My Demon

Nora Lovely has always been unique in her own way, but she's not normal in the slightest. She sees things, and sometimes hears things. She always sees a man in these visions, and she is determined to find out who he is. She soon finds out that the man in her dreams is real, but according to history is long dead. She goes in search of answers, and soon is taken captive inside a house that belonged to this man known as Iron mansion. This house holds mysteries, and the man that owns it can answer all of her questions.
She's walking amongst the Immortal, and some don't take kindly to who she resembles.

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23. Metronome

“You want to bring an angel into Iron mansion!”

Damian followed me through the crowd, “Yes, it’s the only way to get Iron back.” The voices were coming from all around yelling, screaming, even shouting. The crowd started to shrink, and soon it began hard to move. The air became thick, it soon became hard to breath. Every breath I took stabbed me right into the chest, but then the air cleared. Wind came out of nowhere blowing dust into the air. As I looked up my mouth dropped wide open. Wings, wings that were hooked to a man. A man with short blonde hair, I couldn’t really see his eyes from the shadow that was on his face. The crowd that use to surround me were gone, but I could hear their faint screaming. I knew him. It was Dasim. His feet touched the ground, and his wings slowly drew up to his sides.

“Now tell me, who the hell called me here.” The mystic being view on the angel cracked and shattered as he started to speak. I straightened and walked up to him, his eyes looked me up and down.

“I summoned you, I need your help.” He crossed his arms and gave an expression that would have normally pissed me off.

“What does a mortal need with me?” I bit my bottom lip to stop me from saying anything I’d regret.

“How about I light you up, and I can tell you then.” I could feel flames on my body, they always felt warm. He smiled a little at me, but I knew it was one of sarcasm.

“Firestarter, thats hot. How may I help you Fire-lady?”

“I need you to help me find someone.”

He snorted, “Who the hell do I look like, I’m not a search engine.” I took a deep breath,

“Look, either you help me or I can call the other side of scale to help. I can’t guarantee that no will be killed.” He went silent and by his expression he was trying to decide on something.

“Okay,” his voice was higher than before, “what’s their name?” I smiled at my negotiation skills,

“Jose Iron. His name is Iron.”

He started shaking his head, “You want me to find a demon for you?”

I cocked an eyebrow at him, “Demon, Iron has the soul of a god in him. He has no choice.” He started laughing, “Iron and Doom are the same person. He and Doom are connected like a fetus to its mother. Feeding off each other to stay alive.” No, what he was telling me couldn’t be true, Iron he would never lie to me.

“No, Iron is human, Doom is a god.”

“Indeed Iron is human, but his father wasn’t human he was known as the god of death. His father was known as Reaper.”

That's when I heard it, Iron’s voice. “Nora.” I turned to see him walking toward me, but as I reached out to touch him my hand went right through him.

I turned to Dasim, “This is a hologram of him where he’s now. You can communicate with him.”

My eyes started to burn as tears filled my eyes, “Are you alright?”

He nodded, “They’re plotting something, something that is not good.”

“What exactly are they planning,” Dasim spoke without feeling to his voice. That made wonder how many years of watching people die finally got him there.

“War’s coming, and no angels like yourself can stop this. Not even Doom can stop this.”

I turned to Dasim, “What does he mean by that?”

“A prophecy was written back when there was a war, a war that destroyed everything in it’s path.”

I nodded remember the caption in the book, “The war in 500BC, I read about it.”

Dasim ran fingers through his hair, “The books never tell you the pain and suffering caused by the war, it only you facts.” He was suck a dick at times, and he was starting to piss me off.

“What will happen if another war like that happens now?” They both spoke at the same time.

“The war will cause the end of the world.”

“What the hell can we do to stop this?”

“I’m not the angel the angel of fate, but I know him and me and him don’t get along.”

I rolled my eyes, “I wonder why, you’re so irritating I can’t hate you.”

He laughed low a deep rumble in his chest, “Is it because of my ingenuous good looks.” I couldn’t help but to start laughing as the words left his mouth.

“In your dreams, a toad would get my number before you did.” Iron was laughing, and Dasim seemed to hate that he was.

“Okay I’m done,” there were tears in his eyes as he stopped laughing, “they’re looking for a metronome, something to do with-” Before he could finish he vanished, and I turned to Dasim infuriated.

“What the hell happened? Where is he!”

He put both of his hands up, “Woah tiger, they pulled his conscious back. I couldn’t have done anything to stop them if I wanted to.” I ran my hands through my hair, and as the last phrase Iron said echoed through my head I remember.

“Iron said a metronome, my mother had a metronome.” He smiled showing perl white teeth, that was probably the only thing worth looking at on this man.

“Really, do you know where it is.”

“I’m sensing sarcasm in that question, but no I don’t.”

“Then why in hell did you say anything?”

My patience was wearing thin with this guy, “I remember how it looks.” He crossed his arms cocking an eyebrow at me.

“How long has this memory been there?”

“A lot of years, but I can remember.”

He signaled me to go, “It was gold and on each side it has the words life is dead and death is life engraved in it. My mother used to tell stories of how the metronome came to be real, but what found out about my mother. She probably was the woman who did it.”

“You’re talking about Samantha’s metronome.”

I looked at him confused, “Samantha’s metronome belonged to your mother, a woman that was neither good or evil. She held the key to destruction or peace.” I swallowed hard tasting nothing but my own bitter saliva.

Then I just spoke my mind, “When I was a child I had dreams, and one night I dreamt of my mother holding the metronome chanting in some weird language. I thought it was just a nightmare because my mother died the day before.”

He put his hand in the crease in my back, “Those are not dreams, you are a seer. Just like father is one.” I was a little freaked out that he knew my entire family, “Nora, you’re mother was never dead. The metronome keeps her alive as long as it needs to until it finds it’s protector.”

I smiled as the memory of my old house flashed in my mind, “Guess what?” I asked him with the most driven smile I could have performed.

“What,”

“I know where the metronome is. I have to ask, how fast can you fly?”

 
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