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Ugh . . . What to say to that? He wasn’t, but was. Failed to explain how the Underworld worked. All I knew was from some story books and some lack education from school. Came into the entire situation with pitch black cloth over my eyes. Uneasy didn’t fit. Scared about didn’t fit. Didn’t want him to think that was because of him. Alone at least. It had been a combination of him and my mom. She should have left me a note at least. She felt it wise to enlighten Grandma Sto, but not her own son. The one she knew who would suffer through it. Felt like most of the blame fell on her, not him. Transition part, would have been easier if I knew it might have been a possibility to begin with. Could have prepared myself for it.

The deep rich taste of blood welled up in my mouth as skin peeled back from my lower lip. My hand flew up to my lips. Coolness and . . .

“What the . . . Are these . . .”

“Your fangs came in.” Maga blurred he was at my side so fast. “Wow, nice long set too. I’m proud of you.”

“Proud.” Of fangs. “Think need to sit down.” I reached out behind me, feeling the hardness of the wooden bed footboard.

Maga took grip of my arm and led me back until my legs hit the bed. I let myself drop onto the softest mattress I’d ever felt. More like a cloud. Where had he gotten such fine material? The books in school said the Underworld was drab and lacking. What I’d seen so far was far from it, beside Maga’s office. It needed a bit of help in my opinion.

“Fangs are a matter of pride among the Angire Demons. Each member of our family has had a set that reached the bottom of their lower lip. You have not failed in that department. It will intrigue Prince Moloch. I’m sure of it.”

“What else is important about our species?”

“First, we do not refer to ourselves as species.”

“Then what?” Incubus always referred to themselves as a species among their world.

“We are simply a Angire Demon or another demon from the Underworld. You will find that’s how each demon refers to themselves down her. Their pure demon name or just demon.”

“Okay.”

“What type of demon is Prince Moloch?”

“He doens’t have a specific kind of demon.”

“Huh?”

“He is the son of the father of the Underworld.”

“Doesn’t the being the leader of the Underworld mean he was voted in?”

A loud chuckled flowed from Maga as he shook his head. “No. By no means are we democratic. Moloch is the creator of all demons, each classification of demons came from his mind alone. He took a strength and capability he has and pulled a string of it from him into one demon style, creating a demon from it.”

“Is there some books I can read up on the Underworld? What we were taught seems a incorrect.”

“I will show you a history book that you will enjoy immensely.” Maga looked down at me. “Your color is returning. Does that mean you are feeling better?”

“My head has quit swimming. I think my own anger and the fangs surprising me hit me hard.”

“Would not surprise me if all of this has not consumed your entire mind and body, driving your entire system out of whack. The shift from Incubus to Demon would be traumatic on anyone, I would assume.”

Come to think of it, my body did ache, but the shock of mom’s major secret, meeting my biological father, being named fated to Prince Moloch’s, and desire for ripping someone in half and fangs ripping through my gums . . . blocked me from taking note of how much pain wracked my body.

It could all stay in the background far as I was concerned. Guess that’s why I asked my next unexpected question.

“How do you know so much about Prince Moloch’s and does he have a name?”

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It had taken an entire two hours to introduce me to the staff and show me around his mansion. Yes, mansion. The house held six floors with four wings, an entire servants quarter on the lower level that stretched across the entire layout of the house, which resembled a shape of a fork from the outside. Or so Maga’s gardner said when he described how their was a full demon style flower gazebo in the midst of each fork of the building. I’d asked him what he meant and he proceeded to explain how the mansion was designed. Think I stood there like a dumbass. Sort like I was doing at that moment, staring like I was in some kind of twisted fairy tail that had transported me from being some kind of medicore, decently living Incubus to be a prince demon. Hold up, I was supposed to be fated to be the lover of one, but that was different than being one.

I ran my hand over my face, inwardly groaning.

“Do you not like your wing, Nacal?”

Like? How could I not. It was six floors high, with an entrance of a grand ballroom. Had a small movie theater and bowling alley. No reason to leave the house to entertain myself. Good thing. Wasn’t too keen on getting out and about the Underworld. Didn’t think the place would be up my line. I preferred a mild style of life. What rested at my feet so far, was so far from it . . . my teeth ached from squashing the scream.

No sense in making Maga his home wasn’t nice. Was, just wasn’t for me.

“Son, what is wrong? We can change anything you don’t like. Money is no object.”

That was more than clear and the problem. “It’s nothing wrong with it.” I finally spit out, hoping it sounded truthful, because it was. Place was perfection. “How long have your lived here?”

“Bought the place I met your mom. Thought it would be the perfect welcome to the Underworld gift.”

Could all but see her reaction to that. Mom was a simple woman. Never lived over her means. Gave back to the Incubus/Succubus world. Wanted those less fortunate than us to have what they could. It’s why she fought so hard to ensure he children had the right to choose to live the way they chose. The way that our creator was sure to have had one mind, or we would not have been naturally been drawn to those of the same sex.

“Come to think of it . . .” A cloudy look took over baby blue eyes. “My Sweet, Sweet Jilysss wasn’t too keen on the place. Kind of looked like you did.” 

He turned away from me, tilting his head, lifting his hand up to his face. When he refaced me there was a redness behind his eyes. Damn. He had really cared for my mom. He said mom and him had been fated, what did that mean for the one he said I was prophesied to be with? Would he feel as deeply for me? I mean, this demon had only a few days with my mom and I could already tell how deeply attached he was to her.

