Demon changeling book 2, p.1
Demon (Changeling Book 2), page 1
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This book is dedicated to one of my brothers; A.J
Not only are you dyslexic, and the inspiration for making Lucifer that too. But you are also a bit of a bitch with a dead trim and I reckon I could beat you in a fight. I just wanted to permanently tell you that in a book that people around the world can read. That’s all, love you.
This Series Order;
1 – Deviant
2 – Demon
3 – Dead (coming soon)
Other World Series’ Recommended Reading Order;
1 – Superno Academy; Conviction Of The Damned
2 – Superno Academy; Gods Favor The Sinners
3 – Superno Academy; Deal With The Devil
4 – Other Realm Short Stories; Ember – Anything for Her
5 – Changeling Trilogy; Deviant
6 – Changeling Trilogy; Demon
7 – Changeling Trilogy; Dead (coming soon)
Other Books Of Mine You May Like;
1 – Red Diamonds; Blood Rain (coming December 2022)
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Pronunciation List – More in-depth guide at the back of the book but does contain spoilers
Annabella Darklight
Anne-ah-bell-ah
Brock Frost
Br-ock
Brodie Frost
Bro-dee
Cain Marx
C-ay-ne
Carmichael Windsor
Car-mike-al
Carissa Darklight aka Carrie
Ca-riss-ah
Ellis Carter
Elle-iss
Elsbeth Windsor
Elle-s-beth
Enzo Salvatore
En-zoh
George Darklight
J-or-ge
Granger Rice
Grayn-jer
Gwendolyn Darklight
Gwen-doh-lin
Hale Windsor
Hay-el
Jace Kane
Jay-ce
Julio Rodriguez
Who-lee-oh
Katarina Darklight
Kat-ah-ree-nah
Lamia Darklight
Lah-me-ah
Lazarus Windsor
Laz-ah-rus
Liza Mountbatten
Lie-zah
Lucifer Nox/Darklight
Lu-ce-fur
Victoriana Darklight-Windsor
Vick-tore-e-anna
Zade Baxter
Zay-d
Zoya Singh
Zoy-ah
Places;
Marda – Marh-der
Mirane – Mih-rain
Artoria – Ah-tore-ear
Fallery – Fal-er-ee
Dear Reader,
If you are seeing this then it is too late. I am dead. I have given my life, my soul, and my happiness to the Gods above and the people who needed to survive more than me.
I didn’t do much in my short life, but I did try my best. It wasn’t always good enough but it was all I could do. My little cousins needed me – Katarina, Annabella, and Gwendolyn Darklight, Heirs to Mirane and its many Kingdoms.
They had to live more than I did. They had to be able to come and win another fight. There was no other option for me, for my fate was set in stone the moment I was born with the eyes of the Devil and the soul of a heathen.
So read on, delve deep into my story, and understand that sometimes you just need to be the villain and be as hollow as the rest of the world is. Other times you need to sacrifice all you hold dear just so the things you love can see another day.
This is my story – the life and death of Lucifer Nox – and boy is it a wild ride. I hope you enjoy it and remember; sometimes you need to be wicked, it’s the only way to win.
Forever & Always,
Lucifer Fucking Darklight xoxo
Hundreds of Years Before Lucifer Nox Was Even Born…
Surrounded by empty woodlands and the stars a cold breeze caressed my bare chest from where I stood on my balcony and sipped on the blood of an innocent sacrifice, praying to the God of Life, Zephyr, that my plight was not pointless once more. This time, unlike all the other attempts before it, my curse would break and I would be saved. This time had to be the right one…
I was no Vampire – I did not drink blood for amusement, power, or lust. The slightly warm gushing of red liquid seeped down my throat and I had to hold back my heaving stomach. There was no doubt in my fragile mind that I would spend my evening clutching the lavatory bowl as though it were a lover of mine, that I could not bear to be apart from for even a moment, as my mouth expelled the life force I should never have been tasting.
I did it in one of my many attempts to die. Not that I ever dared to think for even a moment that my plans would work. I was no fool, and I would not be tricked into doing something so unwise as having hope even if I were praying to deities I had long ago stopped believing in, that things would work for me.
“That will not be successful, Son of Adam.” A voice I had not heard in a rather long time echoed my thoughts from inside my cabin, and though a politer person than I would have turned to greet their company, I did not care for her intrusion in the slightest to warrant turning my head. I simply carried on sucking the blood from the poor virgin girl's neck, as her corpse began to turn cold and stiff, the fight long gone from her.
It was only when I was done, and the softest fall of blood-red petals began floating down around the air, landing on my broad shoulders, did I bother to greet my companion, chuckling to myself when I spotted her and the magic she had been wielding in every lifetime she lived as it danced around the air.
