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crosses her arms, determined.
“Demon. It wasn’t just a
monster, it was a demon,” I say automatically, knowing the truth in my words,
again. Evil. Filth. Destruction.
“You are correct. And from
what I understand now, it wasn’t just any demon, it was a Devourer. It was
sent, no, summoned there for a purpose, clearly revenge. Devourers feed off of
three things and that is why it has three mouths: flesh, fear, and souls. As
for why it was sent, I will get to that later. I know this is too much to take
in, but believe me; I will help you and protect you now more than ever. Now
that you know what I am, I can do that to the fullest,” Selene assures me even
though I don’t know if I’m ready to believe that.
“As for what it means to
be witch born is simply as the name suggests. I am not a normal human that
dabbles in magic. We true witches are our own race. We can have children with
normal humans, but the magic may or may not pass on. When true witches have
children with other true witches, our children will always be witch born. I
control the magic inside me and the type of power I specifically possess, I get
from the elements.”
I rub my forehead as I
process this information and Selene gives me a small smile before continuing.
“Others may be healers,
necromancers which are those who can speak with or even control the dead, seers
who can see somewhat into the future or even more, or someone simply able to
convene with nature and animals. There are many witch born talents just like
people who can swim really well or jump really high. But, our gift is limited
only to that power we are born with. I will never be a healer for example, but
the fact that my power is elemental means that I am vastly much stronger than
many others.”
Selene’s voice rises in
excitement as she scoots forward in her chair, brushing some unruly strands of
her silky hair back with her left hand. “This is why I was supposed to be a
high priestess and why my father wanted me to marry Sergio. He too was a witch
and he was an elemental like me. Our type is probably the most common even
though it seems as if we’re special, but the strength comes from how much magic
we can hold, our chakra or chi if you will. I am special because of those
limits. In sports terms, most elementals would be considered sprinters, but I
would be more of a cross country runner,” Selene admits.
Relief flows through her as
she finally tells her secret. I believe her. I see the truth in her words. Even
if I didn’t believe her, the ball of light she’s now forming in her hand would
be enough to convince me.
I also caught something
she said. “What do you mean was? What is Sergio now?” I ask curiously, for a
second, forgetting about my own issues.
She puts out her light
ball and says, “Now, he’s dead. I couldn’t tell you this before Rayne, but
there’s another reason I understood your father. After Sergio raped me, I told
you that I had escaped on my own. I did, I escaped only because I killed him.
No, that’s not true. I could probably have escaped without killing him, but I
just didn’t want to at the time. How he made me feel, what he did to me, I had
to make him pay. I needed revenge and I delivered it to him myself. He drugged
me so that my chi flow was disrupted, like the flu for a magic user, but my
body burned the poison out much faster than he’d imagined. That mistake cost
him his life.”
I pause at that thought.
Revenge. It comes full circle to me now. My dad’s researchers were taken and
tortured, he got revenge on that man, that man who had a look in his eyes that
was evil and wrong. I was afraid of him because I knew immediately that he
wasn’t normal. He had to be ‘other,’ maybe not Demon
“Demon. It wasn’t just a
monster, it was a demon,” I say automatically, knowing the truth in my words,
again. Evil. Filth. Destruction.
“You are correct. And from
what I understand now, it wasn’t just any demon, it was a Devourer. It was
sent, no, summoned there for a purpose, clearly revenge. Devourers feed off of
three things and that is why it has three mouths: flesh, fear, and souls. As
for why it was sent, I will get to that later. I know this is too much to take
in, but believe me; I will help you and protect you now more than ever. Now
that you know what I am, I can do that to the fullest,” Selene assures me even
though I don’t know if I’m ready to believe that.
“As for what it means to
be witch born is simply as the name suggests. I am not a normal human that
dabbles in magic. We true witches are our own race. We can have children with
normal humans, but the magic may or may not pass on. When true witches have
children with other true witches, our children will always be witch born. I
control the magic inside me and the type of power I specifically possess, I get
from the elements.”
I rub my forehead as I
process this information and Selene gives me a small smile before continuing.
“Others may be healers,
necromancers which are those who can speak with or even control the dead, seers
who can see somewhat into the future or even more, or someone simply able to
convene with nature and animals. There are many witch born talents just like
people who can swim really well or jump really high. But, our gift is limited
only to that power we are born with. I will never be a healer for example, but
the fact that my power is elemental means that I am vastly much stronger than
many others.”
Selene’s voice rises in
excitement as she scoots forward in her chair, brushing some unruly strands of
her silky hair back with her left hand. “This is why I was supposed to be a
high priestess and why my father wanted me to marry Sergio. He too was a witch
and he was an elemental like me. Our type is probably the most common even
though it seems as if we’re special, but the strength comes from how much magic
we can hold, our chakra or chi if you will. I am special because of those
limits. In sports terms, most elementals would be considered sprinters, but I
would be more of a cross country runner,” Selene admits.
Relief flows through her as
she finally tells her secret. I believe her. I see the truth in her words. Even
if I didn’t believe her, the ball of light she’s now forming in her hand would
be enough to convince me.
I also caught something
she said. “What do you mean was? What is Sergio now?” I ask curiously, for a
second, forgetting about my own issues.
She puts out her light
ball and says, “Now, he’s dead. I couldn’t tell you this before Rayne, but
there’s another reason I understood your father. After Sergio raped me, I told
you that I had escaped on my own. I did, I escaped only because I killed him.
No, that’s not true. I could probably have escaped without killing him, but I
just didn’t want to at the time. How he made me feel, what he did to me, I had
to make him pay. I needed revenge and I delivered it to him myself. He drugged
me so that my chi flow was disrupted, like the flu for a magic user, but my
body burned the poison out much faster than he’d imagined. That mistake cost
him his life.”
I pause at that thought.
Revenge. It comes full circle to me now. My dad’s researchers were taken and
tortured, he got revenge on that man, that man who had a look in his eyes that
was evil and wrong. I was afraid of him because I knew immediately that he
wasn’t normal. He had to be ‘other,’ maybe not Demon
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