Date Published: 03-18-2017
Fiery fissures close, and thick descending clouds dissipate, revealing the heavenly skies of Wanderamid, and its neighboring worlds. Nevertheless, evil lurks amid the celebration of sustained existence. A demon known as, Lepper, discerns one whose blood runs through pulsating veins, like his own. It provokes his diabolic interest to heighten, and motivates him to search for this individual. He embarks on his pursuit by going through electrifying portals, no longer accessible to mortals, ever since Wanderamid’s crystal ball was placed back to its rightful place, in palms of stone.
Emera, Wanderamid’s powerful witch, finds out about her son’s imminent transformation. His demonic fate leaves her in grave disbelief. She has no notion where he could be, and unaware that he is the purpose for a demon’s hunt!
The peephole's first vision was that of a man sitting beside an old woman, seemingly ill, and oddly grinning down at her, while she, surprised, looked up at him.
"Why did you come back?" she asked sadly.
"You don't seem at all happy to see me, Mother. I wanted to make sure you were on your way to the heavens you've always dreamed your ‘spirit’ would rise up to." He smiled with his arms raised high.
"I'm not departing any time soon, my son. It's only my weakness increasing. I've always wished the same for you too, but you chose to accept eternity in the deep depths of …." She turned her head away, unable to finish.
"You can't even say it." He chuckled. "Use 'eternal flames', or 'darkness', Mother! Can your cracked old lips say those words instead?"
She forced herself to see his red glaring eyes again, and when she did, she reminisced about the day she had given birth to him. If only he had not chosen to welcome his demonic inheritance.
"I tried to save you… both of my sons. I would have given my life."
"Hmm," his voice murmured, unimpressed by her boring statement of unconditional love. "Daeg is not as I. He has more of your soul… your ‘pathetic’ soul. Besides, when death finds him, he will be shunned out from any ‘darkness’ and rise up to your precious heavens!" He laughed. "On the other hand, you saved Father! Be glad for that! You turned his soul to be weak as yours with your ‘love’—and now he's dead!"
Tears escaped her solemn stare.
"I've prayed that my boys would find someone to love them as much as I did your father. He loved me the same, yes, but he was not weak. His love was strong. That's how he became free from the temptations with the dark world."
"I don't have any storage for sympathy; Mother," he replied, "and I don't have a heart to share with anyone."
"How can you say such a thing? You have a heart. When you were born… you had a heart. I felt it beating… and nurtured it," she said, even though he was visibly dispassionate.
"Oh, I will deceive someone, with my fake heart, and she will bear my child. That child will follow me after choosing my ‘gift of eternal darkness,’ and then walk beside me."
Even to imagine that as her unborn grandchild's fate sickened her more, as she lay in a fragile spell.
"Please—don't encourage an innocent child to a life of despair," she pleaded. "If you can do anything for me, I beg of you, grant me that."
"I'm your son! You didn't steer me your way!" He glared at her ferociously.
"Your father and I both gave our sons love. What you boys choose will be your destiny. It's not up to me, although I tried my best!" she cried.
About the Author
I. V.Phillips has always been fascinated with the paranormal. Her supernatural beliefs inspired A New World Fantasy Novel Trilogy.
Born and raised in New Jersey, she now resides in Florida.
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