Lucyfer
I made something that'll love me even when I won't
‘No, no we don’t have to talk to her.’ Darius wanted to contend. Not until Mia was bound and unable to hurt them, though the odds of capture were slim. Darius knew it. Someone like Mia, even as a child of Micah – or perhaps, because she was a child of Micah – wouldn’t be imprisoned. He didn’t want her death. He could admit that, even without the pain it would cause Charlie.
He didn’t know what he wanted.
‘I want it not to be her.’
But it was.
“She won’t know anything about Micah,” Darius shook his head, irritated with that thought. Irritated with that hope, even if he wanted it. Wanted some hope that Micah was alive, some hope there was a trail, but he knew it didn’t lead to Mia. Mia would have found allies in the Order if she was going to do anything to help Micah.
‘Well, maybe she’s trying to hurt him.’
Darius hated that treacherous thought.
And when Charlie snapped at him, he rolled his eyes, and pointed at her chest. “The necklace. It’s glowing like in the car, so I know you’re using it. Whatever you’re trying to do with it, it won’t change my mind. Confronting Mia is too dangerous for us. For you.” He opted to take himself out of the equation.
“Her mother hated you,” a terrible truth, “Mia wasn’t taught to love you, or your mother. If anything, Mia probably hates you, as well,” any terrible things, to keep her from thinking this was a good idea. “Mia probably hates Micah, as well. Why else would she be undoing all he’s tried to do? All he’s tried to protect?”
~***~
Well, it seemed Mia wouldn’t be getting a name. She sighed, and meant to pull her blade before Andrew…ran by her? “Andrew—” he pushed by the demon who turned to try and catch him.
Princeps tore out of its sheath. Mia didn’t bother with the slowness of grabbing it by hand. Telekinesis was enough to fling it towards the demon’s head, but it noticed, and raised one dripping hand to stop her blade before it could pierce him. ‘Hells.’ Mia hadn’t realized she was up against another telekinetic.
She wouldn’t have thrown the blade if she’d known.
She let it go, but the demon didn’t, chuckling, that gurgled sound asking, “Is that all you have at your disposal, Siren?”
She bared fangs, but her attention drifted at the sound of a punch, and then the fight that broke out. What the hell was Andrew doing? She needed to get him—
Princeps went through her stomach, and she put her hands to the blade, struggling to hold it still as the demon tried to pull it up through her – cut her in half. It walked closer as she fought with it. “A mere cambion. You never stood a chance.” Mia grit her teeth, her blood continuing to feed the blade, and slowly, she felt her power over it returning as it remembered her.
It was tied to her bloodline, after all. Not quite sentient, but not quite normal.
The demon released it, and Mia cut herself deeper when the pressure was suddenly gone, but that was fine. She pulled it out of her abdomen and narrowly avoided a cut from its bone-sword arm. The scent of its blood was intoxicating in all the wrong ways right then. She’d been dealt so much damage that day, that she gave into that primal nature and made a reckless lunge.
A swipe of Princeps turned the blood on the blade solid, sharp, extending its length and cutting through the demon when it thought it was at a safe distance, severing it cleanly in two. Not that it mattered much for a shapeshifter. It abandoned the lost half and grew legs to recover rapidly, but Mia didn’t let up, cutting the bone-arm it brought to shield itself off, and then the other mass of flesh, barely formed into a shield, before she put Princeps into its heart, following with her hand and the telekinetic pressure to push the demon to the ground.
She straddled it on the fall and cut its head off. ‘Andrew.’
Blood.
‘Andrew.’
The shapechanger’s form became messy as death tried to revert its parts to its natural design. Mia staggered to her feet, using the sword for balance. She lifted a hand to try and interrupt the fight with a telekinetic push, but it didn’t manifest.
She should have drank deep of the demon’s blood, but two steps away from it, everything went black and Mia hit the pavement, bleeding out from her stomach.
He didn’t know what he wanted.
‘I want it not to be her.’
But it was.
“She won’t know anything about Micah,” Darius shook his head, irritated with that thought. Irritated with that hope, even if he wanted it. Wanted some hope that Micah was alive, some hope there was a trail, but he knew it didn’t lead to Mia. Mia would have found allies in the Order if she was going to do anything to help Micah.
‘Well, maybe she’s trying to hurt him.’
Darius hated that treacherous thought.
And when Charlie snapped at him, he rolled his eyes, and pointed at her chest. “The necklace. It’s glowing like in the car, so I know you’re using it. Whatever you’re trying to do with it, it won’t change my mind. Confronting Mia is too dangerous for us. For you.” He opted to take himself out of the equation.
“Her mother hated you,” a terrible truth, “Mia wasn’t taught to love you, or your mother. If anything, Mia probably hates you, as well,” any terrible things, to keep her from thinking this was a good idea. “Mia probably hates Micah, as well. Why else would she be undoing all he’s tried to do? All he’s tried to protect?”
~***~
Well, it seemed Mia wouldn’t be getting a name. She sighed, and meant to pull her blade before Andrew…ran by her? “Andrew—” he pushed by the demon who turned to try and catch him.
Princeps tore out of its sheath. Mia didn’t bother with the slowness of grabbing it by hand. Telekinesis was enough to fling it towards the demon’s head, but it noticed, and raised one dripping hand to stop her blade before it could pierce him. ‘Hells.’ Mia hadn’t realized she was up against another telekinetic.
She wouldn’t have thrown the blade if she’d known.
She let it go, but the demon didn’t, chuckling, that gurgled sound asking, “Is that all you have at your disposal, Siren?”
She bared fangs, but her attention drifted at the sound of a punch, and then the fight that broke out. What the hell was Andrew doing? She needed to get him—
Princeps went through her stomach, and she put her hands to the blade, struggling to hold it still as the demon tried to pull it up through her – cut her in half. It walked closer as she fought with it. “A mere cambion. You never stood a chance.” Mia grit her teeth, her blood continuing to feed the blade, and slowly, she felt her power over it returning as it remembered her.
It was tied to her bloodline, after all. Not quite sentient, but not quite normal.
The demon released it, and Mia cut herself deeper when the pressure was suddenly gone, but that was fine. She pulled it out of her abdomen and narrowly avoided a cut from its bone-sword arm. The scent of its blood was intoxicating in all the wrong ways right then. She’d been dealt so much damage that day, that she gave into that primal nature and made a reckless lunge.
A swipe of Princeps turned the blood on the blade solid, sharp, extending its length and cutting through the demon when it thought it was at a safe distance, severing it cleanly in two. Not that it mattered much for a shapeshifter. It abandoned the lost half and grew legs to recover rapidly, but Mia didn’t let up, cutting the bone-arm it brought to shield itself off, and then the other mass of flesh, barely formed into a shield, before she put Princeps into its heart, following with her hand and the telekinetic pressure to push the demon to the ground.
She straddled it on the fall and cut its head off. ‘Andrew.’
Blood.
‘Andrew.’
The shapechanger’s form became messy as death tried to revert its parts to its natural design. Mia staggered to her feet, using the sword for balance. She lifted a hand to try and interrupt the fight with a telekinetic push, but it didn’t manifest.
She should have drank deep of the demon’s blood, but two steps away from it, everything went black and Mia hit the pavement, bleeding out from her stomach.
