The Destiny of the Half-Bloods

Chapter 4

DAMEON:

She was perfect. That moment was perfect. For a few minutes, I forgot my demonic destiny and was just… a human boy. I want more than anything to see her again, to make those sad eyes smile. I’ll bet she has a beautiful smile. I begin to wonder what made her so sad. I want to find whoever hurt her and torture them for eternity, to throw them down to the seventh circle of hell.

The thoughts are racing through my head as I run through the parking lot towards the dormitories. My feet are crunching in the snow, and my breath his heaving a cloud of smoke in front of me. Why is a human girl affecting me like this?

“What’s the hurry?” A familiar voice rings through the crisp air. I roll my eyes and stop in my tracks, bending forward to put my hands on my knees as I catch my breath.

When I look up, Lamia is slinking out from the narrow alley next to me, like a cat sizing up its prey. My father couldn’t have chosen a more beautiful or more terrifying lackey to shadow me.

“It’s nothing, Lamia,” I answer shortly, “I’m just cold and wanted to get back to my room.” I try to walk past her, but she follows me anyway. I groan under my breath at the sound of her heeled shoes echoing behind me.

I totally understand that my father wants me to have the best supervisor available, but Lamia feels more like a cross between a stalker and a babysitter sometimes. She pops up at the worst possible moments and is always criticizing every decision I make.

At least when I take up my throne I won’t have to listen to her constant nagging anymore. I wonder if I can fire her? The thought brings a wicked smile to my lips.

Then I remember, I have the perfect excuse to divert her attention.

“Oh yeah, stole this,” I say proudly as I whip around and pull the stolen answer key out of my chest pocket proudly. I reach out to hand it to her. “I was just running because I didn’t want to get caught with it,” I shrug. She snatches the paper from me and opens it. I’m expecting a big reaction from this one, it’s a pretty hilarious sin, right?

She rolls her eyes and flings the paper to the ground. “You’re hopeless,” she moans. “A little naughty perhaps, but you’ll never be truly evil to your core.” She advances toward me and places a long intro finger to my chest. She mutters under her breath, “I’ll never understand why Asmodeus wants you to to have the throne when he has plenty of other... loyal servants.”

Jealousy. A hallmark of the demonic brotherhood that causes a ridiculous amount of infighting. It’s what caused The Great Fall in the first place; jealous angels being cast down from heaven and damned for eternity.

I back away from Lamia’s hand slightly, which makes her giggle a bit, throwing her sleek hair over her shoulder seductively. “Oh, Dameon, I’m just teasing! You know I’m just trying to help,” she says with a shrug. “Asmodeus expects a lot from you, and I need to teach you how to honor him.”

I frown at her. Honor is not something my father is known for. Besides, it seems like nothing I do would make him proud.

“Yeah, thanks for the help,” I say with a hint of sarcasm. “Anyway, I’d better get back to my room.” I bend over to pick up the answer key from the snow.

“Fine,” she says as she crosses her arms across her tightly-clothed chest. “Shall we meet up for a little fun later? I need to blow off some steam.” She leans into me with a wink, fingering the lapel of my jacket.

I bite my lip at the thought of Lamia’s curves underneath my body again. If she had asked me an hour ago I would have jumped at the opportunity; she’s hot as hell, literally. And she’s mind-blowing in bed. But Seraphina is the only thing I can think about right now. “I actually need to get some rest tonight,” I say awkwardly. She frowns suspiciously at me, but releases me and backs away.

“Whatever,” she says with a roll of her eyes. She turns on her heel and stalks back toward the dark alleyway. I breathe a sigh of relief as she walks out of sight. Hiding my human emotions from her is getting more difficult every day, and the mysterious Seraphina is going to make it even more impossible.

When I finally reach the safety of my room, I slam the door behind me and sink to the floor. No matter how hard I try, I can’t stop thinking about Seraphina. Her eyes, her hair, and that voice. It did something to me that I just can't explain. Her song filled up a hole inside of me that I never knew existed. Now that it's gone, all I can think about it hearing it again.

The reality of my hopeless situation begins to dawn on me. Even if I do find her again, I can only have her for two days before I take my place upon a throne of darkness. I will probably be forced to leave this foreign body I’ve possessed and become something unrecognizable to her. A disgusting cursed being of burned flesh and evil horns. How could someone so perfect want to be with a demon?

Even if I wanted to show her my true form I couldn't. Demons have been cursed by the angels ever since The Fall, which prevents us from walking on Earth in our real bodies. That's why we've resorted to the craft of possession.

So I obviously can't have Seraphina forever, but can I have her for just two days? My demon side is telling me that it would be impossibly fun, but my human side is racked with guilt at the thought. Will it break her when I leave? She already seems so broken. I want to hold the pieces of her together, to gather her up in my arms and make her whole.

I grab my hair in frustration, and let out a demonic growl as I stare at myself in the mirror. What is coming over me? She's just a mortal girl! There is no way I could risk my future and my throne for something so trivial. There is too much at stake right now.

Besides, I would only destroy her. I am evil, and will never be destined for anything more. I flop down on my unkempt bed and allow the darkness to envelop me. That is where I belong.