“You shouldn’t fear me because of my father. You should fear me because I am his son.”
Antione grimaced in pain, that he tried so hard to hide but couldn’t. The other men tried to rush to his rescue but Roshan pulled out his daggers and gave them a warning look. They stopped in their tracks knowing better than to fight a demon who was known for his skills to kill other demons.
Antione looked like he was being strangled. His face became pale and he fell on his knees. He could barely utter a word and all Lucian was doing was holding his arm. Roshan wondered what was going on.
Finally when Antione looked like he was going to die Lucian let go of his arm. As soon as his arm was free Antione fell back and crawled backward as if afraid to stay anywhere near Lucian. The other demons stared surprised, even Roshan.
Antione was a demon lord. He was much older than Lucian and he was known to be fearless and a skilled fighter. For him to look so scared, Lucian must have done something even if they saw him do nothing.
The other demons looked at each other, scared and confused. When Antione was a safe distance away from Lucian he finally let out a breath then tried to get up on his feet. He stumbled a little but then turned to Lucian with a straight face.
“What do you want?” He asked breathless and still pale.
“At my command, I want you to send your subordinates at any time and they shall obey me.”
“You bast…” Erez began to curse as he tried to lurch at Lucian but Antione put a hand on his chest to stop him.
He shook his head at him as a warning then turned back to Lucian again. “Alright. If that’s all you want.” He said.
The others looked at him appalled.
“I hope you spread the word and if anyone disobeys report back to me and I shall pay them a visit,” Lucian said in his most threatening tone.
“I shall do so, My Lord.”
My Lord? That sounded funny coming from him. Roshan put his daggers back knowing that he wouldn’t be needing them. Lucian’s commands were already cutting through the air like sharp knives.
Without a word, Lucian vanished probably teleporting back home and Roshan followed. Once they arrived in the throne hall Roshan had to ask what Lucian did to frighten them so much.
“What did you do?”
Lucian sat on his throne with a thoughtful look. “I wasn’t sure it would work but it did.” He said.
“Well, you know witches can draw power from nature like earth, sun, moon but also from each other. I am half-witch so I thought I would be able to do that. So when I grabbed his arm I drew power from him and used his own power against him.” He explained.
Roshan never thought about that, maybe because no witch has ever done that before. Now he understood why Antione had looked so terrified. Lucian was already too powerful for his age as a demon thanks to his parents and adding Antiones power on all that must have been shocking.
“Are you saying witches can draw power from demons as well?” Roshan asked. Then they were in danger.
“Probably not. Witches are not physically as fast or as strong as demons. In fact, without their magic, they are no different from humans. Therefore grabbing a demon’s arm long enough to withdraw power is not only difficult but suicidal as well. I, on the other hand, have the advantage of also being a demon.”
Roshan listened fascinated. “That’s genius. I knew you would be beast.”
Lucian frowned. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“You should. Always. Especially if it comes from a woman.” He winked leaning against the wall and crossing his arms over his chest.
“Do you think they are scared enough?” Lucian asked.
“They are. Trust me I know demons and now when you have them under your command you don’t need to worry about the witches.” Roshan assured.
Now finally everything was under control. For a long while at least.
“By the way. Klara and I are getting married next week and…you are not invited.” Roshan shrugged jokingly.
Lucian chuckled. “You made a good decision. You don’t want the devil’s son and the bloodthirsty King to turn your wedding into a battlefield.”
“Oh, I would love that. It would be good entertainment for the guests. I just don’t think the bride would like it very much. Especially when she gets blood on her white dress.”
Lucian shook his head with a smile. “Congratulations.” He then said.
“I’ll see you then…brother,” Roshan said teasingly before disappearing.
Strangely Lucian didn’t feel annoyed this time.
All relaxed he made his way to his chamber. He longed to see Hazel and be with her for the first time without worrying about anything, but when he walked into their room he found his mother instead.
Irene sat next to the window, knitting what looked like a sweater. She looked up at him with a smile, her eyes twinkling just like every time she saw him. It was like she was looking at the stars or something more beautiful, more magical, more beloved.
“Lucian.” She said his name with such longing. “Look…” she held up the sweater. “Isn’t it beautiful? I can’t wait to see my grandchild wear it.”
She looked at the sweater and held it as if it was the most precious thing in the world.
“It is beautiful,” Lucian said.
“I did so many of those when I was pregnant with you, imagining how you would look in them.” She still looked at the sweater while she spoke. Lucian knew she didn’t want him to see her cry but he didn’t have to see to know that she was about to. “I made them in all colors just in case. I even made a little blanket to keep you warm. All those things…you never got a chance to wear them.”
Now she looked up to meet his gaze and just then a tear fell down her cheeks. She wiped it away quickly and smiled at him. “I am not crying because of sadness. I am happy for you. You will be a wonderful father just like you are a wonderful son. I am so happy I got the chance to meet you and talk to you. I never thought I would.” She shook her head. “I am talking too much.” She chuckled. “Hazel is taking a bath. I’ll leave you two alone.”
Standing up from her seat she gathered her things and headed toward the door.
The world suddenly went still. That simple word, that word he had wished he could say his entire life but never thought he would. He said it now.
Irene froze in place and stayed like that for what seemed like forever before turning around slowly. She could not believe her ears. Did she hear it right?
“What…what did you say?” She breathed her heart pounding in her ears.
“Mother,” Lucian repeated now more softly as his eyes teared up.
Irene’s heart tightened in joy and she burst into tears. Dropping everything in her hands she ran to him and wrapped her arms around him.
Lucian hugged her back as she cried into his embrace. “I love you son. Your mother loves you so much. So so much.” She grabbed his face and kissed his cheeks.
“Mother.” Tears fell down his face and she wiped them away gently.
“Oh no, don’t cry.” Him crying made her cry even more and they both cried in each others arms.
It was tears of sadness, pain, loneliness, frustration but most of all it was tears of joy.
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