Gregory charged at them with speed unmatched and reached them within the twinkle of and eye. He swung his sword but the demon bunnies dodge by a whisker but the result of that swing levelled the hill behind the manor. Luckily my father had purchased that piece of land and no one lives within a 20Km radius of the manor entrance.
Gregory continued to charge at them with death in his eyes. I was frightened to see that cute innocent looking boy who looked like he couldn't harm a fly now attacking three demons with his sword. His hair was flying all over the place while he attacked them. He finally landed a blow on one of the demons. He effortlessly used the handle of his sword to strike the head of the demon. It fell to the ground. A gust of dust went up in the air as it hit the ground with a large thud. When the dust settled the demon had an oval shaped scar on its forehead and it was completely dead. 'One hit? All it took was one hit? Just how strong is Gregory?' I was eager to find out. Gregory told me to look out as one of the demons was headed towards me.
I froze.
I didn't know what to do.
I put my hands up in front of me and closed my eyes.
I thought to myself, 'Well I'm a goner.' But I opened my eyes to see a look of astonishment on the face of the demon and a look of pride on that of Greg.
I had the demon floating in front of me unable to move from that spot. I had him locked in a telekinetic choke hold. Then I remembered that before the attack, Greg told me that my telekinesis had also been awoken.
I moved my hands from side to side and the demon's body followed suit. Then, I pushed the body away and Gregory met it and sliced off its head like a tomato. I never saw where the head went all I knew was that Gregory had killed another one of the demons but this time with a little help from yours truly.
I was so proud of myself that I had been able to give my first assist in a kill. So this is how Anthony Davis feels whenever he passes the ball to Lebron. It feels good.
Gregory continued to pursue the last demon which actually put up a fight. It almost landed a blow on Gregory but it only tore his shirt.
That pissed Gregory off.
"First, you ruin my morning and now this? Oh you're gonna regret ever being born!" Gregory said as he tore off what remained of his shirt and exposed the scar left on his chest after his battle with his father when he was 13 and a very good looking, well-built torso, with abs that looked like they were literally made of steel.
He charged at the demon moving at the speed of light. The next thing I knew Gregory was standing next to me and the demon was at the same spot motionless.
"What the fuck happened to the fight?!" I exclaimed
"Wait for it…", he said as he held his index finger up. Just then the earth shook and the last demon slipped into two like they do in cartoons. 'He had caused an earthquake just by cutting a demon in half? Really how strong is this guy?' It peeked my interest all the more to know.
Gregory looked at me and smiled. "Are you okay? That last attack could have levelled a small city."
"Yeah I'm fine" I answered back in a soft voice.
Gregory looked at me with his beautiful hazel eyes. He couldn't stop staring at me. And I couldn't stop staring at him. He reached out and pushed my hair back a bit with his finger, "I don't know what I'd do if anything happened to you." Gregory said in a soft voice I've never heard him speak in before- well I've only known him for about 10 hours so I guess there's a lot more I don't know.
He stepped forward and telekinetically picked up my glasses from beneath the rubble and restored them.
"I have the ability to fix and restore. Kinda like healing but with inanimate objects." Gregory made me aware of another power of his.
They were as good as new. The fight had destroyed the entire west wing of the Gray manor but that was the last thing on our minds. We were more concerned about the moment we were in. Here and now. Just the two of us.
Our eyes locked and for a brief moment we had forgotten about the world around us. The destruction. The carnage. Gregory leaned forward and placed his hand delicately on my cheek.
"This time your father isn't here to stop us." Gregory meant it as a joke but once he said it, he immediately regretted it. He didn't have to tell me. I could see it written all over his face.
"Oh yeah? Why would he need to stop us?" I asked cheekily. I was blushing and if he could I'm sure Gregory would have been blushing too.
"Because I'm about to try to kiss you again," Gregory said without flinching or losing eye contact with me.
The moment had arrived, the attraction between us was like the unlike poles of two magnets.
"Well then go for it." I was ready for it. He leaned over, puckered up and kissed me right on my 'cherry red lips' as he called them. We stood there with our eyes closed passionately kissing each other. The Prince of hell and the daughter of a demon. It was like a fairy tale.
As I opened my eyes, the west wing of the house had been restored to its former glory and Gregory and I stood there staring at each other for what seemed like ages then someone teleported into the house. I felt the person's presence and the power coursing through the body of that being.
"Lenette? Lenny darling, where are you?" It was my mum. She had returned. She walked into the kitchen and was dumbfounded to see Gregory.
Gregory stood up and addressed my mother, "Lady Eleanor Leviathan-Gray III, what an honor it is to be in your presence once again." He said as he bowed in reverence of my mother.
