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.


29. Prophecy

Iron didn’t ask questions he just left the room, leaving in the silence that I hated. I could hear the tiny heart beat coming from inside, but I could also hear that voice. The same voice that has been with me since I got here, the voice that was making me doubt my sanity. I put my hands on my stomach, and thats when I heard it. A tiny little voice, a voice that was very sweet and full of love. “Mommy,” tears came to my eyes as the sound echoed to through my head. Another voice sounded, a voice that was different than the other one. “Mommy, you nearly hurt us.” This voice was a bit more manly than the other one, and my eyes widened as my mind came to a conclusion. Twins. I’m having twins. 

“I’m so sorry honeys, I couldn’t help it.” They went silent for a few seconds, “Daddy was very worried. We could feel his fear and pain.”  Why couldn’t I have a normal life, why couldn’t everything be normal? Asking myself this I realized that if everything was normal Iron would be dead.  The man that I loved, and care for wouldn’t be in my life. The father of my children wouldn’t be alive. I couldn’t be normal, but at least we could try. Iron returned walking slowly, and as he turned there stood Dita. Iron watched as she walked over to me, and then exited as she stopped in front of me. The door slammed shut as Iron left out of it, and the room went into a deadly silence. I climbed down off the table slowly carefully, trying not to hurt more than possible. Dita didn’t say a word, and neither did I. I learned a long time ago that silence is your worst enemy. I walked over to her smiling, “It’s good to see that you’re okay. How’s Dasim?” She cleared her throat, “It’s good to see you too, Dasim is great. He’s got a few scratches, but he’ll live.” 

Her dark hair hung rather lower than usual, dryer than usual. When I had first saw her she didn’t blemish to her, but now I noticed things. She had wrinkles, her perfect skin was gone, her gorgeous bounce volume rich hair gone. She looked older, older than she had when I met her. I started walking around her looking her body up down. I could see her eyes following me around even though she thought I didn’t notice. “Dita, you’re a succubus right,” she nodded pushing her hair out of her face, “do you know one thing that is unique about a succubus.” I came around stopping in front of her, “What might that be Nora.” I leaned in to her, my lips inches away from her ear. 

I slowly whispered, “They don’t age.” She went stiff as the words left my lips, and stood up straight again. “What are you talking about-” “Don’t play dumb with me, can you tell me why a succubus has wings?” That question was one my aunt told me to ask a succubus if I ever met one, but the one thing a succubus couldn’t do was harm a woman. “Well, we use them to fly of course.” I nodded in agreement, “Wrong, a succubus doesn’t use her wings to fly they use their wings to kill.” Her face had went pale, and her green eyes were fading into a bronze color. “You see your wings are just succubus, but a succubus has sharp points at the ends of their wings.” 

Her eyes were on the floor, focused on the stone floor. Before I could utter another word her hands went around my neck. “That’s right Nora, I’m not a Succubus. I’m something far worst, and trust me I can harm a woman.” I clawed at her finger, “A vaglor.” She smiled showing a row of razor sharp teeth, “Unlike succubus we can feast on any gender.” “Why, Why would you do this Dita,” I barley could wheeze the words out? She started laughing, “I did it because of you Nora, when I found out the prophecy was play I had to get you.” The door slung open and Iron walked in, and as my eyes looked down I saw the head of Dasim in his hand. Dita slowly lowered to me to the ground as blood started pouring down Iron’s face. “Dita you really thought your rat could get by me, he sung like a bird.” 

Dita said nothing as I pushing her hands off of me, her eyes were focused on Dasim. “Tell me about the prophecy,” I walked over to Iron as she turned around. “The prophecy of life the death,” I was a little confused but she continued, “the prophecy states that a girl that was born three times destined to a god would give birth to two children. A child that revolved in the light the other in darkness.” I grabbed Iron’s free hand, and his eyes shot to mine as I squeezed his hand. “A child that was life, and child that was death. It states that war would come after the birth of these children as their began. This old prophecy a prophecy that only wizards and vaglor’s remember.” I looked up at Iron, “You’re telling me that our children are the babies from the story?” She nodded as her wings burst out of her back, “How does it end with the parents?” “No one knows.”  Her wings started to burn as the morning sun came through the window. She slowly engulfed in flames, and soon she was just ash. “Iron-” “Nora, a prophecy doesn’t describe us or our children. We’re gonna leave.” He pulled me into a hug dropping Dasim’s head to the floor. “They’ll find us-” “Not where we’re going. I know of the prophecy, I know a safe place where no one can come.” I lifted my head staring into his eyes, “How would you know that?” He pushed my hair behind my ear, “I was the one who created it.”

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