Demon (BoyxBoy) Book 1

Seth’s POV

I felt Jaxon place his hand firmly on my back, his fingers grasping the fabric of my shirt. I looked behind me, my gaze landing on his face. He was looking down at me with an expression of sympathy, his eyes his bright yellow color. I felt a breeze of air wrap around us, realizing he was teleporting us away from the scene.

We ended up in my bedroom, I was still in my doubled-over position from throwing up. He took his hand off my back, wrapping it around my arm. He pulled me over to the nearest seat, kneeling down in front of me. I couldn’t bear to look at him, I couldn’t bear to do anything at the moment. He placed his hands on each of my arms, gently running his thumbs in a comforting motion.

″Can you speak, darling?″ He asked me softly. I shook my head no, feeling the tears well up in my eyes. I felt stupid for feeling like this... she’s the one who caused all of this. She had my memories erased for covering up her tracks. She didn’t want to get in trouble for abusing me. She didn’t want the kingdom to fall apart... She still shouldn’t have had me. If I haven’t seen the memories... she would be a wonderful mother. She taught me how to bake, she homeschooled me. She taught me how to shave, even though herself she didn’t know that well how to... She was the only one I had. Yes, I had my grandfather... but I didn’t have a dad. She was all I had.

Everything is happening too fast. Just a week ago I was getting a black beaded necklace from the maidens of my kingdom for my birthday, I was practicing hand to hand combat with Jules. My mother and I were okay, my grandfather was alive... I regained my memories, oh god... those sick, awful memories... I could still feel her tearing at my skin... I could feel her trying to tear the wings out of my back. I could feel the anger in her voice...

I felt myself flinch against Jaxon’s touch, not daring to meet his eyes. He immediately took his hands from my arms, and I felt his worried stare boring into me.

″Please don’t hurt me...″ I heard myself say, feeling myself spiral into a panic. The tears that were daring to leak from my eyes finally fell, my body shaking with sadness. I don’t know why I was acting like this... I don’t want to lose my mother, but I think I already did... I’m going to lose her. The woman who raised me... but also my abuser. I love her so much but she hurt me so badly... I don’t know who I was asking not to hurt me, It wasn’t directed at Jaxon... I just don’t want to hurt anymore. I don’t want it.

″Seth, I would never hurt you... and I promise you that if anyone tries I’m going to be there to return the favor.″ He said to me, an attempt to calm me down. I felt myself sobbing harder, my fists clenching. I don’t want her to die, I know it’s stupid to say... I love her, even though she doesn’t love me.

″Seth... I know how awful it is to lose your mother. I’m not going to ridicule you for being sad, even after everything she’s done to you. My mother wasn’t the best either... She didn’t like that she bared a demon’s child, she neglected me. Though she tried her best... she knew I was still her son. When she committed I was devasted... I still miss her to this day. That was almost over three-hundred years ago and I still miss her... I know it’s hard... but I need you to try to calm down, you’re beginning to hyperventilate.″ He finished, his voice shaky.

I still couldn’t look at him. I probably looked so weak... I’m supposed to be Lucifer’s son. I’m supposed to be one of the most powerful beings alive, what is wrong with me? Was it because I was raised as a regular human? What even am I in this world? I feel like a mistake...

″...Angel, It’s time to calm down.″

With those words, I felt an inner peace within me. I was still sad, the tears were still streaming down my face... but I felt somewhat at peace. I finally stopped sobbing, only soft whimpers and sniffles came from me. I finally gained the courage to look up at him, whipping my eyes.

His hazel eyes were his powerful yellow ones, and he had a confused look on his face. He was gazing down at his arm, his eyes widened. I looked down at his, and a glowing mark was on his wrist. It was a mark that I’ve never seen before... It had a small star in the center of it, a small oval under. It also had triangles pointing out from each it’s sides.

Jaxon slowly took my arm, taking me by surprise. He slowly flipped it over, exposing my wrists. The same mark was glowing on my arm brightly, and I couldn’t help but gaze in amazement.

″What’s that?...″ I asked him, my voice cracking. I looked up at him, and he was already gazing up at me. His eyes were a fierce yellow, he was looking at me in shock.

He slowly pushed my arm back down, my wrists no longer exposed. He placed both of his hands on my arms again, gazing up at me.

″I’m going to go get you a glass of water, okay?″ He said, ignoring my question. I pushed the mark to the back of my mind, nodding my head slowly. I’m sure he’ll tell me later... I’m too tired and sad to care.

He stood up, a smile on his lips. He kept looking back at me as he left the room, a hint of amazement in his eyes.

I pulled myself up, whipping the tears from my eyes. I examined the room I was in... realizing yet again it was my bedroom. The room I grew up in... with good memories and yet bad memories. The good memories were having plenty of sleepovers with Estelle and Jules... they loved being in the castle. My mother would hear us talking late at night and come in, telling us to sleep... but we wouldn’t listen and regret it in the morning. Jules would sit at one end of my bed, me at the other... He’d tell me how in love with Estelle he was.

