Taming the Demon - Book 1 (Completed)

Chapter 27 - Kadis

It seems that Jane has a surprise up her sleeve every other day. First the resistance to my aura, then the rejection of my mark, and now she is able to read an ancient text that is written in a language older than civilization. I need her to tell me everything.

“I don’t know, but I think you need to tell me everything that happened again. From when you got home to when you fell asleep.”

Her face scrunches in concentration.

“I-It’s fuzzy. I came home and made something to eat. I was trying to make out the title by comparing it to the title on the other book.”

Her frown deepens and she starts to rub the bridge of her nose.

“I found this picture and …. and,” her voice trails off and her hand reaches out to touch the book. Her fingers run along the picture and her face has gone slack.

“Jane?”

When she answers, she’s staring off into space and her voice sounds far away.

“The picture is not what you see. A drawing within the drawing. I couldn’t pull away. Not until the symbol was done.”

I look back down at her hand and see it moving along apparently random lines of the drawing. She’s drawing a sigil! Grabbing my phone I record her. I missed the first part of it, but I still may be able to figure it out. Her tracing of the lines is steady and slow. That’s how she is able to read the books! Fascinated, I watch her fingertips lightly travel along the page. Try as I may, I can’t see what she is tracing though. I’ll have to rewatch the video in order to recreate it. When she finishes it she snatches her hand away as if the picture hurt her. She blinks rapidly and looks at me in confusion.

“I felt funny after seeing the picture. Like my head was full of helium. I thought I just needed sleep, but it’s more than that isn’t it?”

“Yes, it is.”

I’m reluctant to say more. Should I tell her what really happened? But if I do, she may ask me questions that I am not ready to reveal answers to yet. I can’t outright lie to her, but maybe I can make her assume something else. I’ll have to be extremely careful in choosing my words, as well as how I word my answers. She looks at me again, this time with fear in her eyes.

“What is happening? Why me?”

I let a breath of relief go. Her questions are vague. I can work the truth around them.

“To be honest Jane, I’m not sure what is exactly going on. But I’ll try my best to figure it out.”

I sit and gesture for her to sit down across from me. I hold her hand in mine.

“This is going to sound crazy or impossible, but I ask that you keep an open mind. In my research, I have found that there are stories of humans and beings who have extra abilities. Whether it be seeing beyond reality, being able to predict the future, astral walking, or other such gifts. I think you are one of these beings. I’ve been reading up on this for a little while now and this is the best explanation I have.”

I wave at the books in front of us.

“As for what happened today, these books are very old. Older than civilized earth. There is what you would call magic in them. I theorize that only beings that have that same magic in themselves can see it. I think you drew a sigil. I can’t see it, but you can. You must have an ancestor that passed down that latent magic to you.”

I search her face to see how she is taking this in. She is looking down at the books. Her expression is one of amusement.

“So you think I’m a wizard? Like Hermione?”

I burst out laughing.

“No, nothing like that. More like an innate ability. No spells to learn, though there are stories that humans can use drawn sigils. Sigils work like spells. You draw them and if you have the power, they will activate. I guess it’s similar to old witchcraft and wiccan spells. Just without the whole ‘toil, toil, boil and trouble’ nonsense.”

“I don’t know about that, Kadis. It sounds weird and crazy. You’re telling me that I can just draw a symbol and I can cast a spell?”

“Essentially. If you know the sigil and have the power to activate it. Yes, I believe you can.”

She pulls her hand out of mine and stares at the books again. Shaking her head, “I don’t think I believe it, Kadis. This is a little ‘out there’ for me.”

“How do you explain being able to read an ancient language all of a sudden?” I can see I’m losing her. “How about this then, I still need to do more research. How about you read some of these books with me? See if anything clicks with you.”

She stands up and walks over to the living room windows. Folding her arms across her chest, she stares out in thought.

“It might help you understand why you are having dreams about weird creatures and war.”

I can hear her sigh from here.

“Fine. I think it’s bogus, but I would like to know more about this Divine War and why I dreamt about it.” Coming back over to the table, she sits back down. “At least it would scratch that itch of curiosity I have.”

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I gave her The Divine Wars book to start with, since that is the one that had the sigil in it. She already has her nose glued to the pages. I asked her to write down anything interesting she found. I’ll read the book later, but I want to know what she finds interesting. I gaze at her one last time as she’s curled up on the end of the couch. I’m working on a different project right now. I took a basic tracing of the drawing, and with the video I took, I am trying to see if I can redraw the sigil. Even if I can get a partial drawing of it, I can narrow it down and figure out what it does. I’m trying to figure it out by slowly going through the video. I looked up, down, and sideways at the drawing, but no matter what I do I just can’t see ‘the drawing within the drawing’, as Jane put it. It definitely looks like she is tracing something, but it looks random.

My sketching isn’t the best. It’s a skill I never had the interest to develop. Music is much more interesting to me. Nonetheless, I manage to get a passable imitation of what I think is part of the sigil that Jane activated. I only managed to record the top part of the sigil. By the looks of it, it's the 'lock' sigil. It’s a pretty standard sigil. Most demons use it in some form. The lock sigil can be combined with other sigils in order to ‘lock’ things. Whether it is to lock something from sight or to physically lock it, only activating the right sigil can unlock it. They can be extremely complex and personal, or they can be simple. Simple ones are usually used to deter beings, such as humans, who have no innate power but are accessible to all beings powerful enough to see them.

Going back to the partial sigil, I do not think that this one is overly complex. There’s another piece in it that I’m not really familiar with, but I should be able to look it up. I’m unsure on the bottom of it though. I know by watching Jane trace it that there is another piece. The thing that bugs me is that it is specific enough that I can’t see it. Is it because I'm a demon? Is that why Jane could see it? Or because I’m not powerful enough? The last question scares me, because it implies that Jane is more powerful than me. I look up and watch her write something in her notepad, then go back to reading the book. She certainly doesn’t look powerful, but she did resist my aura AND reject my mark. She does have power, she just doesn’t project it. She looks positively innocent and pure. That’s one of her endearing traits. I watch as she sticks her pencil in her mouth and gently chew on it. The sight of her mouth around it sends shivers of desire through my body.

I wonder if she has forgotten about the dream where I attacked the sylph?

That’s another piece of the puzzle. I don’t think that it was just a dream Jane had. When she recounted the visions and scenes of her dream, memories flashed by in my head. They didn’t stick until she retold the attack on what she termed ‘the green girl’. But I remember it now. I don’t know exactly what was happening at the time, but I do remember that I was chasing a sylph through the forest. The things I did to her when I caught her. It was delicious. My arousal flames higher. I wish I could remember more, but her emerald eyes begging me to stop are all I see right now. It’s even more exciting thinking that it could have been Jane in that body.

I can’t wait anymore. I get up and walk over, taking the book from her hands. She looks up at me, her mouth forming an O in confusion. I drop to my knees in front of her and run my hands up her thighs. Grabbing the waistband of her sweats, I pull them down along with her underwear. Nudging between her legs, I lower my head. Her cry of shock quickly changes to a moan. Her head tilts back in pleasure as she arches her back and her hands tangle into my hair, pulling me closer. Soon she is bucking against me. I look up into her eyes and see nothing but desire reflected in them. Satisfied she is more than willing to continue, I scoop her up and carry her to the bedroom.