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Authors: R. Scarlett
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Molly held her hands out like she might to a rabid beast, all sense of horror dissipating. She needed to survive this, and he was clearly losing it. “Tensley…calm down…”
“Do you know what this means? It means I can’t hide you—demons will begin to notice you and will do anything to get you!” He moved forward, jabbing his finger in the air. “You don’t understand this, so let me explain. I’m at your house because of this , because you don’t even understand your abilities or how to use them, and I do. I don’t choose to live in your fucking Brady Bunch home. I do this for you! ”
He moved too close for her comfort as he yelled, veins like ropes in his neck. His eyes transformed from grey to a foreboding darkness.
“ Tensley! Stop!” Molly shouted, stumbling back, scanning the room for a weapon, for an escape—anything!
He growled monstrously, bending his torso as he screwed his eyes shut and dug his fingers into his thighs, like he was battling himself.
The doors burst open, silencing both of them. A tall man stood at the doorway, examining Tensley and Molly.
“Calm down. Get your demon side under control,” the newcomer said, rushing over to the shaking Tensley.
“The damn warlocks provoked it, Illya,” Tensley hissed. She saw the glint of sweat on his forehead, like he was physically restraining himself. Illya stared down at the dead warlock and frowned.
Illya’s eyes found Molly’s widened, damp ones, and he cautiously stepped closer. Her shoulders lifted, still on edge. Can I trust him? Or is he going to snap my neck too…
His yellow hair was swept to one side with a distinct widow’s peak, and his bright blue eyes seemed genuine. “I’m Illya. Don’t be afraid; we won’t hurt you.” He wore simple clothes: a jean T-shirt and dark green slacks, not like Tensley in his suit. “You must be Tensley’s fiancée?”
“Just Molly .”
“And you’re a daemon?”
Molly balked. “No! I mean…I don’t think…”
That caught Tensley’s attention. “You are a daemon.”
She yanked her shaking hands through her tangled curls. “Stop calling me that! I’m not, okay? I’m just Molly, and I don’t want any part of this! None of it!”
“You’re a daemon,” Tensley said, seemingly recovered from his inner turmoil. “Your eyes are what demons refer to as blessed . The Greeks called daemons the Golden Race, guardians for humans, to protect against our kind.”
She wrung her hands, too stubborn to listen to him. “That’s—that’s crazy.” He’s crazy.
Tensley snickered once, wiped his large hands on his slacks, and cleared his throat. “It makes perfect sense. Your eyes stop demons in their tracks. You’re powerful; you just don’t know it yet.”
“Just stop.” She turned away from him, waving him off. She needed air, fresh air.
“If we have a child, they will inherit both our genes. Do you know what that could mean? A demon that could stop others with one look—and with your strength, this child would be more powerful than either of us.”
Molly froze, gawking at Tensley’s blood-splattered dress shoes. No, no, I heard that wrong. He did not just say a baby… His distant, muffled voice vibrated in her head, but she wasn’t listening. She felt too hot and fanned at her face, soon clawing at her constricting throat. As she spun, she saw the body and stumbled back.
“A baby? Are you—a baby, oh god, that’s not happening—ever! Stop talking, just shut up!” She sucked air through her lips in little drags, white dots dancing across her vision.
The room was silent and she didn’t bother looking up, choosing to focus on her trembling hands.
“Take her home,” Tensley said from somewhere on her left; she couldn’t even focus any more.
Illya gently took her elbow, leading Molly away, and she couldn’t fight him. When they passed a potted plant, she pulled away, eyeing the bookcase twisting in on itself,
Molly held her hands out like she might to a rabid beast, all sense of horror dissipating. She needed to survive this, and he was clearly losing it. “Tensley…calm down…”
“Do you know what this means? It means I can’t hide you—demons will begin to notice you and will do anything to get you!” He moved forward, jabbing his finger in the air. “You don’t understand this, so let me explain. I’m at your house because of this , because you don’t even understand your abilities or how to use them, and I do. I don’t choose to live in your fucking Brady Bunch home. I do this for you! ”
He moved too close for her comfort as he yelled, veins like ropes in his neck. His eyes transformed from grey to a foreboding darkness.
“ Tensley! Stop!” Molly shouted, stumbling back, scanning the room for a weapon, for an escape—anything!
He growled monstrously, bending his torso as he screwed his eyes shut and dug his fingers into his thighs, like he was battling himself.
The doors burst open, silencing both of them. A tall man stood at the doorway, examining Tensley and Molly.
“Calm down. Get your demon side under control,” the newcomer said, rushing over to the shaking Tensley.
“The damn warlocks provoked it, Illya,” Tensley hissed. She saw the glint of sweat on his forehead, like he was physically restraining himself. Illya stared down at the dead warlock and frowned.
Illya’s eyes found Molly’s widened, damp ones, and he cautiously stepped closer. Her shoulders lifted, still on edge. Can I trust him? Or is he going to snap my neck too…
His yellow hair was swept to one side with a distinct widow’s peak, and his bright blue eyes seemed genuine. “I’m Illya. Don’t be afraid; we won’t hurt you.” He wore simple clothes: a jean T-shirt and dark green slacks, not like Tensley in his suit. “You must be Tensley’s fiancée?”
“Just Molly .”
“And you’re a daemon?”
Molly balked. “No! I mean…I don’t think…”
That caught Tensley’s attention. “You are a daemon.”
She yanked her shaking hands through her tangled curls. “Stop calling me that! I’m not, okay? I’m just Molly, and I don’t want any part of this! None of it!”
“You’re a daemon,” Tensley said, seemingly recovered from his inner turmoil. “Your eyes are what demons refer to as blessed . The Greeks called daemons the Golden Race, guardians for humans, to protect against our kind.”
She wrung her hands, too stubborn to listen to him. “That’s—that’s crazy.” He’s crazy.
Tensley snickered once, wiped his large hands on his slacks, and cleared his throat. “It makes perfect sense. Your eyes stop demons in their tracks. You’re powerful; you just don’t know it yet.”
“Just stop.” She turned away from him, waving him off. She needed air, fresh air.
“If we have a child, they will inherit both our genes. Do you know what that could mean? A demon that could stop others with one look—and with your strength, this child would be more powerful than either of us.”
Molly froze, gawking at Tensley’s blood-splattered dress shoes. No, no, I heard that wrong. He did not just say a baby… His distant, muffled voice vibrated in her head, but she wasn’t listening. She felt too hot and fanned at her face, soon clawing at her constricting throat. As she spun, she saw the body and stumbled back.
“A baby? Are you—a baby, oh god, that’s not happening—ever! Stop talking, just shut up!” She sucked air through her lips in little drags, white dots dancing across her vision.
The room was silent and she didn’t bother looking up, choosing to focus on her trembling hands.
“Take her home,” Tensley said from somewhere on her left; she couldn’t even focus any more.
Illya gently took her elbow, leading Molly away, and she couldn’t fight him. When they passed a potted plant, she pulled away, eyeing the bookcase twisting in on itself,
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