Page 27 of Catalyst


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We werein the middle of eating when we heard Daithi yell. Savida jumped up, dropping his cutlery into his bowl, his wings flapping frantically as he rushed to his lover.

Charlie and I chased after him. Charlie was especially alarmed, as he had never seen Daithi’s suffering after a vision. Opening the door, Daithi had his head buried in Savida’s chest. The demon was stroking his green hair, which was tangled from his panicked awakening.

I bent down beside and said, “Daithi, what did you see?” It worried me, seeing him cling to Savida like that.

Although seemingly emotionless, Daithi loved deeply, and his history showed that his gift caused him more pain as he loved more beings, which was why he only had Savida and me to care about.

Daithi took a deep breath and lifted his head to look at me. His green irises were stark against the now red whites of his eyes. “Savida. In a circle. Screaming.”

Charlie paled. “Well, there goes that trip into town tomorrow.”

“My visions always come true. It does not matter. It will happen.”

Savida’s expression did not change. He had no care for his future pain, only the present pain bubbling out from his beloved. He did not stop stroking the green locks as he said, “Am I not a powerful demon? Am I not the best and most loyal lover to a faei seer? Do you think I will fall victim to this circle of evil easily?” He tilted Daithi’s head so they were looking into each other’s eyes. “I will not be felled. Don’t worry about me.”

Daithi closed his eyes. “You didn’t move. You couldn’t. Someone hurts you.”

“I’m not afraid. If I cannot save myself, you will save me, as you have saved me before.”

“What if I can’t save you?” he whispered and flinched as though the thought physically hurt him.

“You will. Did you see to prove otherwise?” Daithi shook his head. “Then I have no doubt, and neither should you. Besides, we don’t know when this will happen. It could be years away.”

Daithi mumbled, “It will not make it easier for me.”

“We do not do easy.” Savida gave him a lingering kiss on the forehead.

“So, shopping is back on? You won’t end up in a circle screaming if you leave the house?” Charlie asked cautiously.

Savida raised his eyebrows playfully at his lover. “Say we can go. You know I love shopping.”

Daithi drew away from Savida’s chest, wiped his eyes, and became the stoic faei we all knew. “You must come back.”

“I swear on my fire.” He pressed a hand to his chest.

Charlie hummed questioningly. “I think you mean heart.”

“My fire makes me a demon. Without it, I would be nothing. A shell,” he informed Charlie.

Charlie looked at me in confusion.

“It is like a soul,” I explained.

“Fire is also power. I don’t know my powers since I don’t remember my home, but I imagine they are fearsome.” Savida said cheerfully.

Charlie chuckled. “If the myths are to be believed, then yeah, I imagine you have badass powers.”

“You have myths about demons?” Daithi asked.

“Some people believe that when you die, if you’ve been a good person, you go to heaven. If you’ve been bad, you go to hell. Hell is where demons live, and they torture you for all eternity. They do the devil’s work, possessing people and making them sin, hurting them.”

Savida was noticeably upset. “Demons are bad?”

“Obviously not. Humans just like to blame everyone else for their problems. And since demons don’t look as human as other otherworlders, they’ve probably made them the baddies. At least, that’s my theory.”

“You’re probably right, Charlie,” I said.

“Humans like to exaggerate, too. Here, I’ll show you a picture of what humans think a demon looks like.” He took his phone and, after a few taps with his thumbs, presented us with a picture of a ‘demon.’

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