~~Young~~

Chapter Seventeen

   Instantly her hand shot up to that irritating bauble, “no,” she shook her head, “no I…I don’t want to, not until you tell me what you are.”

   “I’ll tell you if you tell me,” he offered playfully, hoping he could turn the mood around.

   But he was just met with another question of course, once very much full of accusation, “how do you even know about it?”

   “Because that’s what that says,” he motioned to her necklace, “it says fight against the darkness.”

   She picked the glass charm up to examine it herself, “no it doesn’t.”

   “Yes,” he said firmly and pushed off the bed to show her as much, “right there,” he pointed to a line of swirls, “in the immortal language it‘s spelled out clearly.”

   “Immortal language?” she asked.

   “Yeah, as in the language of the immortals.”

   Sera shook her head sharply and backed away, “no, no that’s impossible. My sister made this when she was twelve, my disabled sister. Her brain has a glitch in it, language is lost to her. She can’t speak or write…”

   “So then how does she communicate?” Gage asked skeptically, “you already told me the two of you ‘talk’ all the time.”

   Sera had gone on for quite some time about her sister, and it was so very evident that she had become the light in her darkness. She loved that girl as if she were her own, thought it her responsibility to see to her happiness. It was like every decision Sera made in life was based in that girl. Admirable true, but Gage was a little more partial to Sera’s happiness and didn’t really care to hear how she had sacrificed so much for her sister.

   “Well, yeah, I talk she listens mostly. And when I call one of the Sisters is usually there to translate what Joey…says for me but when we’re together it’s all in pictures.”

   “Pictures huh?” Gage crossed his arms over his chest in satisfaction.

   He could practically see it as things clicked into place in her mind. Again she pulled her necklace out examine it, “so…you think she actually wrote that there?”

   “Well, she’d be the first mortal I’ve even heard of to understand that since we don’t teach it to your kind, but like you said, her mind doesn’t work the way every other mortal’s does.”

   “My kind,” she muttered in understanding, and suddenly a sense of foreboding came over Gage, “right, because we’re obviously not the same,” her gaze flicked behind Gage, “your turn, what are you?”

   Shit. He was hoping to avoid this. That maybe Sera had forgotten about it, but nooo….

   He had thus far managed to tactically avoid any specifics about his current residence or employer and as such his classification. Never once did he mention the words hell, Lucifer, or demon. He wanted her to know about him true, to share as much about himself that she had about herself but he had skipped over the more- for lack of a better word- damning parts of his history. He heard about her troubled childhood, her sister, the vital part of her life her friend Chelsea had become…but knowing what he did-now- about her he didn’t want her to think he was what she had spent her life fighting against.

   “I’m a hunter,” he began as he went to crash on the bed again, “plain and simple. Yes I spend a lot of my time looking into people and conducting thorough investigations, but it’s only a means to an end. Their end specifically,” he mumbled, “I’m judge, jury and executioner. If after asking to look into an incident I deem their lives to be hazardous to others, if they corrupt the innocent for gain, then it’s my job to take them out. Are you following me so far?”