*Damian*
I must have fallen asleep last night because I woke up on Ember's bed and saw the sun peeking through the window. I got up to go make some coffee since my stomach was upset from all the alcohol that I drank last night. I get into the kitchen and I'm surprised to see Crystal at the counter making herself some toast with jelly on it. She sees me and smiles.
"Good morning, Damian." She greets.
"Morning." I say with a deep tired voice.
"How'd you sleep?" She asks.
"Honestly, I slept pretty great last night. It was the best sleep I had since the incident." I can feel myself starting to tear up again. Crystal comes around the table and gives me a hug. "I'm sorry."
"No, Damian, don't ever be sorry. I know you were very close to your parents and your brother. At least you made it out alive." She reassured me. I shake my head.
"Why? Why them? Who hated them so bad that they needed to die?" I asked myself more than her.
"Those two had a lot of enemies, Damian. It could have been any number of them." That made my blood boil more than anything. If one of their enemies did this, I'll do what they couldn't. I'll kill them! "I can see the anger on your face. Don't do anything stupid. Ember has been through enough. I've been through enough."
"If any of them did this to my parents, they need to die."
"No. They need justice! Not revenge. That's your demon side trying to tell you that you need blood spilled for them. Honestly, I wouldn't care one bit if their enemies died but I will not see your blood or Ember's blood on the sword that slays them. You two are too important to me and this world." I look into her eyes and see a race of emotions going through them. Anger, sadness, depression, and many more. I bet she's felt like this all week. "Before I go upstairs to try to sleep this off, I went by the property yesterday and saw this in your mailbox." She hands me an envelope. It looked old and the handwriting looked to be my father's. "I suggest you run your course of emotions and when you're ready, open this letter and read it." I nod my head.
"Thank you." I whispered. She gives me a half smile before going past me. Her footsteps faded as she ascended the stairs.
After having some coffee, eating breakfast, working out, and trimming my beard and hair I decided to sit down at the table and braced myself. The envelope with my father's handwriting was in my hands. I open the envelope carefully and hold a piece of paper in my hands. I open it and read it.
"The last and testament of the deceased; Michael Morningstar:
In the event of my death, I hereby declare that all my worldly possessions are given to my eldest son, Damian Morningstar. Damian, I ask that you honor the Morningstar family legacy, and commit yourself to help anyone in need, especially those close to you. Please, be strong. You are young, but destined for great things. Make the most of this opportunity. You are in fact a Demon Angel hybrid and though I do not know the extent of your powers or abilities, I know you will use them for good. But underneath our property are gifts. Use them for the good that you are about to do. Protect the humans and all the other supernatural creatures that you will encounter no matter how small or vague. As a Morningstar, you are from both Heaven and Hell. These 'gifts' I give you will help you decide what journey you want to do with them: clothes, weapons, and wealth. Do not be frivolous with them. I ask seven things of you, my son. Do not let your mind be taken by pride, do not be greedy with power or money, never have wrath upon your enemies, do not be lustful for blood, do not glutton yourself to destruction, do not envy those who are feared and most importantly, never sloth the idea of forgiveness. In death, I will love you forever. Your father, Michael Morningstar."
My hands shake as tears pour out of my eyes onto the table. I sniffle and almost choke on a sob as I read over and over again. Suddenly, a flash of images starts racing through my brain. They are so quick that I couldn't even see them. Just as they appeared through, they disappeared. What the hell was that?
"It's one of our powers. The ability to see the past through objects." Drago says. Woah, I have psychometry? I thought I only had enhanced senses, strength, speed, durability and healing from last night. How many powers am I gonna have? Before making sense of the images, I decided to write a note in my phone of powers that I have so far.
After Drago and I discussed it, we decided to head back home. Well what used to be home. I decided to bring Ember with me after she had woken up and ate. She was my moral support and she was more than happy to be with me. I parked my truck in the barren driveway and killed the engine, breathing in through my nose and out my mouth to calm me down. Ember's hand lands on my thigh.
"Damian, we can come back another day if you want. If you can't do it, I understand." I shake my head.
"I have to do this." She nods as I open my door. She follows suit once I start to make my way where my house used to be. So many memories come to mind. I can remember when my father and I used to play catch when I was little. I was a giggly little bitch of a kid but I guess he didn't care as long as he was me. Dad, I wish you were with me now. I can still smell my mother's cooking when I came in from playing outside with the other kids. She made the best meals, the best desserts, and she always had a green thumb. Planting flowers and vegetables alongside our house. Memories of Owen then come to mind. At first, I hated the new baby in the house taking all the attention but he soon grew to be the best brother in the world. He taught me so many things when he came home from school. He taught me math, how to write and read words from different languages, biology, astronomy, and all that other shit. But I mostly liked it when he learned a new history lesson. We were both into dinosaurs as kids. Our parents actually took us to a museum one time to see skeletons and fossils of different creatures from the past. Dad thought about teaching us about other human civilizations before us and we were always interested. It became our dinner conversation every single night. We learned about Egyptians, Spartans, Vikings, Native Americans, the Celtic Warriors, the Empires of the world, the Patriots of America, Pirates, and even the World Wars. Every single battle and belief was a story to us and we enjoyed every second. Tears flood my eyes as these memories pass through. Now all those memories were ashes and splinters of wood. I stood in the middle of them grabbing the ashes with my hand and letting them fall out of it. "Focus" Drago says. Right, I had almost forgotten why we were here.
I take a breath of fresh air as a series of images floods my brain. Again they are too fast to comprehend. "Do not let guilt or pain cloud your mind." I close my eyes letting my other senses go into overdrive. The images appear again, this time slow and clear. I can see my father and my pregnant mother in the basement. My father puts something in a trap door. Funny, I didn't even know we had that in the basement? Another memory pops in as I see my father covering the door with cement. Now I know where to look. "Ember."
"Yes?"
"Grab a sledgehammer and a shovel from the truck bed. I know what I need to do."