Chapter 15- The Guardian Demon
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Maia's POV
The biggest event of her year was now over. Maia smiled to herself as she walked down her gallery hall towards the only door that led to her loft.
She had spent the entire afternoon and night with Daniel. His perfume still lingered, keeping her mind from wandering anywhere else.
Her body was oddly energized. Last year she had felt drained by the end of the night, and she hadnt been as successful last year like she had been tonight. Only 3 works of art had not sold, the rest were already claimed or awaiting for it to be delivered.
Yet, she was ready for her night to continue.
She walked up her steps quickly, wanting to talk to her sister.
She paused, all the lights to her loft were off. Odd.
She reached around the walls, trying to turn on any light switches.
After what seemed like forever, her hands finally found one and turned her lights on.
"Well. She certainly left a mess." said a cool voice behind her.
Maia jumped, whirling around to face whoever was in her home.
How did anyone get in here?
Her eyes taking in the mess all over her living room.
Half of her pillows were thrown all over. But what really caught her attention is the food. Half cooked and seemed to still be in their original packaging.
Her eyes landed on a ripped bag of bread that was torn to pieces at her intruders feet.
He sat in her recliner, looking very comfortable. His jet black hair just as combed as the first night she'd seen him.
This time his clothes were very casual, his loose purple silk shirt open on the chest area.
Ash looked perfectly at home, he was even sipping some of her wine.
A devilish smile hiding behind his wine glass.
"You have 30 seconds to leave before i sound my alarm." said Maia, keeping her voice as level as possible.
Not that it was easy.
"She left...your sister. I believe she went to speak to her husband..." he trailed off.
So Lilian had let him in? The thought hurt her.
How could her sister let in a complete stranger?
"Oh relax. We have some business to discuss my girl." said Ash, gesturing for her to help herself to her own wine.
She stared at him in disbelief.
"What in the world kind of business would have you in a strange woman's home at 1 am?" snapped Maia, obviously irritated.
He took another sip from his drink, looking at the contents through the glass.
"Stranger's? Oh no...we are more than that." he mused.
Maia could feel her temper flaring. Suddenly her lights started to glow brighter.
A small gust flew through the room, circling Maia.
She hated losing her temper, but something about him was completely off.
"You dont even know how to use them properly." He snapped back, annoyance slipping into his tone.
"Use what?" said Maia.
She knew what he was looking at. She had seen reflection plenty of times when she lost her temper. Her eyes would be shinning a deep gold...her face would look inhuman.
Ash got up from his seat, tossing the wine glass in one direction and rushing Maia.
Rage filled every single on of her instincts, she felt her heart flutter rapidly.
Maia raised her hand and Ash suddenly flew backwards to lamd pressed against the furthest wall.
His smiled looking hungry.
With gleaming silver eyes, "and here i thought my niece would be as delicate as her mother." he spat.
Delicate? Maia laughed at the word.
No. Maia always had it clear in her mind that she was anything but delicate.
"You are not my family. You are nothing to me. Now leave." said Maia in a voice that sounded strange even to her ears.
Ash looked something completely other than human too. From his hair to his clothes, all completely disheveled.
His eyes seemed to stand out the most, their silver as bright as the moon against his pale skin.
Maia took a step forward, unafraid of the derranged looking man that had attempted to attack her.
"I thought I didnt know how to use them." said Maia, standing directly in front of him.
His smirk returned as he now refrained from moving. Not that all his squirming would have helped him.
He stood as straight as he physically could, looking straight into Maia's eyes.
"What else can you do?" asked Ash.
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Asmodeus' POV
Asmodeus had finally awoken her true nature.
Or atleast, thats what he told himself.
He couldnt believe that Belial's brat had bested him.
A Prince of Hell, trapped by a baby demon.
He held back a snarl. You aren't here to fight with her, he reminded himself.
He attempted to use his charm instead.
"Well, your mother would be pleased to see this...predicament." said Asmodeus.
That only provoked a smirk from the now oozing with power Maia.
"You're a terrible host." he tried again.
She seemed to have been mighty fond of him, or knew she'd proven her point, releasing her hold on him.
If he hadnt been himself, the sudden release wouldve been enough to drop him to his knees.
But he was himself, he thought with a smirk.
He only brushed his clothes and ran his fingers through his hair, refusing to allow this person to make him look anything but presentable.
He walked towards the same reclining sofa, turning his back to the girl.
But as he sat down, Maia had appeared on the table in front of him.
Her brown eyes had returned.
So she was aware of some abilities.
Mostly parlour tricks, but useful ones.
"Speak. Before I loose my patience again with you." she threatened.
He smiled, unable to contain himself with the disrespect.
It tugged at his heart to see her act like such a diva.
Well, if he had a heart.
He cleared his throat. "You should appreciate me more girl. For I am the one who has protected you your entire boring life." Said Asmodeus with a flourish.
Her eyes seem to be studying him, unsure whether he was telling the truth.
"Really now?" said Maia with a smile. "Am i supposed to believe that you were my fairy godmother?"
He expected as much from an i***t child. She didnt even know what she was.
He let his power seep through, filling the room with its ominous feeling.
He could feel her tense at the sudden change in the atmosphere.
"Do not insult me again, little girl." Said Asmodeus, allowing his demonic voice to speak for him. "I have saved your life many times, and now I am here to help you once more."
Her expression had not changed, not one bit of fear betrayed her expression or composure. She was still, but her air had relaxed.
"Help me how?" Asked Maia.
Now we are getting somewhere.
"To help your inner demon come out." said Asmodeus.
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