Married To The Shadow Lord

ab

oard. Nothing about the brilliant light bouncing

laying chess in the game room while the grownups of the h

on

om the light. The warm rays may have given me a sunbur

ome blistering flesh. It would at least be something

by pressing my lips together. Father would undoubtedly hear since demons h

was unique. I, at least, hope

ing as it was to act in a way appropriate for my age. There were

tside the large bay window. The flying bug with hues of yellow and p

ere was no purpose that I could see. Even the butterfly didn't make use of its ability to

tupidly gorgeous day with plenty of stup

re also

My father grew more stern as the solstice approache

al entities, the number seven had special significance. Even some of the s

ken to a witch before. also a fairy. Also a shifter. Or a

ould have been listening for this birthday to be unique from the others. not mu

eam instead of being prohibited from playing in the yar

id. I despised that voice and how

It was quite challenging to play a game of strategy against oneself. I had

ice resounding throughout the hou

eeds to go

roat. There it was. I held my breath while maintaining

my father, arrived at the doorway. In this home, hope was a hazardo

tion is when my throat clears. I

ic night-black hair of the Fortis class of demons. His hair was pulled back, revealing

His silent demeanor was really overwhelmi

th my mother's naval eyes and her golden hair. Although I had neve

it could have been simpler for me. If I had a diffe

y sire, I twitched my fingers. He didn't say much, b

ew I didn't fear him and would finally obey

brother ever did. The evidence for this might be found in Gregor's cal

attire. On his right hip, he had his beloved pistol h

an could wear. Except for the grenades and othe

tightly held in each of Gregor's hands as he rushed as quickly as lightning. I had

t talent. Any talent will do. Any talent that would

ne. He kept my gaze for a little while without revealing anything.

he modern kitchen. Had Father bought me anyt

led to blink as I desperately tried to get the liquid to go.

d changed. For a birthday supper, there are no fixed tables on

th

ife were different from wha

ted. Tears demonstrated weakness. Father hated being expose

decided not to be a victim, he had advised. It was advice

a gift I'd ever gotten was a brief period of illusory freedom. So I

al stone mansion. We climbed the hill to have a better view of the valleys and dips below fro

hich I was not allowed to go into. My stomach sank. At t

vered. The majority of people who resided there also remained away from it. Fortunate

entranceways to regions where few people could

ty of whom were once demons. The individuals picked as the heirs of the previous crosses had been transfor

e villains in human movies and novels, even though they were the only thing standing between s

terribl

r his efforts, he would not be quite so irritable. I laughed as I imagined

gor whispe

back to where we were

hrough the backland. This place was known as Deadman's Hollow by the lo

cent. I received two bleeding lips and o

nnel of shadow seemed to defy gravity. In sharp contrast to the oppressive July heat that w

cision. My exhilaration soon gave way to apprehension. He never acted irrationally, a

ed us about 10 yards apart. I h

ove only after rece

n face. His eyes sparked with something, but I was too young to get the m

my attention back to the crossing's entrance. There was something in th

a small child of my age could muster. When I bumped into something strange but not particula

kept. This being's power was magnetic, as opposed to Father's magic, which often felt as un

ssing. It was perilous for any Other to hold onto so much energy. I

er if my uncle was pondering drawing his katanas. I gasped and opened my

move tha

en worlds. My ears started to ring loudly. Water began to pool, burning my eyes. I

t for my uncle. The breath I had battled so har

emed out of place in this rural setting, drew my eye. My hands were on his wrist. He swatted them aside while mai

half of it remained in my trunk and the other half was in front of my face. Father's face was cast in a

want this b

I nodded firmly. I was sti

uctions. You entered the crossing as well as

ove my feet. I spent too much time trying to manage my po

earn or you will d

garded him. They weren'

lose as his look pierced mine and I forced forceful blinks. He took a who

hose few moments it took for my soul to calm do

as such an ambiguous instruction that it may h

made a significant deci

time it took for Jesus to restore my soul. Every cell and n

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