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"Demons are destructive beings driven by their instinct and the need to destroy. It's never a good thing to pique the interest of one." - John Pierce

Chapter IX

"You encountered the Alpha?!" My grandfather's voice yelled in disbelief down the phone.

I nodded my head but then realized he couldn't see me. "Yes, he must be." I told him. "I was about to be devoured by a lightning dragon – I recognized it from the journal. He called the dragon back and pretty much saved my life."

"And a lightning dragon only obeys the Alpha," John filled in. I could almost hear the gears in his mind working. "Do you know what he was? It was a male, right?"

I rolled over on my bed and stared up at the bare ceiling above my head. After getting the books and the disappearance trick 'Mr. Mysterious' pulled on me, I hurried my ass back home and called my grandfather. Perhaps I should call him 'Trickster' instead of 'Mr. Mysterious'. It fits him better, seeing as how he loves to pull tricks on me; especially disappearance and shapeshifting tricks. My subconsciousness nodded her head in agreement, seemingly amused by the nicknames I gave the magic-wielding-shapeshifter guy.

"His voice was male," I replied, recalling the deep thundering voice the Alpha used to command the dragon. "He had black feathered wings and red eyes as well. I couldn't get a close look on his features though," I added with a frown, wishing that I could have gotten a better glimpse.

A light bulb went on above my head and I sat up. "How about I make a drawing?" I offered, already going towards my bureau and getting my sketchbook and some pencils out of my drawer. I fleetingly glanced at the grand black feather before closing the drawer once more. "I can draw what I remember and send it to you."

"Sounds like a plan," John agreed. "Anything else?"

"I have one of his feathers," I reluctantly said, glancing towards the closed drawer. I did not fully understand why I felt reluctant about telling my own grandfather – or anyone for that matter – about the feather. The feather had something... almost magical about it. It felt special. Almost something private. "I'll send you a picture," I quickly added before he could say anything about it.

"Did you found anything on the supernatural creature who raided my fridge?" I asked, successfully changing the subject.

"It's a major help in our case seeing as there's only one known species who can both shapeshift and teleport themselves." My grandfather's voice could be heard down the line.

"Really?" I perked up.

"Demons," John said slowly. "Greater Demons more specifically, but there's too less to go by to determine which one."

"A demon?" I repeated, only a little bit surprised. And here I was calling him a magic-wielding-shapeshifter.

"Be careful with this guy, Harlynn," my grandfather warned me urgently. "Demons are destructive beings driven by their instinct and the need to destroy. It's never a good thing to pique the interest of one."

"I think it's a bit too late for that now," I muttered lowly under my breath, rubbing my head. It wasn't meant for him to hear, but somehow, he did.

"What do you mean?" He questioned, alarmed.I could hear the scraping of a chair over the phone.

"I encountered him once more in a library, and he seems to love dropping by at my home." I told him, recalling how he – once more – visited me as a cat, and turned into an eagle before my very eyes. "Something is going on here, in this city."

"The city is in a turmoil," my grandfather agreed. I could hear the rustling of papers down the line. "Most of the time, the creatures only come out during the night. Now they even appear during the day. Something is about to happen here. Something big."

"Like what?" I asked nervously. I did not like the sound of it.

"I have no idea," John sighed, "but you might want to stock up on holy water. For many demons are involved in it; your friend included, apparently."

"Where am I supposed to get holy water?" I wondered aloud, ignoring the 'friend' comment. It was hopeless to convince my grandfather otherwise.

"I have some in my fridge," my grandfather said casually, my eyebrows shot up, "just come by sometime and I can hand you some."

"Sure," I agreed, not knowing what else I was supposed to say upon finding out my grandparents had holy water in their fridge. I wasn't sure either if I wanted to know where they got it. "There's also something I need to talk with you about," I added, recalling what Jason told me about me having possibly inhuman blood coursing through my veins. "Face-to-face."

"Just drop by sometimes today. Or tomorrow if you prefer," John replied.

