HeartBreak Warfare

Chapter 12

I felt my knees lock, my muscles froze and the words went through my brain slowly, trying to process exactly what Blake Winters had just said. I racked my mind, searching for the old memories until I found it. I remember asking her what she was up to and she told me she was going to destroy the world. I didn't take that seriously.

Until now that is.

She turned her head towards me without breaking her stride. She put on a dazzling smile and said, "What? You aren't getting cold feet not are you? It was your idea after all."

My body fell into action once more, regaining the ground I had lost and I soon caught up to Blake. I didn't understand a word she was saying, trying to find anything that I might have said, when I realized I was looking in the wrong memories. I reached back farther into the past; looking for the day I was given a soul…

I slammed my fist on the table. "What do you mean 'no'? I've been planning this for years!"

My father gave me a wary glance. He cupped the back of his neck nervously, obviously seeing my anger. He knew I was a ticking time bomb when I was upset. "I just don't think we are prepared, Logan."

"Not prepared? I went through every detail over a hundred times. I've made it full proof! Nothing is going to get in the way of it!" I fumed. I looked back over the map that I set up on the wooden table. I remembered the hours or thinking, the long nights of putting it together and the countless idea that went through my head. There wasn't any way in hell that I was going to stand there and let my father tell me no.

"My son, you have planned this beautifully, but it's missing one thing." He put his finger on the dot that led to the underworld.

I yanked the map from under his hand and looked at what he was talking about. I had drawn hell and listed every type of demon in that joint. The ones that would help us and the ones we would have to kill. I spent hours researching how to kill every one of them in case of a fight. I knew all of their weaknesses. What was wrong with it?

Then I saw it. There under all of the demons was the name if a demon in my own handwriting: Hell Demon-unknown.

"Damn it." I spat, putting the mat down.

The Hell Demons were an unreliable help. Their temperaments could be useful or not. They could be on our side and then switch right when we need it. Their loyalty could be assured. And I knew they would be part of the fight no matter what. If they weren't on our side, there was a chance we could lose because of their power. That was a risk I knew my father was uneasy to take, and mostly likely he wouldn't do it.

"It doesn't matter." I lied. "I can take them myself if I have to. The Sirens are on our side. The water demons would clearly win that fight." I said smugly, feeling more confident in the plan as I said it.

"You are underestimating the Hell Demons power."

"Well I think you're overestimating their power." I shot back.

"Logan, listen-"

"No how about you listen! I've put my entire life into this and there's no way I'm going to let you get in the way of it!" I snatched up the map and folded it up. I tucked it away in my front pocket. "I'll see you in hell, father."

Once I was outside, I opened my wings and flew to the nearest water source: Po River. I landed softly in a few bushes. I opened up the map, seeing the veins of water drawn on them, all directly leading to the river. If I destroyed this river, all water for the next one hundred miles would be inaccessible. With no water, kingdoms would fall, people would die, and with that weakness we could begin our take over.

I watched all the children, splashing around, who had no idea that they were going to be the first to die in a few days. There was a small twist of pity in my gut, but I pressed my hand to the dirt anyway and began the magic I learned from the magicians.

Before I even said the first word, I heard another chanting from farther away. Someone else was using magic. At first it didn't bother me. Lots of demons came out here to feed on the children and they didn't like to raise an alarm so they spoke into their minds to get them to follow them without a fuss. I went back to my own words when I felt a blast of pain in my chest. I toppled over onto my back, writhing in the dirt. I heard the words more clearly now.

"No." I begged, feeling the sensation come within me. I knew this curse better than anyone. I studied it, trained how to block it, but I was caught off guard and now I was going to have to pay the price for it.

I sucked in a gasp of air.

"Logan!" I heard Blake yell. "Logan, wake up!" I felt a hard smack to my cheek.

I bolted up, feeling the pain on my face shock me awake. "What the hell was that for?" I demanded, feeling my eyes water from where she hit me.

"You just passed out. I didn't know what else to do." She responded irritably.

The memory I had resurfaced. Now I remembered why I was out at the river that day. My father had told me no. I was angry so I decided to do it on my own. And then I got a soul from the gypsy.

Now I understood what Blake was saying to me. I had tried to destroy the world once and was stopped short. Of course now with all the modern crap it would be harder to do it, but the more the human adapt, the more they forget about old legends. If they saw me, they wouldn't scream 'Vampire!" like some used to if I was seen on the streets. I would just look like a normal kid to them.

The only thing I had been missing was a truce with the Hell Demons which was practically impossible to get. Unless…

"You!"

"Me?"

"That's the reason you came to my father isn't it? You knew about my plan and wanted in on it, but I had gone AWOL and there was no way my father was going to do it. That's the reason for all of this?" I was astounded honestly. For someone to go to that much trouble just to destroy the world.

She winked at me. "You do catch on quickly."

I just gaped at her.

"What?"

I shrugged my shoulders and got up, dusting off my pants. "Just surprising is all." I began walking, thinking of the last spell I made. I had saved Blake's life when she drowned. Since she was a fire demon, the water was the last thing she needed to touch. As she was about to die, I casted the spell and when it was finished, her blood was human. Pure human. So how could she still be here if she was human? Is she even human? No. one look at her and you could tell she was supernatural. But then what? When I thought she died, a vampire had killed her…

That was it.

"Didn't think I could come up with a master plan?"

"No I just didn't think you would be able to go through with it."

Blake looked at me suspiciously. "What are you talking about?"

"A Hell Demon can't be bitten by a vampire. The two powers would cross each other out with the darkness and utterly destroy the being it was in. So you can't be a Hell Demon."

She raised an eyebrow at me, but I saw her hands twitch. I was getting somewhere.

"Besides, the spell-" I started.

"The spell you put on me to save me? It backfired. It didn't work." her voice was a little defensive.

"Then explain how you had a human scent?"

Blake stayed quiet this time.

"I'll figure it out, you know."

"I wish you wouldn't try." Her voice was small and desperate. She walked quicker, straightening herself with each step. By the time we got to the white marble room, she looked strong and on fire. Seriously, no pun intended.

"Finally." Darius groaned and got up from his chair. At first I thought he was coming to me, but I realized he was going over to Blake. He grabbed her waist and kissed her. Well he would have if Blake hadn't of twisted his arm and made me slam to the floor. He huffed, but got back up and followed her, a little pissed. I held back a smile and I could see that Blake was too when she turned to face me.

I took the seat next to my father, seeing the map I made hundreds of years ago on the table. It was exactly the way I remembered it. I touched the paper, feeling the texture that we used to use before the modern world began to make the paper they do now.

Thoughts of what I was going to do flooded back into my head. I knew exactly how I was going to do this and when it was going to happen.

No! Logan said in my mind.

Shut up. This is my life.

Our life, he corrected.

You'll still be alive when this over.

Will we?

I groaned internally. What are you talking about?

Do you think the Hell demons will honor their truce? They never have before.

We have Blake. She's obviously got it all under control. There was more bitterness in my voice than I expected.

What if Blake's no longer a Hell Demon?

What?

I said-

I know what you said! I screamed in my mind. I meant what are you talking about, moron? I'm having a fight with myself. Have a gone crazy yet?

What if she's lying? What if she's somewhat human?

You're ridiculous. Go away.

Despite that I knew I shouldn't, I stole a glance at Blake. She looked up at me and her eyes caught mine. I was submersed in an ocean on deep blue, lost in her eyes. I could see the old her in them. I could see her-I stopped the thought, afraid to even think it. I thought it anyway.

I could see her soul.