The Devil's Son My Mate

Contracts

     I woke up from my bed with a start. The numbers six, twelve, and seventeen were in my head. Had I dreamed those numbers, or did they actually mean something?

I pulled on my pink fuzzy bathrobe and headed to my Father’s office. Maybe it was the numbers to the safe. I somehow doubted it, but it was worth a try.

I tiptoed into the office, being sure not to wake anyone, and shut the door behind me. A small stack of papers sat on the desk, reminding me I needed to file them before my father got home.

Time to try these numbers out, I thought as I turned the knob to six. I then turned it the opposite way until I circled fully and landed back on twelve. Before I put the last number in, and paused a moment, shaking my head at how delirious I must be. If it didn’t work, I could file that paperwork since I was wide awake now. I slowly turned it back the other way, and after the third time, I landed on the seventeen when I heard a small click. I pulled open the safe in disbelief. It worked!

I tried to think back on the night. I remember being in that odd place with that damned Angel of Death. Though I had told him about the safe, he seemed to know nothing of it. I just don’t remember even falling back asleep. I felt scared, but yet somehow, I did. I don’t remember dreaming and certainly don’t know how I awoke with the combination.

There isn’t much inside, surprisingly. There are a few books that I took out and placed on the desk behind me and a locked box. Damn, another thing to figure out. I carefully put it behind me, as well. It was almost morning, and many would wake in a few hours. So I carefully shut the safe and picked up the books off the desk. With the books and small locked box in hand, I headed to my room. Before I could reach the door, however, something told me to put the locked box back. I couldn’t explain it, but I went and put it back in the safe before going to my room with the books.

I sat on my bed with the three books. One looked like a journal. I couldn’t tell right away who’s it was, but it wasn’t my father’s. Perhaps it was my Grandfather’s, or another ancestor. The other two looked to be much older. The one that interested me the most was of a man riding on a Beautiful Midnight Black horse. I couldn’t make out his features as he seemed to be almost flying on the horse through the sky, but the picture on the cover was hand-painted and caught my eye.

I opened it up only to discover it was in another language. Perhaps I could search it up later online. I slid the book gently under my pillow and picked up the next one.

This looked like it wouldn’t be in any language I knew either. The Title said ‘Sathel.’ Who was that, I wondered? I flipped through the pages and am surprised to find notes on the side in English. Someone had written them in. They were mostly not understandable, but it said something that caught my eye—the date written as 6-12-1917. I immediately got an idea. I picked up the journal and began looking for that date. I couldn’t believe my luck when I found it. Now, to figure out what was so important about this date that it was the safe code?

The writing was somewhat hard to understand, and the ink blotted together in some places.

On this twelve-day of June 1917, I have finally cracked the code. I have made the contract and ensured the power of not only myself but my bloodline. If you need to verify further that which I have written in the agreement, I have enclosed the following. Please refer to the contract first, as this is no matter to play with.

Niasmi Sathel br creouw e shuremg teo

The air shifted around me, and the book flew from my hand. I jumped up in a panic, wondering what I had done. The ground beneath me seemed to vibrate, and as I braced myself on the side of my bed, I could see a man appear before my eyes. I inhaled my breath, not sure if it would be the last. Whoever this was didn’t come in through the front door. In fact, my bedroom door isn’t open. 

He is tall with long flowing white-blond hair. His skin is pale and almost glowed, and there on his back were two black wings. He must be another Angel. What was it with these Angels and me? As he stood just a few feet in front of me, the air stilled, and my breath returned.

“Do not be afraid, child. The contract forbids me from harming you,” The man said. Though I was sure he wasn’t a man, an Angel, or perhaps a Demon. Did Demons have wings, I wondered?

“Wh... who are you?” My voice failed me, and I tried to act brave.

“I believe most of the mortals know me as Satan or The Devil, but you can just call me...”

I felt dizzy when I heard the word Satan, and I tried to compose myself. I needed to know what was going on. He is still speaking, but it seemed so far away. I wanted to tune him back in.

“Are you okay, dear?” He asked as he came closer to me.

“Do not touch me!” I placed my right hand out, saying. He raised his two hands as if to say okay and backed up a bit.

“I’m sorry, I thought you wanted to speak with me. You were keen to get into that safe,” he chuckled.

“Not to speak to you. I don’t understand how this happened,” I said.

“Easy, you summoned me,” He smirked.

“I couldn’t have. I thought the safe contained information about...”

“I see, you thought you would find some juicy information about my son, and instead, you summoned me,” He said.

“Your son?” I asked, standing a bit straighter now.

“Ahh indeed, you have met him, I believe. It is most interesting you can see him, but now I think I understand why,” He sat down in my desk chair, and as he did, his wings disappeared. He looked completely human now.

“Your son is the Angel of Death,” It wasn’t a question, more like a statement. One that confused me even more. Why could I see him? That’s what I wanted to know partially.

“Yes, is that so hard to believe? After all, I’m known as the so-called Evil Devil. Humans know him as Death,” I gasped at his words.

“Why is there even a book on how to summon you in my father’s safe, and how can I see him?” I couldn’t believe I was having a conversation with The Devil. Maybe this was all just a dream, and I would wake up soon.

“The book is there because of a contract I made with your Great Grandfather, and that contract is what I suspect allows you to see him,” He shrugged his shoulders as if what he was saying was no big deal. What would my Grandfather have made a contract with The Devil for? I wished I would have read more of the journal instead of skipping to that date.

“Yes, yes, you should have read it over more carefully. Either way, a deal is a deal,” He laughed.

“You can read my mind?” I feel vulnerable and wondered if his son also could do this.

“Of course, I can. How do you think you got that code, anyway? At the rate you were going, you would have never found it, and of course, a quick visit with my son had me putting two and two together.” So he was the one who had somehow helped me get the code to the safe.

Somehow I just knew that whatever my Grandfather promised in that contract was going to be bad news. I didn’t even want to know what it was, but I knew I would ask, anyway.

“So what was it my Great Grandfather promised you?” I sighed.

“That is easy... You,” He said. Did I hear him right? Did he just say me? My head is spinning, and I panicked. There was just no way. I suddenly became scared of this Immortal Being in front of me.

“No, it can’t be. Just leave and leave me alone,” I backed up against my wall, not sure how I would escape him. He stood up from my desk chair and began laughing as he walked towards me. I couldn’t breathe, and I could feel my legs give out from under me.

Suddenly I felt soothing arms wrap around me. From the tingles going through my body, I was sure that it was him, the Angel Of Death. I was tiring of calling him that and needed to learn his name soon if I lived.

“Shh, it’s okay, Lilly, just relax. I will not let him touch you,” His voice is like music to my ears, and I relaxed in his muscular arms.

“I would not hurt her,” The Devil said.

“Father, you hurt everything you touch.” His voice is bitter, and I was thankful he didn’t seem to be on the side of the Devil. At least I hoped not. “Lilly, I’m going to take you somewhere safe for now. I need you just to relax and sleep,” He said.

I could feel my eyelids grow heavy, and even though I tried to fight it, I knew I was going to sleep.