I nodded. "Catch you later, alright?"

"Of course, take care, will you? It's dangerous out in the night, and during the day as well those days," my grandfather replied, before he hung up the phone. Taking my phone away from my ear I glanced at it momentarily before placing my phone away and connecting it to the charger.

Opening up my sketchbook, I glanced at the drawing I had made of the 'Trickster demon' – or 'Mysterious Trickster' maybe? Shaking my head, I picked up some pencils and got my eraser, getting to work on the drawings; drawing forth the image of the winged Alpha and the monstrous dragons in my mind once more.

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Having send pictures of the drawings and the feather to my grandfather's e-mail address, I was carefully flipping through the books Ellen gave me. Somewhere along the way, Ghost had jumped on my bureau and was looking at the books with great curiosity.

"Demons, demons, demons," I muttered under my breath, looking at what I could find out about those creatures. Seeing as the guy I kept walking into was possibly a demon, it had seemed like a smart idea to find out some more information on them.

After a while of flipping through one of the books; which seemed to be more about the 'darker' creatures, my eyes fell on a horned, hideous being. DEMON, it read above it in capital letters.

"Found it," I muttered under my breath, starting to read aloud. Ghost listened intently, his green mismatched eyes focused on me.

"Demons are malevolent, inter-dimensional beings that travel between worlds, destroying everything in their path. They return to their home dimension when they are killed. Religiously, they are defined as the denizens of Hell and the servants of Lucifer; who is more commonly known as Satan or the Devil. They come in a large variety of species and forms, their numbers said to be infinite and a vast number lives in the demon capital of Pandemonium, which is said to be at the center of Hell and much greater than any city on Earth." I read, my finger skimming over the hand-written text.

"On the Earth dimension," I continued, "demons take on a humanoid form; unless they have shapeshifting abilities for they can even turn into animals. Even if they are shapeshifters, they can usually be discerned by the uncanny, nauseating feeling that bellows around them like a dark aura. Most of the lesser demons often carry with them a debilitating scent of death that can be very strong." I stopped reading for a while, my mind racing and gears working with what I just read.

"No sulfur then?" I asked aloud, feeling a bit disappointed.

I recalled how everyone kept away from him and the nauseating aura that had surrounded him when we met in the café.

Then I recalled how he was like in the library... calm and at ease, no nauseating feeling at all. Perhaps every demon is just different? I guessed helplessly.

I continued reading. "Demons' bodies are kept fresh by a liquid which is often revered to as ichor, or more commonly as demon blood. Their blood, which is infused with demonic magic, is pitch-black and thinner than human blood but totally opaque. While demon blood is not generally dangerous, it is somewhat toxic, and some are acidic and burn away what it touches." My eyebrows shot up slightly. Toxic blood? Okay, that is kind of awesome, my subconsciousness added with a nod of her head. "Since the blood of a demon contains a high concentration of demonic magic, it's a very powerful – and hard to get by – ingredient in some of the most powerful spells."

Forcing my gaze away from the book, I rubbed my temples, feeling a headache coming up. Blinking my eyes a few times to force the headache away, I continued reading.

"Demons live on pain and suffering, on the cries and agony of the damned in torment. Demons also take pleasure in feeding on happy memories freely given to them by humans—memories that disappear from the person's mind once devoured by the demon—which they usually gain in exchange for favors, such as when they are summoned." Staring at what I have read for a while I sarcastically thought to myself, nice guys, those demons.

"The most immediate weakness of demons is their vulnerability to angelic power and heavenly fire. In addition to being repelled by direct seraphic energy, most demons can be warded off with holy water, holy symbols; such as crosses, and salt or silver can be effective as well. While those objects or holy places cause violent reactions or sometimes harm in ordinary demons, they only result in slight discomfort in the most powerful demons. Moreover, demons are completely indestructible by any mortal means; such as swords or gunfire." Something flashed behind my eyelids, a memory from back in the library; when I had encountered the trickster guy once more.