Things aren’t that simple anymore.

My eyes suddenly landed on the nightstand near my bed. My crown sat there, the red rubies glistening. It wasn’t polished... that was Valentin’s job.

I walked over to the nightstand, the sound of my shoes making a click against the floor. As of right now, I was still the prince of France. These people are still my people. They have said themselves they still want me as their prince. Maybe somehow I could still become King... but how? How would the son of Lucifer be the King of France?

...I have to. I can’t let Jules become the tyrant he is.

I picked up the crown, looking up into the mirror near the nightstand. My appearance looked somewhat different from a week ago. My eyes were still their emerald green but looked brighter... but not as bright when my abilities show. I looked older in a way... the reality of my life settled in.

I placed the crown on my head, it still fits perfectly.

I am the rightful king of France, I won’t let Jules take that from me.

The door suddenly flew open, startling me. Jules ran in, making my heart beat a mile a minute. He looked directly in my direction, his eyebrows furrowing... but he didn’t react. That’s when I realized he didn’t see me... Jaxon’s magic was still strong on me.

Estelle flooded in after him, and I couldn’t help but smile. I missed her with all of my heart... I know that she misses me too.

″Jules, you have gone WAY TOO FAR.″ She screamed at him. I watched as his eyes softened, turning around and looking at her. She had an angry expression on her darker face, her eyebrows furrowed. Her fists were clenched... she looked like she hated him.

″Seth isn’t who we thought he was, this needs to happen. Don’t you want something better for the people of France?″ Jules asked her, his voice cracking. She shook her head, her anger growing deeper.

″You were waiting for something to happen, weren’t you?″ She suddenly said. He grew silent, staring down at the ground in shame.

″You never really liked him, did you? You wanted the throne. You knew your family was next in line... so you got close to him. You’re a filthy tyrant...″ She said, her voice getting increasingly louder.

″You’re going to be my beautiful Queen, and we are going to give a better life to our people. The Queen and Prince Seth are not fit for the throne, they tangled with-″

″What you’re doing to Queen Ella and to the kingdom is far worse than Queen Ella having an offspring with Lucifer. You are becoming a tyrant, you are murdering people who are disagreeing with you... I should have never trusted you. You were supposed to be Seth’s best friend, you were by his side for years... did you lie about liking him, Jules?″ Estelle asked, tears threatening to pour from them. I looked over to Jules, and I saw a smirk slowly forming on his face.

″I needed to get to the throne somehow, being his friend was a good option. My parents told me to do it, and I thought myself it was a wonderful idea.″ He replied.

″I will not be your queen, and I am definitely no longer your girlfriend. I’m not surrendering my heart any longer to a man like you.″ She said silently, her voice shaking. Jules eyes widened, and I saw the tears forming in them. Estelle didn’t see them... she didn’t bear to meet his eyes. She was tired of him... she was disgusted.

″I don’t know about you Jules, but Seth is still my best friend. Warlock, vampire, dark angel... I don’t care what he is. And if he ever returns I’m greeting him with open arms.″ She said, looking up at him.

″And I hope you know damn well he’s going to fight for his kingdom back.″

She turned around, walking out of the bedroom door. I watched as Jules fell to the ground, his face in his hands. His body shook with sadness, desperate sobs leaking from him. I knew that he loved her deeply... but he would never listen to her. He craves power, he always had. Every time we battled he would grow angry when I won... as children, we would play games, he would demand to be our leader. He would act as a tyrant. He doesn’t know how to lead a kingdom... he thinks it’s a game.

He suddenly took his face from his hands, his pale skin red from crying. His eyes were puffy, but his eye color seemed to be a deeper color. He suddenly stood up, looking in my direction. I realized that he was staring at the nightstand, where my crown was supposed to be. He slowly walked over, a smirk on his lips.

″It seems we have a visitor...″ He started. My heart stopped and felt my eyes widen.

″I know how warlocks work, Prince Seth... I’d imagine you met one. There’s a spell that covers you from the human eye. You’re somewhere in this room... if not, somewhere in the castle. You couldn’t resist taking your crown...″ He mumbled. I couldn’t help but be terrified at his appearance... his youthful, innocent look was gone. His blonde curly hair and grey eyes made him look innocent, but now... he looked terrifying. He was too far gone, not one word spoken to him by Estelle got to him.

″I guess I’ll be speeding up your mothers hanging. It’s not like I have anything else to do... the bitch deserves it.″

I reached out, attempting to punch him in the face. My hand went straight through his head... nothing happened. Under the spell, I can’t hurt a human either. All he did was furrow his eyebrows, looking in my direction.

″It’s kind of cold in here...″ He mumbled. I watched as he walked over to the bedroom door, a smirk on his face. You could tell he lost the last bit of his sanity... Estelle. I knew that this would happen. I don’t blame Estelle for what she’s done... he’s insane.

He walked out the door, closing it behind him.

I have to try to stop this...