"Your majesty…Um I mean young man what brings you to my house?" My mum answered like she was the most confused person in the room- finally it wasn't me.
"Don't worry mother. I know about everything." I assured her that it was okay to drop the act.
"Everything?" She enquired
"Yes mother. Everything." I reassured her.
"So you know that I'm a demon of noble blood and that if His Majesty over here decides to abdicate the throne that I'd be next in line after Her Majesty, Princess Gwen to be ruler of hell?"
That piece of information was unknown to me. My mother could be queen of hell? That means that I could be queen of hell.
"Well I came because I felt a large energy surge and I tracked the location to my house. Are you alright teacup?" My mother said with a look of concern on her face as she checked me to see if I had any injuries or scars or anything on me. I assured that I was safe and that I was fine. I told her how Gregory bashed in the head of the demons that attacked us and mother didn't seem as surprised as I thought she would be, "What more to expect from the future king of hell."
"Well mum there's one thing I left out." I had a smirk on my face as I got ready to reveal my newly awoken powers to my mother.
"Your powers showed up didn't they?" My mother had ruined the surprise. Gregory laughed when he realized what had just transpired.
"That's why the demons came, isn't it Your Majesty?" My mother asked Gregory with a tone that suggested she blamed him for the attack but didn't want to directly say it.
"It's most likely that may be the reason why they attacked. A young demon of nobility has just be set lose. Imagine how much she'd go for on the black market or even how much damage she could cause if she is turned to the dark side." Gregory answered my mother like he didn't notice the anger with which she addressed him.
My mother now let her presence be felt in the room by spreading her aura but then it was quickly over shadowed and undermined by an even greater presence. It felt like someone had filled the room with condensed air and we found it difficult to breathe, my mother and I.
Then Gregory stood up, looked at mother and said, "As you can see, I'm not a child anymore. The aura I just let out is nothing compared to my true power so don't test me Lady Leviathan-Gray. I respect you a lot and I think I might have feelings for your daughter so please don't let our reunion end on a bad note."
My mother was astonished. Maybe it was because of how much his aura had grown since the last time they met and how quickly it had over shadowed hers or maybe it was because he had confessed his feelings towards me after meeting me only the night before.
"I am Lady Eleanor Leviathan-Gray III, I will not be disrespected in…" My mother couldn't finish her statement when Gregory turned and exclaimed, "And I am Prince Gregurioua Callaghan Luciferoa, Crown Prince and heir to the throne of hell!" He said with such authority as he let out his wings and released his aura again but this time it was much more than before. Much, much more.
He stood there locking eyes with my mother with fury knowing deep in himself that he could easily lay waste to my mother and I think my mother knew it to because she reclined and apologized to him. He did same to her then looked at me. He saw the fear in my eyes and felt ashamed and walked out the kitchen door to the backyard. I followed him out and shouted, "Wait up! Where are you going?"
He answered me with a voice that showed his remorse, "Lady Levia… I mean your mother probably doesn't want me here and I don't like to stay where I'm not welcome so I'm leaving."
I knew that nothing I said could change his mind so I decided to telepathically communicate with him
'I'm sorry all this happened Lenette. I truly am.'
'But nothing is your fault, you didn't ask to be who you are' I told him
'But I am who I am, aren't I?'
He let his wings out and flew up into the sky. The blow back wind from him taking flight was enough to sweep me off my feet. I fell to the ground and watched as the prince of hell flew away.
My mother came out and helped me up to my feet. I shrugged her hand off me and entered the house and slammed the door behind then I heard her think to herself, 'Oh honey, I really wish you could be with him but now that his father has returned I don't know if he's going to survive the fight like he did the first time. Even then, he was lucky.' After hearing this I closed my eyes and thought about last night in my room and instantly I was at the exact spot where he first tried to kiss me.
'I guess I've unlocked my teleportation but he's not here to show me how to use it.' I jumped into my bed and cried myself to sleep hoping that tomorrow I'd wake up and he would be sitting at the foot of my bed watching me as I slept. That he'd be the first person I'd see as I opened my eyes. That his voice would be the sweet melody to which my soul would jump, just knowing that he is right here and that we are safe together. It was only 1 o'clock in the afternoon but I fell asleep like I'd been awake for ages.
I slept for 17 hours straight-but I cried for 7 of those- then stayed in bed the entirety of the next day. I didn't want to go to school. I didn't want to get out of bed. I didn't want to do anything. I didn't eat or drink anything the whole day. My mother tried to come to my room but I dropped a note in her mind telling her that I'm fine and that I just needed some space.
But I didn't need space. I didn't want food, neither did I want water or anything else. I just wanted him. Was that too much to ask for?