Synestra’s P.O.V.
A splitting headache was throbbing in my skull. I was sure I was going to lose consciousness when I noticed a blinding white light. When my vision cleared I was looking at the face of a very imposing man with huge white wings. I am not sure how I knew but I instantly knew I was looking into the eyes of the archangel Michael.
Michael was a very large man well over six foot tall. He had broad shoulders and large muscular forearms. His hair shined like pure gold in the sunlight, his eyes were such a dark shade of brown they appeared to be almost black. The mere presence of him sent electrical shocks pulsing through my body that took me several seconds to realize were actually fear. I had spent two weeks living with Lucifer without ever truly feeling afraid. This man, however, had me trembling with fear.
Synestra’s P.O.V.I could feel the electricity buzzing inside me flowing along my veins as if my blood had been set on fire. I wasn't sure what this new feeling was but I liked it. For the first time in my life I felt powerful. Like I could do anything. I had been powerful enough to stop both an angel and a demon who were hell bent on killing each other. I began to wonder what this meant. What am I? More importantly what else can I do?Both Damien and Gabe were looking at me as if I were some unheard of creature in the zoo. The look of bewilderment on their faces made me want to hide behind the tree. Damien was the first to reach me. I could feel the concern rolling off of him.“What the hell was that, love? Are you ok?” he cupped my face in his hands. His eyes had returned to t
Azazel’s P.O.V.After I had dropped off Synestra at her mother’s house I realized I was hungry again. I guess all that fighting really works up an appetite. It was pretty late so there were no restaurants open. I went back to the palace and made my way to the kitchen. Lucifer kept a full staff in the kitchen at all times. I think that started around the time Damien and I had hit our teenage years. At the time we were both always hungry and freshly cooked food was always better than conjured food.As I entered the kitchen I noticed the place was quiet. The servants that worked in the kitchen were mostly lower level demons. They were the ones most people think of when they hear the word demon. They were typically small, no more than three or four feet tall and had colorful scaly skin and dark or red eyes. These types of demons were not able to m
Synestra’s P.O.V.“Good morning, I thought it was time we met. I hope you enjoy the breakfast. If I remember correctly I used your mom’s exact recipe.” A deep husky voice sounded behind me. I felt my body go stiff at the sound of the voice. I could feel eyes on my back. I was terrified to turn around. I tried to steady my nervous breathing, reminding myself that I had power now too. I slowly turned in my seat coming face to face with a man I had never met but knew his face all too well. I was looking at my own face, older and more manly of course but the resemblance was uncanny. “Nice to meet you. I am your father, Valac.”There was no denying it, this man was my father. He had the same raven hair as I did, the same almond shaped eyes. Though his eyes seemed to almost glow a deep crimson red that had me entranced. I had never
Synestra’s P.O.V.“You are right. You are not the first, there have been two others. The first was Damien, he obviously had no choice but to go with his father’s side. The other I have just found out about as well. A boy, your age although he does not appear to have inherited the powers of either of his parents. I have been keeping an eye on him over the past few days and he is erratic and unpredictable. He is part of the reason I decided to reach out to you. I believe you are in danger. This boy believes you have taken his power and he is determined to get it back.” He finished with a grim look in his eye.“I don't understand. How could he know what I am and why would he think I have taken his power?” I asked.“Because my child,” Valac began. “He is your t
Damien’s P.O.V.The night was finally here, October 30, Devil’s night. It was also Synestra’s 18th birthday. I desperately wanted to spend the day with her, but it had become somewhat of a tradition for the band to host a concert and party in Detroit on this night. Detroit was the city that made the day what it had become, and fans travelled from all over the world to be there for this one night. It was a night of wickedness and perversion, mischief, and mayhem. It was the night I was born for the night I waited all year for. We called it the Hallowicked Masquerade, everyone came in costumes and masks. We found humans feel much more comfortable engaging in evil doings when others could not see their face.When the plane landed in Detroit, we were met by thousands of
Synestra’s P.O.V.I sat in the twins living room waiting for Albert to come back with whatever he was waiting to show me. Aly looked dumbfounded. She was staring at me, or may through me, I wasn't sure which. She had not spoken a word since I told them what I was and part of me was terrified that she either thought I was crazy or dangerous and wanted nothing to do with me anymore. Aly continued to sit staring at me, her strawberry blonde curls piled on top of her head in a messy bun.“Would you say something, cause right now I feel like you are trying to decide if you should lock me away ro tell me to leave and never come back.” I said nervously.“No, no, I meant what I said we are always here for you, Syn. I just keep thinking back to when we were little when we first became frie
Damien’s P.O.V.She was here, I wasn't sure how she was here or why, but she was here. She looked like a goddess. Her Raven hair was blowing in the wind, the light from the fires all around us, together with magnificent black wings sprouting from her back made her look as if she was born to be the queen of hell.‘You look amazing, love. When did you get your wings?” I asked“I’m not really sure where they came from. Or this outfit to be honest but I like it. I feel like a badass Aphrodite.” she laughed. “But how am I here. One minute I was standing in the twins’ living room thinking about being here and then I could feel your presence in my mind. Then boom I was here.”“It is your eightee
Synestra’s P.O.V.We left the club after a few more drinks. I didn’t know what had come over me. I was never the type of girl to have even considered going through with the things we had just done, and in public no less. Being with Damien made me feel like a different person. The kind of person who had no inhibitions, who wasn’t afraid to give in to her darkest desires. I liked how I felt with him, who I was with him. Most of all I lived how there was no judgement from him. My mind instantly floated back to Gabe and I wondered how he would feel about this version of me. I was sure he would hate this me. I had betrayed his trust and the guilt ran over me like ice water on a cold night. I can't believe I hadn’t thought of Gabe sooner. He had not come to mind once while we were in the club. I told myself that maybe if he had I would have ended it before it got that far. The truth was I