The Queen's Mate

SEVEN

Good and evil, angels and demons, heaven and hell, saints and sinners are all relative terms. What one soul deems evil, other demands it necessary. What one believes a curse, other believes gift. There really is not a procedure on how these definitions should be explained, unless one has achieved transcendental knowledge of the mundane world and of the worlds beyond.

Until then, one should only believe in what they do and hope that it is right.

As of right now, Eleanor sat on her bed, soaking in all of the details Adonis had just revealed in front of her as her back rested against the headboard and the light from her bedside illuminated her tired face.

In the entirety of her twenty-five years of existence, she had read many books and debated on various forms of literature. She had rejected and accepted fantasy manuscripts for her firm and she had even believed some of them to be true stories for a while; what she had never done was believe that she was a part of something supernatural. That something like this did exist in her world.

And now to find out that not only did the supernatural exist but she played a major role in creating it was a shock from beyond the world.

She could not entirely calculate her emotions on whether she needed to be upset or joyous, anxious or excited, or perhaps simply accepting.

She could still feel Adonis' gaze fixed on her face from the couch in front of the bed as he sat with his legs up on the coffee table and a drink placed lazily in his hand.

His feet on her mahogany table irked Eleanor but she was too exhausted to be bothered enough to say anything so just for this one time, she let that action go.

"Why are you here?" She asked the blond angel abruptly. Her eyes were now diverted from her hands to his face and she wanted to see if he would try to lie about the reason. She believed that she was good at catching lies, always had been.

Adonis took a few moments to reply as if to formulate his words into a coherent sentence. "Your father sent me here to you." He answered blankly.

"Why?" She asked without a beat.

"Because he thinks that you will be able to help him in the war. And my dad believes the same thing."

"You mean Carlos, right? Carlos Morgenstern?" She asked trying to confirm her thoughts to which he nodded.

"Yes, he is my father, and you and I were born at kind of the same time so hence we have always been companions."

Eleanor raised an eyebrow as she slowly tried to remove the covers from her body and get up. Adonis stood up straight, ready to dash to her for help but sat back when he saw her standing up on her own just fine.

The brunette looked down at her torso where Adonis had bandaged her wound and glanced up surprised when she felt her wound healing speedily.

"How did that happen? That should not be healing this fast unless I have some superpowers." She sputtered making him chuckle.

"You do have superpowers, lots of them, but because your human body hasn't triggered them yet, I used my magic to heal you," Adonis replied flashing his eyes into a bright golden color.

Eleanor jumped back seeing the sudden change before he broke into laughter and his eye color changed back to their oceanic blue hues.

She shook her head deciding not to question his abilities further as she crossed the distance between them and poured herself a drink from a bottle on the coffee table before sauntering over to the glass windows overlooking the lake from her room.

She cracked open one of the windows and the crisp winds of the dawn hit her face making her thoughts clearer and her mind calmer.

There was something strange in the air today. Everything seemed quieter, more cautious. Even the sun seemed calmer as the first rays of dawn hit the still waters of the lake in front of her. It was as something sinister was lurking in the shadows, waiting to pounce.

Eleanor did not know what to perceive of her own feelings but she knew that this was the silence before a storm she was not ready for.

The brunette then turned around and looked at Adonis questioningly. "So tell me, how can we find this weapon? Is there any way to trace it?" She asked.

"We would have to go to the ones who created the weapon." He replied.

"And they are...?" She trailed off, encouraging him to speak.

He pursed his lips together, not knowing how to proceed or if he should proceed at all. Eleanor rolled her eyes as she turned around to face him and gave him a pointed look.

He sighed in defeat. "The Elarmas. They created the weapon to summon the demons into this realm if the need ever arose."

"Who are the Elarmas?" She asked focusing on one thing at a time as she sat down by the window.

"The Elarmas are an elite race of supernatural creatures. They were first born about two thousand years ago."

"So, was I the one who made them?" Eleanor asked curiously.

He shook his head. "Your mother did. To kill every supernatural that you made."

Eleanor's eyes widened as she looked taken aback. "Excuse me? My mother, the queen of the Demonworld, wants to destroy the supernatural realm, which apparently I created?" She spat. "This is revolting!" She muttered throwing her hands up.

Adonis looked at her with pitiful expressions. "Yes, well, the Elarmas did kill a lot of the supernatural creatures until you and Lilian came to an agreement to never step in the other one's territory again. From then on, the weapon was just insurance that the supernatural beings will not come in the way of how the humans died."

"And what if the agreement wasn't upheld?" She retorted. Her mind was running wild with possibilities, especially since she had no clue about how to even begin understanding anything that Adonis spoke of.

"Then one of the Elarmas would use the blade to summon the demon queen and she would end the supernatural realm along with the mortal one."

"So, if only an Elarma can use the blade to summon Lilian, why did my parents have it and how was Anderson able to use it?" Eleanor questioned in confusion but Adonis knew that she could already guess the answer.

"Because I am guessing that your parents and Anderson might have been more involved with the workings of the supernatural world than you originally assumed." He replied to her.

Eleanor's gaze continued to stare at the floor, a million questions running inside her mind, and at the back of it were onyx steel eyes making her feel the warmth of home.