The last time I had seen her she had been vastly different. Now, her usually light hair was dark brown, almost black. Her eyes were similar to my own, where they were blinding pools of chocolate, swirled with the lightest honey shade. Though mine were more of a tree bark brown. Her skin was almost as dark as mine, though hers was more olive-hued than my natural brown-ish complexion. She was taller than she used to be, her hips fuller too. It was like she had taken inspiration from the statues of the Greek Goddesses that were dotted around certain countries in the Mortal Realm we both originated from. I was almost certain her looks had been modeled after a statue she and I had once admired together in that age.
“Mother.” I trilled, as I turned to look at the double glass-paned doors that opened into my current wood-built home and stared at the newest form of the woman who had brought me into eternal life far too long ago. “I like this face more than the others. It suits you I believe; we almost look like kin again and your voice sounds the same.”
“I did not birth you, you cannot call me that anymore.” She said, her tone sharp with disdain as I knew it would be even if her smile didn’t cease. I did enjoy causing her strife for the handful of times we happened to cross paths over the years for her anger was still so easy to manipulate and I gained amusement from inciting it.
She stepped closer, heading over to the small wooden table I had on my balcony, her slender fingertips twirled over the surface until she settled on the wine I had not opened yet, helping herself to it straight from the bottle.
“Are you not Eve?” I asked, tilting my head and removing myself from my victim, allowing her empty body to drop to the floor without an ounce of care, “You change your face and body as often as you like, but it matters not. Inside, your dark soul is all that counts. You may not have birthed me in this form, and we may not even share any blood now, but a handful of lifetimes ago we did and for so long as I am forced to remain here, I shall enjoy reminding you of that.”
She smiled wider, though it was more a bearing of her teeth than from delight. Her long black cloak fluttered around her ankles, as she stepped closer and clutched her stolen wine a little too hard. I knew she was strong, and that one wrong move and the glass would shatter into thousands of pieces of stardust, so I wondered what had caused her anger that she was almost risking a cut to her skin.
“Eve was my form multiple lifetimes ago. I am nothing like her – I’m far better.” She said, offering me a theatrical bow, “I go by Carissa Acelynn Darklight now. Lilith goes by Lamia Hadley Darklight – and neither of us is so meek and helpless or bound to something so unworthy as a man.”
She nodded her head to the shadows, where I had no doubts my aunt lay hidden too. I always preferred my old aunt to the woman who used to be my mother, for she held just as much good in her as darkness. Whereas my mother had always been a beacon for evil and demonic, without even a hint of sun creeping in through her cracks.
Pausing a moment to wipe the blood from my lips, I stared around me to the darkness, seeking out Lilith – or Lamia I supposed. “How?”
“For one, I would not allow a man to coerce me into doing anything.” Carissa sipped her drink, her long, black-painted nails sparkling in the low light, “Two, I am now Queen of
Ruling was not something I cared for, neither was power. It always corrupted the minds of those who wielded it, or sought it out, and I was far too selfish a man to need more than I already had. What would I have done with power other than abuse it?
“Well done?” I deadpanned, as I turned from her, resting my hands on the balcony railing and staring up at the sky, where a handful of Harpies from the local village flew between the night’s clouds. “Is that all? Neither of those sound impressive to me.”
There was a few moments of silence, with nothing but the whisper of the wind to keep my company and I half-expected Carissa to have gone. Though I had never been a lucky man, so should not have been surprised that she did not give me the pleasure of solitude.
“The biggest difference is that I have something Eve could never – a viable Heir.” She said eventually, much to my surprise even if she had been trying to insult me.
I froze to the spot, barely able to comprehend her words.
“You are with child?” A breath escaped me, shock coursing through my veins for the first time in hundreds of years.
“Unfortunately with three.” She muttered, continuing her glugging of the wine without care for the babes in her body which was no surprise to me, “That is why I am here.”
“To tell me the news?” My brows raised, “You know better than anyone that I am not a good brother – even when I do not share their blood. They would be better off without me near them.”
Carissa shook her head, frowning at me as the shadows against the wall began to morph and sparkle with white light. The longer we spoke the more the shadows took shape, until I could see a figure about to emerge from them.
“I wish for your aid in preventing the birth.” Carissa said with a shrug, as she spun her fingers in the air with her magic, using vines to hoist the corpse of my victim into the sky, before tearing it to shreds and dropping it down to the ground below, buried into the earth without a trace.
“I cannot do that,” I replied, waiting for her double to arrive any moment now. “If you wish to remove them from your body I can offer to find a Potions Witch to aid you, but that is not in my skillset.”
Carissa nodded her head, as she downed yet even more of my wine.
“You cannot – at least not permanently. But I know that you can find a way to give me a temporary bit of time before the girls arrive.”
Girls. Princesses. Sisters… I had never had a sister, I had only been given brothers. None of which were even memories inside my brain apart from one. I wondered how sisters would be. Would they be soft and fragile, requiring care from a monster like me? Or would they be strong and powerful, never once needing me to step in for their battles?
