Wish Upon A Demon

21.

CHAPTER - TWENTY ONE

I felt nauseous.

From the moment I woke up, to the time I sat up, I had the feeling I could throw up any moment. That unexplainable feeling inside me was growing, making me feel tired, sloppy and nauseous at the same time. “It’s the side effects of the transition.” I heard someone say. My tired eyes lifted up to see the demon boy leaning against the door to the bedroom. “W-What transition?” I tried to sit up better, and when I did, I almost fell off the bed if it wasn’t for the hand that steadied me. I gasped. My skin felt sensitive. It felt very sensitive. I felt tingles going up and down my arm due to demon boy touching me. I shrugged off his hand, swallowing before speaking, “What transition?” I asked. He took two to three steps back, avoiding my eyes.

“The transition to a demon.”

His reply increased the unexplainable feeling inside me. I began coughing, my chest tightened, my insides began to churn and my head began to pound. I held a hand to my chest, demon boy’s words echoing in my head like a loud alarm. “No,” I whispered, once I found my voice and was able to speak without croaking. “No,” I repeated, my world turning dizzy and I thought I would pass out, but I didn’t. A few seconds later, my blurry vision became clear and I felt a bit better. When I looked to my side, to the hand on my shoulder, which was preventing me from falling, I realized why I didn’t pass out. The closer demon boy was, the less of the effects I felt. It was like his presence made me calm, relaxed me, made me feel much better than when he was on the other side of the room.

Why was I feeling like this? I couldn’t be a demon. There was no way that I was getting myself tangled into this. There was no possible way I had transitioned into the demon. How could it have even happened? And then last night’s events hit me like a truck. I knew that if I had even a drop of demon’s blood, a royal demon’s blood, it would trigger my dormant genes and make me transition into a demon. I even remembered how I drained the cup of funny tasting lemon tea and I remembered Zylen’s reaction when his eyes fell on the empty cup. I drank his blood. I drank his blood mixed in whatever Verona had sent me. His blood had entered my system; a royal demon’s blood had entered my system. And now, oh my god, I couldn’t be, I didn’t want to be.

“Please tell me this isn’t real,” I whispered, grasping the hand that was on my shoulder. Zylen sat by me on the bed. “Please tell me that this is a dream. This can’t be real, please.” I beg, holding his hand. I didn’t want to believe this was real. But the more I sat there, holding demon boy’s surprisingly warm hand, I began to believe that this wasn’t a dream after all.

It was real, and it was happening.

Finding unknown strength, I managed to get myself off the bed and standing. Zylen got up as well. My chest was heaving, and my breaths were short and fast. I turned to the mirror behind me. I looked the same, maybe paler than usual, but what caught my eyes was a faint purple tint to my green eyes. “What is this? Why are my eyes purple?” I asked, observing myself in the mirror for any more changes. There were none, except for my eyes. “They only come out when you bring out your demon side, other than that, your fine.” He says and I soak in the information.

So, every time my demon side was to come out, my eyes would turn purple. “How come you don’t have purple eyes then?” I ask, demon boy. Zylen used his powers all the time, and was a born demon, then why were his eyes the beautiful hazel they were and not bright purple? “No,” He holds my hand, his proximity calming my insides. “Bringing out your demon side refers to when you lose control. When you can’t keep yourself in check, and stuff like that.” I listen to his words, trying to make sense of what he’s saying. Being a demon would never work out for me. I didn’t know with what intention Verona mixed the blood in the drink I was given, but one thing was clear, she knew. Verona King, Queen of Hiaven, knew who was my ancestor was and how she could activate my genes.

Even that day, during our chat in the garden, I remembered her words, ‘You look so much like her,’ which meant that she knew everything about me beforehand, and did this deliberately. And to think, I thought she was one who could knock some sense into her son about bothering me. “So, is there any way to reverse this?” I ask. I hoped there was, but at the same time, something told me that there wasn’t and I wouldn’t regret being a demon...much. “No, Faye, there isn’t.” Demon boy’s reply is short, clipped and to the point. To him, being a demon was probably a gift. He lived with powers all his life and knew how to control and handle himself, and I was a person who couldn’t handle or control myself, and that made being a demon not right for me.

“Zylen, why did your mother do this?” I ask finally, sitting on the edge of the bed since I began to feel a bit dizzy once more. “Honestly, I have no idea.” He says, and once again I find him deep in thought. And then I ask the one thing that I wanted to. “You knew didn’t you?” Demon boy looks up at my words. “You knew that the woman in that portrait was my grandmother.” It’s more of a statement than a question. I take his silence as his agreement. “Then why did you pretend to not know?” I ask, rising up on slightly wobbly legs. Demon boy bits his lip, and unwillingly and unknowingly, my mind drifts off to the only kiss we ever shared, the kiss that resulted in me growing strong feelings for the man who knew everything, yet kept quite and chose to hide the fact that he had approached me with an ulterior motive.

It wasn’t like I wasn’t almost used to the fact that people liked using me. Previously, people had used the excuse of getting to know me better to try and get me to complete their work and errands, and since I wanted to make friends and stop being a loner, I agreed to be used by them in hopes that I would be called a friend to someone. But that was all they needed me for. They needed me only to do their work. It was like hiring a helping hand, yet, instead of the promise of wages, they promised me friendship, and were the sole reason to why I began pushing people away and shutting myself out.

And right now, the only boy I began to probably maybe open up to, and even started to like, had proved himself to be untrustworthy. Even though I knew that our meeting was planned and demon boy had another motive, I think I secretly began to hope that maybe it was all my imagination and maybe that someone was genuinely interested in me. And the more I thought of demon boy; I began to think of Michael and Nolan. The only reason they were so keen on knowing me was probably because they realized that I came from demon ancestry and had a demon prince to protect me. And since the demons, the hunters and the Fallen were enemies, what better way to get back at each other than claim the useless human who could be manipulated and played.

“Faye, stop thinking like that.” Demon boy brushed a stray hair from my eyes and tucked it behind my ear.

I knew then that he’d tapped into my mind and heard every single thing I thought right now, but something had changed after I became a demon. Even though my mind was buzzing in negative thoughts, I wanted to stay closer to the demon, regardless of what his intentions were. “I can’t help it.” I murmured into the hand that was cupping my face, turning my gaze to meet his. “I promise, you’ll understand everything soon.” Demon boy whispered, just as he leaned down. I thought he would kiss me right there and then, and he did, on the forehead.

And somehow, that was all the confirmation I needed that everything was going to be okay…probably.