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.


22. Wars Coming

I climbed out of the bed in a rage, and as I walked to the door Maira stood. “We got to find him, he’s...............” I couldn’t bring myself to say anymore as the image of him being beaten flashed in front of my eyes. Damian appeared in the door way his expression more dramatic than usual. “What’s wrong Nora?” I looked at him, his hazel eyes peering into my like swords. “I need a library.............take me to the library.” He nodded slowly turning to go down the hallway. I followed quickly, and as the thought of Iron subsided I tried to focus on the one question that I needed answered. Who the hell was the AIA? As we entered the huge room that was the library I gasped at it’s size. 

It was the size of the main entrance, but it was a little smaller. The selves were covered in books, not one shelf was empty. Damian stopped turned to face me, “Why is it you needed to come in here?” “I need to find out what the AIA is.” His expression changed to fear, “Why do you need to find out who they are?” I looked down at the floor, “So it’s a they. Point me in the direction of the books on them.” He pointed to the bookcase that sat in the far corner of the room. I started walking toward it when Damian grabbed my arm, “What is this about.”  His tone was darker than usual, and his eyes were focused on me in the most inhuman stare that I have ever seen. I snatched my arm from his grip, and he straightened his posture. “You can leave now! Go!” I walked over to the bookshelf, and to my surprise there were books on a table. I walked over to it see a symbol on top of it, it was with wings with a sword going through the middle. 

I looked at the label under and the letters caught my eye. It was labeled The History of the AIA. This book should have been dusty if it was in here judging by the other book shelves, but this one wasn’t remotely even dusty. I pulled the chair out sitting down slowly, and the even weirder thing was that the seat was warm. No one in the house but Iron and me were alive, the seat being warm was just impossible. I opened the book to see the man from before, the man in the golden Iron. I looked beneath the picture it said his name was Dasim. As the next phrase came into view my mouth dropped open. He was an angel, and not just any angel. He was the leader of them. I turned the page, and as I did my heart stopped beating. Everything went dark. 

The room I awoke in was very ancient, and I’m talking about ancient. The room was lit by torches, and the smell suggested that it was somewhere underground. The smell was rotten, and of moist soil. The floor was dirt and so were the walls. I heard voices coming from the other rooms, and my heart nearly skipped a beat. I slowly made my way to the narrow exit that stood at the front of the room. I put my hand on the mud wall peeking around the corner to see who it was. The voices were low, but I could hear it. “This is outrageous. Sixty-thousand angels killed, and you’re telling me you can do nothing about it?” “Yes, the people I work for tell me they’re doing the best they can.” The voice who spoke first had a deeper voice to it, but the second was a little deep almost like his throat was being scratched. They went silent then they started speaking again. “So what are they trying to do, what does this mean to the angel world?” It was silent for a long time, but then the man spoke again. “They are trying to protect us, but no one can stop what’s coming.” “What’s that,”
“War.” My eyes snapped back open. 

I was breathing heavily as the images were still fresh in my mind, and I stared down at the page. The caption at the top was red and bold, “The War of the AIA of 500BC.” I started to read the page, and one name stuck out in the paragraph. Johanna Iron. It had to be Iron’s mother because he didn’t have any other siblings. As I read on everything started to make sense, and I came upon a phrase that I had heard before. “The life that we live is nothing but an illusion of a better tomorrow.” I remember that phrase, and I knew who had said it. My father. Everything I kept finding out about was leading me to my father, but something wasn’t adding up. The time loop that I got sucked up into, the illusions I see. 

Nothing was making sense anymore, everything was falling apart. A voice started speaking in my head, a voice that was soothing. “Try harder, look closer at things, theres a solution to everything.” I looked down at the book, and the answer was right in front of me. I read the caption and got up closing the book as I did so. I made my way back to the living room, and Damian was standing by the door. His expression was back to normal now, and as I stopped in front of him his eyes met mine. “Everyone come front center.” They started to appear all around me, and I swallowed at how many there were. I knew that it was a lot of them, but I never stood in the middle of all them. I looked all around me and began to speak, “We have to get Iron back. He’s in danger.” “How do you plan we do that!” I turned to where the sound cam from, but the person who had said it was deep in the crowd. “We’ll get people to help us, we’ll summon them.” Damian stepped foreword, “Who will this be?” I turned to him, “Angels.”

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