Wanted by my sworn enemy

Shadows of the Supernatural

Lilorith's heart raced as she carefully crept out of the wardrobe, dressed in a soft bathrobe. Her plan was to escape from Gael's quarters and find a different place to sleep, away from the complicated mess that their bond had become.

She had heard the sound of the shower turning on and saw it as the perfect opportunity to slip away unnoticed. However, her curiosity got the better of her as she noticed an enchanting scroll placed on the table nearby. Unable to resist, she approached it cautiously and began to unravel its contents.

To her surprise, the scroll contained the details of the first trials. It outlined the requirement for each heir to choose six individuals to accompany them in the other realm. Gael had already made his selections and filled in the names.

Lilorith's eyes scanned the list, she recognized the names of Zorya, Hugo, Sanari, and two individuals she was not familiar with, Belthesar and Yuri. She couldn't help but feel a surge of frustration and anger welling up within her. However, her attention was abruptly drawn to the final name on the list—her own.

A frustrated screech escaped her lips as she realized that Gael had chosen her to be one of the participants in the trials. The mixed emotions swirling within her threatened to consume her as she grappled with her conflicting desires to escape and confront Gael about his decision.

Just as her frustration reached its peak, Gael emerged from the shower, clad only in a towel. The sight of him left her momentarily speechless, caught off guard by his unexpected appearance.

Lilorith's eyes blazed with anger as she confronted Gael, her frustration palpable. "You wrote my name on your list?!" She stomped towards him enunciating every word with each step. Her bathrobe swayed with each step.

He couldn't help but smirk at her reaction, finding amusement in her fiery display. "You opened my scroll?" he replied in a mocking tone, teasingly mimicking her earlier curiosity.

His taunting only served to aggravate her further, her temper reaching a boiling point. In a fit of rage, she tried to tear the paper to bits, but to her astonishment, the scroll remained intact, as if resisting her attempts to destroy it. The enchanted paper refused to break, frustrating her even more.

"Of all the infuriating things you could have done, this takes the cake!" she snapped, her voice sharp with anger. "Why did you choose me for this ridiculous trial? I want nothing to do with your petty competition!"

Gael's smirk softened into a more serious expression as he looked at her. "It's not a petty competition, Lilorith. These trials are significant. They will determine the future ruler of the Supernatural World Order," he explained calmly, trying to reason with her.

"I don't care about ruling anything!" Lilorith retorted, her frustration turning into desperation. "I just want to be left alone. I never asked for any of this!"

Gael's eyes softened with understanding, but he remained resolute. "I know you didn't ask for any of this, and I'm sorry for the circumstances we find ourselves in," he said sincerely. "But you're part of this world now, and you have a role to play. Do you think I asked to be any part of this? Nobody asks for the future they get. Now let's go to sleep."

She scoffed, "You don't possibly mean together?"

"I don't see two beds around here. Do you?" he looked around.

"Yesterday you slept on the couch. Why don't you do that again?"

"I missed my bed." He winked at her and made his way to his bed. Lilorith turned around and stomped towards the door. Gael admired the sway of her hips as she walked away.

She jostled the door and rattled it when she understood that it wasn't going to budge she looked back at him. He waved the key in his hand and smiled at her.

Her palm met her forehead, "Why are you acting so childish, all of a sudden?"

"Is it wrong for a wolf to want to play with his mate?"

Lilorith rolled her eyes, feeling both exasperated and amused by his antics. "We are not playing, Gael. I'm not about to be a part of your stupid games. So open this door."

He lied down on his back and waved the key at her. "Come get it." She clenched her fists and actually ran at him as though about to tackle. Lilorith dived into the bed and did her worst trying to punch him.

Apparently whatever she was doing was equavalent to tickling him because he only laughed. This frustrated her even more and so she put her best effort into hitting his arm.

"Ow," he complained, although his joyous expression didn't show it.

Lilorith huffed in frustration, feeling a mixture of annoyance and begrudging amusement at Gael's playful demeanor. "You're impossible," she muttered, sitting back on her heels, her hands still clenched into fists.

Gael's laughter subsided, and he looked at her with a gentler expression.

"I just wanted to lighten the mood a bit," he said softly. "I know this is all overwhelming for you, and I'm sorry for any part I played in dragging you into this mess."

She stared at him for a moment, her anger slowly dissipating. "You didn't force me to come here," she admitted, her voice softer. "I made the decision to follow you, and now I have to deal with the consequences."

Gael reached out and gently touched her cheek, his thumb brushing against her skin. "You're strong, Lilorith," he said earnestly. "Stronger than you give yourself credit for. You may not have asked for any of this, but you're handling it with more grace and courage than many others would."

Lilorith felt a mix of emotions swirling within her as she looked into Gael's eyes. There was a sincerity in his words that she couldn't ignore, and it touched something deep inside her.

"You don't know me," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly.

Gael's hand moved to cup her face, his gaze unwavering. "Maybe not completely," he said softly. "But I want to. I want to know the real you, Lilorith, not just the succubus or the Granddaughter of the King of Demons. I want to know the woman behind all of that."

Her heart skipped a beat at his words, and she felt a sense of vulnerability she hadn't allowed herself to feel in a long time. "Why?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Because I think you're worth knowing," he replied, his voice gentle yet determined.

Lilorith's mind was torn between the fear of getting hurt and the longing for a connection she had been denying herself. Part of her wanted to push Gael away and protect herself, but another part yearned for the possibility of something more.

She pulled away slightly, breaking the physical contact but not looking away from him. "I can't promise anything," she said honestly. "I don't know what I want or how I feel. This world is new to me, and I feel like I'm drowning in it."

Gael nodded understandingly, giving her space. "That's okay," he said softly. "We'll take it one step at a time. I won't push you into anything you're not ready for."

Lilorith hesitated for a moment before finally giving in to her exhaustion and lying down next to Gael. Despite her initial resistance, she couldn't deny the comfort she found in his warmth. It was a strange sensation, feeling a sense of solace in the presence of someone she had once despised.

As they lay side by side, the tension between them began to ease. Hearing the steady rise and fall of his chest, she realized that perhaps there was more to Gael than she had initially thought.

She smiled at the fact that a wolf could fall asleep so fast. It must be all those transformations they do and all that running around in forests.

She sighed, torn between her frustration and the small spark of understanding she felt towards him. Lilorith felt torn between her desire to push him away and her yearning for some kind of support in this strange and dangerous world she had been thrust into.

Her eyes wondered to the beautiful ceiling above them. As she blinked, her vision was now covered by a mythical-looking, blonde-haired, blue-eyed girl. The angel's presence was ethereal, and her radiant aura filled the room with an otherworldly glow.

Her initial reaction should be to jump up and scream. Though, Lilorith couldn't help but be in awe of the celestial being standing before her.

The angel smiled gently, her eyes exuding both kindness and wisdom. "Greetings, Lilorith," she spoke with a melodious voice that seemed to resonate with divine power. "I am Evangeline, a messenger angel serving the Supreme Council of the Heavens. For th trials I will be acting as Gael's Guider."

The beautiful soul before her, pulled the blankets safely over Gael and Lilorith. She found this weird, but didn't know how to react. Maybe this was how angels were. She mentally shrugged it off and closed her eyes as the lights turned off.

"I hate demons." the feint whisper came loud to her ear.

Lilorith's eyes shot open, her heart beating faster at the unexpected confession. She turned her gaze to Evangeline, who wasn't there anymore.