The Prophecy

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Preface:

A young woman walked briskly through the crowded streets of Manhattan, clad in a dark charcoal colored cloak from head to toe. It wasn’t unusual to see such attire mid-winter, but the power emanating from this strange woman had people fleeing to the other side of the street so not to cross paths with her as she rounded the corner and entered a small rundown bookstore on the verge of foreclosure.

It didn’t look much better on the inside than it did out, but she had a purpose for coming here, and it wasn’t to get the latest Patterson novel. “I am here for Permesis.” Her soft voice rang throughout the store as she took off her cloak and let it fall to the floor, revealing fiery red spirals trailing down her back and piercing grey eyes and a gown to match that hugged her bodice in all the right ways.

An elderly man came from the backroom carrying a stack of leather bound books and set them behind his desk. “How does a young lady like yourself know that name?”

“That matters not, I need to speak to Permesis; it is of utmost importance.”

He stared at her warily, wondering what her business with his son might be, knowing it could be anything but good. “He’s in the backroom, second door on the left.”

She smiled gently and nodded her thanks, making her way to Permesis. She raised her hand, ready to strike with her knuckles when a man’s voice made her jump back. “Enter!”

She opened the door silently and strode inside with the confidence only someone of her kind could give. “You are Permesis, are you not?”

“I am the one you seek.” He answered, stepping into the light to reveal a handsome young man in his late twenties; he had tousled black hair and eyes of crimson, the only thing that gave away what he truly was. “And you are Lady Penelope of the realm of Sen.”

“I have traveled a great distance to speak with you on the matters of the veil.” Penelope stepped forward, closing some of the distance between them.

“Why should the veil interest me?” he asked, cocking his head to the side.

“Come now, wise Permesis.” She trailed her fingertips down his exposed chest and whispered. “You know of who I am, you must know of why I have come.”

“You have come because the veil is being destroyed, you have come to seek my help; but again I ask why should the veil interest me?”

“You are a man of vanity as is your entire kind, demon.” She scratched his chest, leaving angry red marks down his torso. “You walk both realms, you are half guardian and half demon, and you are special. You feed from the mortals day and night, no other demon before you has ever been able to do that, what then when the veil is broken and the demons come pouring through? You will just be another soul sucker walking this realm.”

Glowing red eyes bore into hers, as he gripped her hands tightly. “What do you expect me to do about it?”

 “Not you; us.” She took her hands from his and pulled a scroll from between her breasts and handed it to Permesis without looking at him, as he read aloud.

A daughter born beneath the blood red sun,

Mostly light runs through her veins.

 

“She’ll make a choice that can change our fate.

Darkness shall rise as the veil has torn,

During our war, both sides we shall mourn.

In this bloody strife, only true love may thrive”

He handed the scroll back to her, and scoffed. “I don’t know what you expect from me?”

“Can’t you see, Permesis?” She grabbed his arm urgently. “You must know what this means.”

“I most certainly don’t, Penelope.” He sneered her name as he yanked his arm away.

“Mostly light runs through her veins.” She whispered. “Mostly; the child is tainted only slightly. You are the only one who can make this true.”

“What and you volunteered for the deed?”

“I am doing what I must for our realm!”

“This realm is my home, not Sen; Never Sen.” He seethed. “Let me make myself clear: I will do this so that my realm stays MY realm, and once I’ve done my part, I want no contact from any of you. Forget that I exist, do you understand?”

“I do.” She said, quietly.

***

He sighed, locking the door. “Then lets get this over with, I don’t want to consort with your kind any more than I have too.” 

“Such a gentleman you are.” She rolled her eyes and flicked her wrist, letting darkness claim the room.

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