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I just slumped back in my seat, utterly stunned by this knowledge.
They had badass powers. And my hellhounds were the strongest? Wicked.
“There are many, many abilities and powers that demonics can possess. Those with stronger, higher bloodlines can possess even greater abilities. Some can control elements, freeze time, summon spirits, possess both telekinetic and telepathic abilities, the list goes on,” Mr. Baron said before sighing and pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “So there’s no way of even guessing at what you may have. But you’ll find out soon enough.”
“Will it hurt?” I asked after a moment.
“No, awakening is not painful. But things become clearer, you understand everything so much more. And we’ll teach you everything else,” he reassured me with a small smile.
I cocked my head at this. What did he mean by that? He was a little strange, he didn’t have the same incredibly calming presence Dezikiel had.
What was Dezikiel anyway? My hellhounds had agreed with me that he was an angelic, but what did that even mean? Since demons were real, then angels had to be. Were angelics like me, born from an angel parent?
“Is that your power, sensing others?” I asked as I pushed my own thoughts aside.
“Yes, I’m a demonic as well. Born when a witch altered my mother’s unborn child. You see, before she interfered, I was set to be born without limbs. So my mother struck a bargain with a powerful witch. I ended up a demonic. Able to read what abilities others have. This has proved useful, especially here as an instructor,” he said as he clasped his hands together, his elbows resting on his desk.
“Did you do anything before being an instructor?” I asked, noting that he seemed to be thinking of something else as his eyes flicked away for a moment.
“Yes, I did,” he said, drawing in a deep breath.
A moment passed, and I realized he wasn’t going to elaborate.
“What about Miss Sage?”
“Also a demonic, a weapons and close combat master,” he said, clearly not fussed about telling me everything.
“And Dezikiel?”
“You really are a curious one, aren’t you,” he chuckled as he leaned back in his seat. “You’ll find out soon enough. Now, why don’t you go enjoy your birthday, I hear there’s something special coming at dinner,” he said, winking at me as he moved to look over some paperwork.
It was obvious the conversation was being shelved as I pursed my lips.
At least I’d learned quite a bit. Except for what Dezikiel was really.
Now I was even more curious.
