"You want my blood?" Katrina asks me, looking at me as if I'm crazy.
"I just need a little bit," I respond. "Just enough to coat the crest in front.
Katrina glances at the front of the book; there's a small shield pictured above the book's title. The shield is the emblem of the demon race, with the four demon leaders portrayed on it.
"I'll just prick your finger with a needle, and then you just have to rub it over the crest," I reply as I turn my attention back to Katrina. A few minutes ago, her cheeks were flushed pink from her recent orgasm; now, those same cheeks look pale.
"Are you okay, Katrina?" I ask as I tuck my thumb under her chin and have her look up towards me.
"I...I'm... fine." She stutters, "It's just, needles scare the fuck out of me."
Now it's my turn to give her a skeptical look, "But you have multiple piercings." I responded.
Her face makes me feel like I've kicked a puppy. She's fidgeting with her hands, and I can tell she's nervous about something; my heart breaks for her when she finally speaks. "Needles scare the shit out of me, but sometimes being scared was the only indicator I had to remind myself that I am still alive." She whispers as she rubs her hands up and down her arms as if she's chilly.
"Katrina," I call to her as I pull her in tightly, tucking her chin into my neck. "I didn't know, babe. I'm sorry, we can find a different way to figure out who your parents are." I whisper into her hair and stroke her golden locks with my hand.
She pulls away slightly and feints a smile, "No, it was a solid plan. Do you have a knife by chance?" She asks, seeming a little calmer now that I've put the needle away.
I kiss the top of her head before releasing her from my arms. I feel around the bottom of the table until I find what I'm looking for, pressing against the loose wood until a hidden drawer slides out. I pull out a small knife and hand it to Katrina.
Without even blinking, she unsheathes the knife. She grabs the book on demonology placing it on the table before her. She stands up and holds her hand, facing palm upright above the book where the family crest is. She quickly makes a deep slash on her hand. I am mesmerized as her blood spills out of her hand and lands on the book.
The book starts to make a loud hissing noise as her blood soaks into it, a purple cloud of smoke coming from every crevice in its original binding. Katrina doesn't know it yet. She hasn't gotten to the different colors of smoke that demons emit in class yet, but purple smoke means succubus type—the darker the purple, the stronger the demon.
Katrina lets out a shriek, "Did you see that?" She asks me, not turning her head from the book as she studies it thoroughly. Sometimes I forget that this entire world is new to Katrina. She's always so down to earth about everything.
"Yeah," I reply. "It's the book sorting through your DNA. The purple smoke means that you're related to one of the succubi."
"A succubi?" Katrina asks, one brow raised, "Hmm, I guess if I have to be a demon, a sex demon isn't too bad. It might explain why I have four mates."
I couldn't help but chuckle, even with the pit forming in my stomach. My girl goes with the flow. Nothing phases her.
"Maybe that's why I felt like you were sucking out my soul earlier," I say with a wink.
She, of course, lets out a little gasp, "Wait, What! Samael, you should have told me!" She shrieks.
"I'm just kidding, love," I reply.
The book makes a loud slamming noise against the table as it flips open to the very first page. Lilith, Queen of the Demons, Mother of Succubi, Mate to Lucifer, was Katrina's mother. There wasn't any doubt now; Katrina was a powerful demon. A Demi-Demon.
"Lilith?" Katrina asked, "That name sounds familiar; isn't she like Lucifer's mate? How is she a succubus as well as a fallen angel?"
"Lilith had many powers before she descended the Heavens. She was also the most beautiful of all the angels. Every man wanted her, but her heart only belonged to one other, Lucifer. When Lucifer fell, Lilith was right behind him. The original God stripped her of her powers, but he couldn't take her beauty. It is said that the minute she descended into Hell, the Underworld before my father took control, her wings turned black, and she had the powers to seduce anyone and live off their lust. Lucifer used her ability; he'd make her seduce his enemies. Finally, Lilith had enough. She helped with the uprising to defeat Lucifer. My father took control of Hell shortly after that and renamed it the Underworld." I replied, giving her a little history lesson on Lilith as well.
"So Lilith, err... I guess Mom wasn't entirely a monster?" Katrina asked, her eyes pleading with me to tell her that her mother was a good person too, but I couldn't lie to her.
"It depends on who you ask. In the end, yes, I believe she was a good person. In the beginning, though, I wouldn't vouch for her being a good person." I reply, giving her a small smile that I hope didn't look like a grimace.
"Well, not everyone can be one hundred percent pure," Katrina said, shrugging like learning her mother was a deviant didn't matter to her.
"You know it's okay to show your emotions, right?" I ask her as I run my thumb over her cheeks, "You won't seem weak. You're already one of the strongest people I know."
She doesn't open up, and I'm not expecting her to. I'll be here when she's ready to, though, and I'll remind her of that constantly.
"So," She says, letting out a loud sigh, "Will one of these ancient books tell me who my father is… Oh god, it couldn't possibly be Lucifer, could it? Luka saw my inner soul; he said I had one white wing and one black wing; maybe mom managed to right her wrongs, and she gained her angel status back."
"No, it's not Lucifer. Lilith killed him long before you were conceived." I reply.
"Whew, that's a relief." She responds, running her hands through her blond hair, "Alright, bring on the Angelology book; you might as well get this out of the way now."
I grab the old angel textbook. Instead of a dark crest, this book has an insignia of angel wings and a halo. Yeah, it's pretty cliche, but the Angels don't like change. Katrina grabs the knife again, but I quickly grab it from her hand, "You don't have to spill blood with this text. You need to target the symbol with some of your angel power."
"Oh, that's just fantastic," Katrina chirps happily, "I've been working on controlling my heavenly light power. This is the perfect opportunity to see if I've succeeded in learning some control."
I place the book down in front of her and step cautiously out of the way. Heavenly light won't kill me, but it could cause me immense pain if I'm struck by it. Katrina hovers her hand slightly above the angel insignia. Her body stiffens, and her eyes flash briefly from blue to black. Before the heavenly light even leaves her hand, the book starts to open and rifle through its pages. When her magic strikes the book, it flips straight to Michael's page. The archangel and the fallen angel produced a child together, as I expected. Katrina's life would be at risk if anyone found out the truth about her parents.