“Michael, you were born to overpower the rule of Abiel.”

Michael tried to comprehend what he had just heard.

“Why would I do that?” he asked.
Grace continued, “Why? Aren’t you tired of women like your mother getting all the power in the world? Isn’t that unfair Michael?”

Michael wondered as he thought over Grace’s words. “But I am Abiel’s descendant. His blood runs in my veins. How can I be marked for his destruction?”

Grace smiled proudly and said, “Now you are asking the right questions.”

He continued, “Ever since the Rebels lost the war, we were trying to track down Abiel’s bloodline. We had managed to kill majority of his descendants. But then they realized that they were being outnumbered. They were losing and went into hiding. They didn’t even want to fight with us anymore. We searched the earth, sky, mountains, rivers, valleys. But couldn’t find two bloodlines. The Adriels and- “

“-the Arielles,” Michael intervened. Grace smiled and continued.

“And then one fine day, I smelled the Adriel blood. I wanted to kill him on the spot. But this man here,” Grace pointed to the third man in the room, “He told me of another plan. You see Michael, we could kill all Abiel’s descendants for our satisfaction. But they were anyway in hiding and wanted nothing to do with leading the humans. Abiel would rule even after his death, even after the death of his heirs. So, by murdering them, we would achieve nothing. To overthrow Abiel completely, we needed his blood.”

“So, we waited, and we waited, decades and centuries until your mother was born. The first female in the Adriel bloodline. She was like any other woman, attracted to beautiful things. She was lured in by a beautiful man who used her for our purpose. Your birth.

Michael, you were conceived on June 06, 2004. Then I took care of her for months. I gave her food, a place to stay, and even fed her my blood, so that you would gain healthy demon powers. When you were ready to come into this world, I dropped her at your grandfather’s. That night, eighteen years ago, you were born. April 2, 2005 at the eleventh minute of the eleventh hour.”

“Are you not human?” Michael interrupted Grace. Grace merely nodded.

“But you aren’t my father?” Michael asked again. Grace shook his head.

“I’m your father.”

Michael turned his head to the other person in the room. The handsome young man looked merely five years older than Michael. “I’m Abigor.”

Abigor. The name felt too familiar to Michael. It was obvious that this man wasn’t human. How can his father be as young as himself? Michael wondered. And then it hit him.

As Michael’s eyes widened in realization, Grace asked, “Do you recollect it from the book?”

Abigor suddenly spoke, “You, Michael, are born with half of Abiel’s blood and the other half, mine.”

“Did you ever wonder why your mother couldn’t kill you? It wasn’t because she couldn’t kill a little child, it was because she couldn’t at all. You were half Abigor; half demon blood ran in your body. It's impossible for a mere human like her, to kill you Michael,” said Grace.

Michael still had some unanswered questions. “I don’t understand. Why now? After all these years? Why bring me now to this school? Why is Abigor here now?”

“You called me Michael. That’s why I am here,” Abigor responded.

“When did I call you?” Michael asked feeling bewildered.

“Ever since you step foot in here, you completed one step after another to summon your father,” Grace said as he pointed to Michael’s jacket. Michael reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out the book. He flipped the pages until he found the one, he was looking for.

“It says, GRLIPRIMUTA RITIGOVOSELO INENEVVIKR NIS ETIPOC BABOR which means ‘embrace darkness, speak ill, let innocent blood spill. Your son has risen and began your fight.’ ‘ASTPORLAZ PONUSLADAV’ which means ‘rise of the evil, rise of devil’,” said Grace.

“There were six tasks you had to do, and you did them diligently. Every time you did a task, your heart called out to your father.

One, embrace darkness. You spent six hours in that wardrobe. Two, wish for destruction. Three, speak ill of the creator. Four, drink blood of a woman with consent. Five, spill your own blood. Six, spill an innocent blood,” Grace said finally as he pointed to the fire pit, reminding Michael of an event that happened merely a few minutes ago.

Michael recollected how after each of these events. His chest had started hurting and he had felt suffocated. He remembered how after each of the step was completed, his chest pain kept getting worser.

“I was doing it all by myself?” Michael thought out loud.

“It's all written Michael. All of this had to happen for you to be here, ready to take up the role of a leader. To overthrow Abiel,” said Grace.

Abigor, who was silently observing Michael, watched Michael dwell in confusion and decided to speak.

“Michael, I gave you my beauty, the charm to attract attention of the mass. I am ready to give you power. Unlike what your Abiel blood did, I will not abandon you or treat you like dirt. You are a part of me, and I have waited centuries for this day to come. I am not giving you the opportunity to merely rule this school. I am giving you the opportunity to remain eternal, beautiful, powerful and to rule over the entire world. But the choice is yours Michael. Do you want to be with me, your father, or do you choose to be with your mother?”

Michael watched Abigor speak in his deep voice. The light from the fire reflecting from his skin, the elegance and yet the grimness. His handsome face delivered opportunity and threat at the same time.

Michael thought over everything that was said. He thought over his life, his past and his current situation. He considered what was right and what was wrong. He raised his head to look at Abigor. Without batting an eye, he said his decision.

“I choose you.”