Despite knowing I could never hold them in my arms or speak a word to them of our true relationship without Carissa’s permission, I could not help but imagine a future in which I could redo the sins of my past and become the sibling I was supposed to be. I may not have shared an ounce of blood with them, or known them yet, but I knew, without a doubt, I would wait in the shadows of my sort of sister's lives, and ensure they remained whole.
When my eternal curse forced me to outlive them, I would make sure their names were screamed from the rooftops of every Palace in the universe, forcing the fact that they could never be forgotten. I would do better with them, if I could, I would be kind to them as the brothers that came before them deserved…
“What would you ask of me?” I said after a moment's contemplation.
“Pause them; freeze them.” Carissa breathed, “Stop them growing, or dying, for as many years as you can. I will need an Heir eventually, but not yet.”
My head cocked to the side, “Why?”
“I did not ask for the children – and I do not want them. But that is not a choice I have been allowed, and so I require you to pause their births for a while, until my Country is stable and I do not need to concern myself with their lives.” Carissa replied. “I want them when I am in complete control, and they can serve their purpose to enhance me, not destroy me.”
“You think this possible? I know not of such a rune.” The moment the words left my lips I could already picture a rune inside my brain, filling all the thoughts in my mind and offering itself to me freely. But I had always been a selfish man, and I would be one for eternity, so I kept my silence firm until I found a way to find something I wanted in return for my aid. I may have been a Witch, capable of making any rune I desired, but that did not mean I used my power for anything but my own gain.
“Make one.” Carissa ordered, as Lamia appeared beside her in a swirl of golden light from the shadows, their faces identical as they had been in every lifetime even in her new form, “Take what you need, be it power or blood, and create one like I know you can.”
Lamia stepped forwards, offering me a smile that actually held warmth behind it,
“I have a husband,” she said softly, as her admission sent a burn of jealousy through me knowing she had something I could never dream of having, “he is a Seer of all things past, present, and future. Aid us and we shall offer you the thing you wish for most in return.”
Lamia waved her hand and the light she appeared out of doubled, large enough for a man I did not know to walk through with a fierce stride. His eyes were blue like the ocean, his hair the lightest of blondes. He was a slight bit shorter than my height and his body was far more muscular than my lithe form. He was rather handsome, in an angled and charismatic sort of way. Though I had always had a penchant for blondes, so perhaps that was aiding his cause.
“George Theodosian Darklight,” He said, his voice thick with an accent unlike mine, “I know how you can break your curse, at least, in layman’s terms I know the thing required to break it.”
I did not want to believe him. I despised the idea of allowing anyone to tell me lies about things that I did not think could ever happen. But I also knew that no matter how powerful the people before me were, I could still kill them with a single touch of my hand, whereas they could not so much as cause me pain. They would not lie to me because they would not be so stupid. And regardless of the body she inhabited now, my mother was well aware of the things I was capable of when forced to act and even she would not risk my wrath.
“You lie to me, then regardless of what face you wear, I shall hunt you down until the Gods deem me fit to finally die, and I shall make sure you know every facet of pain this world can conjure up,” I vowed to Carissa more so than Lamia, even though I meant it for both them and for George. “But fine. Tell me your visions, Seer – give me the answers I seek – and I shall grant you any rune you desire.”
The three exchanged a look between them, as Carissa magicked a wickedly sharp blade made from stone for me to draw on her with. She placed it on the balcony rail beside me, careful not to touch my skin as she came near, as George’s eyes flickered black with shadows.
“Lucifer.” He said simply, causing laughter to bubble up from my soul as I slid a pair of thick leather gloves onto my hands and picked up the stone.
“The Devil?” I asked dryly, knowing full well what I knew about Satan and how insulting it was to even try and lie to me about it.
“No. A girl.” George replied, as I raised my covered hand, ready to draw a rune, “A girl who shall not be born for four hundred years. She is the one you need – the catalyst for your curse to end. It is only through her that you can be free.”
Four hundred years may have been a long time to anyone else but me, but as I bent over, ready to draw a rune on my old mother’s arm, I could not stop the slight smile on my face at how close my freedom was. I could almost taste it on my tongue now…
“Four hundred years and then I can be free?” I mused, as I drew the rune, making sure to twist it to my own benefit once more. “I can accept that.”
Carissa Darklight’s unborn daughters would not come forth for another four hundred years, the exact amount of time that George promised my savior would arrive in. I was not foolish enough to offer Carissa rescue from her fate of motherhood forever; I would only do it until around the time her promise to me was supposed to be fulfilled, and if she did not hold up the end of her bargain, then I would make sure she gave me my false sisters to revel with before I slaughtered her and any who held the Darklight name, purely out of spite. Aside from my sisters of course, but they did not count for they were things I wanted, and Carissa and her new family were not.
