All Chapters of LOVE OF A QUISLING- A Blazing Inferno: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

“What does tuakana mean? I tried searching for its meaning across several encyclopaedias, but got nothing tangible in return.”“First and foremost, it’s pronounced two-a-kana, and not that mortal slur emanating from that exotic piehole of yours. Secondly, what on Earth and everything mortal made you think of scouring human books for translations to demon lingua francas? You must be either too confident, or just plain stupid. And your recent actions prove to me that the latter is more probable.”Brandon tries to not let his irritation show. Quick breaths, Don. Quick breaths. When he has managed to put his erstwhile tendencies under control, he repeats the question, making sure to sound as unannoyed as possible.Ha! As if that could fool me. Your heritage may outclass mine by several tiers, but I’ve been a messenger far longer than you’ve been alive, boy. Llearth inwardly smirks at the half demon’s attempt to remain

For the past six months, Travis has struggled to do something he ordinarily would have no problems doing- opening a dilapidated, worm-infested gate which is about as heavy as his father’s quill. One might think the sight of a young demon sitting slightly above the ground, cross-legged with eyes squeezed shut and lips pursed in a thin line a normal occurrence, as it was common to see students lost in concentration. But that would be in a school, or within closed quarters. It will certainly not be in front of an atrophied, tatterdemalion structure that has surely seen better days, under the heat of the sweltering sun. That isn’t strange- it’s pure madness. Demons, being extremely strong supernatural beings, do not fall prey to mortal diseases like cancer. Their wounds are never infected, because they heal too fast to leave festering sores, and their immune system, or whatever demonic equivalent they have, is too powerful for the likes of sepsis or inflammation,

A lot of things have changed since Lia’s failed (and near fatal) awakening. From the moment she regained consciousness, long before she gained enough strength to flutter her eyelids, she knew something was wrong. Horribly wrong.Every member of the supernatural world has the orifice of life essence, known in jezik besmrtnika, the generic language of the supernatural world, it is referred to as būtības atverei.It is a metaphysical aperture that exists in the innards of the mortal body of a supernatural being. Created by forces beyond the confines of logical reasoning, the orifice is what actually determines if you are a member of the supernatural race or not.From conception, up till the end of adolescence i.e the Awakening, the orifice of life essence remains dormant, allowing them live partially magic-free lives. Partially, because magic can never truly be confined. Thus, all applications of magic that require the use of life essen

“Gloves? Check. Lead smears? Check. Formaldehyde? Check. Books? Check. Solenoid? Check. Solomon’s gold bars? Check. Defibrillator? Check. Recorders? Check. Barbed wires? Check. Mutated daffodils? Check…”At this point, the rest of Brandon’s words are like white noise in Llearth’s ears. The messenger demon wonders, for the life of him, why he still puts up with the younger demon after all this time. Because he’s not just a worthy scion of your highly revered ancestor, but also your ticket to unprecedented glory, fame like no other, and most likely your saving grace, just in case you piss off someone you’re not supposed to, which is something you always do, his subconscious replies him.After reassuring himself- something he’s had to do from time to time to remain the clearheaded, bigger person amongst the two of them- he does a mental scan of the room to be sure that they haven’t missed out on an

Paying no heed to the conflicted look on the face of the lesser demon, Brandon pulls the bag towards himself, intending to resume his preparation. But Llearth does not let go of the bag, and the duo soon start to struggle for the bag, neither refusing to let go.I never realised that his eyes could be so beautiful. I know its just the human disguise he chose for himself, but I cannot help how I feel; it’s just too beautiful.Unknowingly, Brandon’s grip on the bag loosens. The force Llearth is exerting to hold on to the bag causes the half-demon to move towards him, crashing into the bag along the way. Unprepared for this, Llearth’s stance falters and the demonic duo tumbles to the floor quite clumsily.Brandon finds himself on top of Llearth, but one look at his eyes weakens his resolve to get off. Oddly enough, the lesser demon is looking at him with the same intensity and a bit of incredulity, as if he cannot imagine that this is act