what are they?”
“Humans. No special abilities, normally dragged into the hunting of demonics because of a tragic event caused by one. Like a demon possessing a family member and getting them killed,” Dezikiel said, those earthy brown eyes unfaltering as he stared at me.
So they were just humans. Humans who had been hurt and wanted revenge. I could understand that in a way. Which brought me to my next question.
“Who killed my mom?” I murmured.
“We believe it was another Prince of Hell. When you told me how his eyes turned green, that informed me that it must have been another Prince of Hell,” Dezikiel said.
So one of my father’s brothers killed my mom?
My chest tightened as I looked down at the mahogany coffee table between us with not a single water stain on it.
My mother’s death had occurred exactly how I’d seen it. No warping of reality or craziness. So then…
“Why?” I asked, my voice breaking as I dragged my gaze back up to his.
Something flickered in Dezikiel’s eyes, pain for me, sympathy, and something else that I just missed.
“I’m not entirely sure, Lily. Perhaps they were angry that your mother was able to get to his heart, that he had a child with her. He also granted her protection, warding her with magic so others couldn’t find her. Not a simple thing to do.”
“How did one of them find her then?” I growled.
“That I do not know, I’m sorry, Lily,” Dezikiel gave me a small smile.
I shook my head, trying to force the raging emotions to simmer down.
“What about my hellhounds? Why do I have them?” I asked, sighing as I glanced around at the four men. Why did I have these four devilish men watching over me anyway?
“Simple. Your father gifted that pendant to your mother, so that if she needed it, she could summon protectors for the pair of you. But she obviously gifted it to you, and I believe when she died, it activated so you’d never be alone and would always be protected,” Dezikiel explained his reasoning.
I touched my pendant, running my fingers over the black and red opal in the center.
“That jewel there resembles an opal, but it is actually a Hellstone. Created by your father to serve as a tool.”
I just stared at him, slowly processing everything.
My mother’s words now made so much sense. I’d never be alone. Because I had them, my monsters. My hellhounds.
“And if I take it off?” I asked carefully.
“Nothing, they’re already activated, so it’s served its purpose. It’s now just a piece of jewelry, although it does have mild protective qualities. I can sense that,” he said.
“How did they end up at the Academy then?” It was strange, if they’d been activated that terrible day, why did only their projections appear?