I patted the shoulder of the black-haired guy. "Welcome to the fandom," I slowly said. I had made sure that my silver bracelet touched him. He did not react the same way as Jason did – he barely seemed to notice it, except for a glance and a tightening in his jaw.

The silver did not burn him, but he did seemed to have notice it. That was probably him being uncomfortable, my subconsciousness told me, her hand was on her chin and she was thinking hard. It seems we are truly dealing with a powerful demon here, she added with a frown.

Eagerly, I continued reading aloud. "The true origin of the demons remains unknown; though common believe is that 'demons serve the Devil.' It is believed that the fallen archangel Lucifer created the demons and rules over them in Hell."

"Lucifer," I whispered, my finger gently stroking over the name. Ghost looked at me with an unfathomable expression upon hearing that name, hissing slightly. I glanced at the cat. "Hush," I told him, "I'm studying." Ghost made an unhappy noise before he lowered himself down on my bureau, looking rather unhappy – and slightly uncomfortable – with the situation. Ignoring the cat, I flipped through the book once more.

"Maybe I can find something on those Greater Demons," I muttered under my breath, recalling how my grandfather had called 'Mr. Mysterious.' After a while of skimming past demonic possession and summoning rituals – once again wondering how the author got all this information – I finally found the term my grandfather had used. Compared to the 'common and lesser demons' there wasn't much on the greater demons. Only two paragraphs. I started reading them.

"Greater Demon is the term generally used to refer to demons of significant power and intelligence compared to their lesser counterparts," I read. Well, I could have figured that much out on my own.

"Greater Demons have some aspects in common: human-level intelligence or greater in most cases, personalities, and names. They are considered the upper class in the demonic hierarchy. The greatest of Greater Demons were – if the tales are to be believed – originally angels who fell from Heaven. But seeing there are no written records of someone encountering a so called 'fallen angel' – or at least, one who has lived long enough to tell the tale, this cannot be confirmed for sure." I finished, perplexed that that's all there's known about the greater demons.

"Fallen angels," I muttered. Ghost looked up, staring straight into my eyes. "Do you think they are real?" I asked him. Ghost stared at me, tilting his head to the side.

I recalled the Alpha I encountered and his grand black wings. Could he perhaps be a fallen angel? I wondered. Fallen angels are apparently the most powerful of the greater demons, so it would make sense for such a being to become the Alpha of a city on Earth. They have no competition on this world, no equal in power and status.

My grandfather does not believe in angels. Glancing at the opened book before me, I realized there weren't many who did.

For now, my subconsciousness said, let's just believe they are real. Where else did the stories about them originate from? I don't think humans could make all that up.

I nodded my head. "All stories are true," I whispered.

Ghost glanced at me, seemingly almost satisfied with my answer, before he jumped off my bureau and left the room.

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Next chapter is up as you can see, my little demons hehe

'Mr. Mysterious' (or 'Trickster' as I will also be calling him) did not made an appearance here, sorry. In this chapter I mostly wanted to focus on Harlynn doing some more studies about the supernatural, demons mostly in this case; and we found out more about the demons in this story (I'm curious to see if any of you will recognize the picture I used, it's from another fandom I'm in) She already believes in angels and she's starting to get there. A 'demon' is closer to what he is than a 'shapeshifter' after all. She has yet to realize they are one and the same ('Mr. Mysterious' and the Alpha), but she will get there so don't worry too much!

Anyway, what did you thought of it? Don't worry if you won't remember it all, more references will me made through the rest of the story :) What about Ghost though, how he reacted to it all, think there's anything behind it? How will Harlynn encounter her grandparents about her 'supernatural blood' and what do you think they will tell her? What (or who) do YOU think is Harlynn's supernatural ancestor? (if she has any of course) What do you think is going to happen next? Let me know!

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Hugs and knives,

- Luci

Ps. Something is about to happen soon ;)

*evil laughter*

*chokes on own saliva*

Damn it....   -_-