“The place hasn’t been used since Sweet Sweet Jilysss returned back to her desired family.”

“You mean . . .” What was up with all the people then? How had they known so much about him and the place? “It’s full of staff though.”

“Of course. I kept it up and the staff came with me from my other place when I came to prepare it for your arrival. Did not want my son to come home to anywhere but where his mom and I spent our time. It was to be our family home and then become yours. I will return to my own place once your and Prince Moloch seal yourselves together.”

“Huh?”

Why would we come to live here? He was sure to have his own place. He was the Prince of the Underworld. Wouldn’t he have guards of all kind? People waiting on him hand and foot? A dad with high-demands of his time? Surely, he had his own place that his father set up for him in a place that was more than easy to defend against threats.

“You look so confused.” Maga went over to the small booze colored metal framed desk that had been placed across from the king size bed. “I guess you are. Your world works way different than the Underworld. It was partly the turn off to a life among mine for Sweet Sweet Jilysss.” He gave a shoulder lifting sigh. “Guess I can understand. I learned everything I could about you world while you grew up, hoping to be able to help you with any issues that arose from the change of living styles and I’m already failing. Aren’t I?”

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“What type of demons did you say you were?”

“Angire Demon.”

“What is that exactly?”

Wasn’t sure if he’d told me this already or not, but if he had I didn’t recall it, but what I knew was I’d never had such dark thoughts before in my life. It sickened me. Wanted them to disappear. Longed for my loving thoughts. Thoughts of desire for rolling around on a bed with a man with a hard body and a long cock that would stroke him in the perfect spot each time he thrust into him.

“Well . . . I require blood to live, that’s why I have these.”

I watched as a set a fangs dropped down over his lower lip. Sharp and pointed, just like I’d seen in books I’d read. Lord, I was part Vampire.

“Are you allergic to sun?”

“No. I can go out any time of the day and can eat real food. I do not sparkle in the sun or any of that other movie bullshit the human portray my made up kind to be. We are pretty much like Incubus, instead of lust we have to have blood.”

Why had I never had to have blood? “Why did I want to rip your throat out?”

“Oh, that is just your demon side awakening. When one comes into a demon side it can be . . . how to say this, kind of aggressive to start with. Or some can be. Our family lines tends to be on that spectrum of things.”

Great. Just what I needed on top of being in the Underworld for the first time and being offered up like a piece of a meat to a Prince.

“How much of the announcing me do you have planned?”

“Nothing. It would have been wrong to have planned your Underworld Presentation Ball.”

Ball? Great. Formal affair. Should have guessed. Debutant Balls were grandiose events for the humans. Why in the world did such have to exist? What was wrong with people choosing their own partner from something as simple as a date?

“This is my office.”

Had guess that from the fact that there was only a huge metal framed desk with a computer and printer sitting beside it. The walls were lined with shelves and shelves of books, some old looking while others appeared brand new. For an office it was typical. Done in dark stains, but a bit dark for my likings.

“There is enough room in the house for you to have one of your own while you are waiting for the ball and the Prince to court you.”

“Court me?”

“Yes. Don’t think he will just say you are his chosen and pluck you off to his castle and expect you to fall in love with him do you?” His biological father busted out laughing, covering his mouth and shaking his head. “Oh, son. I’m sorry if I gave you that impression. No wonder you weren’t too pleased. I would never have let that happened. If you aren’t compatible I would never expect you to give your life up for him. But it is very uncommon for the Underworld’s fates to make a mistake.”

Wasn’t so sure about that. Was sure they had if they paired me with anyone. I was a free spirted man who believed in choosing everything in his life. My mom and dad fought hard for those rights. It had taken their lives and I would stand up for that as long as I could.

“You will see. It will be fine.” He waved me towards the door. “Let’s get you introduced to the house and the staff, then get you settled with your belongings. They should be here by then.”

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The man that greeted me was more me that I’d expected. Angular cheek and deep set eyes, but the semi-blond hair and short stature and skinny frame shocked me. He had more muscles than me, which made me wonder how many hours he spent in the gym. I’d tried the gym, but it never did me any good. I worked out for months on top of months with a trainer and never gained an ounce of muscles. The trainer finally told me I was waisting my money because my body was the type that would not gain muscle. I took him at his word and saved that money back.

“Will my money transfer to this world?”

“Yes, but you won’t need it. I have more than enough saved back for you.”

“What does that mean?”

“I have put back money each week for you since you were born. Your mother would not accept anything from me for you, so I wanted you to know that I cared and tried to be there for you in some manner as you grew. It was one way I’d be able to show you when this day came.”

Crap. How was one to take such an act? Kind, caring and loving, but weird. I was an adult. I’d earned that money back in the Inncubus World. Worked hard for it.

“How can I get it?”

“I will make arrangements to have it transferred into your account over here.”

“You already opened me an account before I came? What if I had chosen to go to the Graveyard instead of joining you?” I yanked my shirt so hard that I heard the material rip. “I need my clothing and stuff as well.”

“It wil all be taken care of. I have a representative that can travel both worlds going to get it as we speak.”

How dare him. He had no right to have all this prepared before he even knew I would be the chosen one. Heck, he didn’t even have the right to convince my mom to make such an agreement with him. Mom had no right to do such with an unborn child of hers. Yet, I could not find any anger towards her. There had been, but it had not lingered, but so much lurked deep inside me for the man standing in front of me. I wanted to reach across and rip his throat out, letting it pour onto the floor so he could roll around in it while he slurped it up.

“Oh fuck.” He fell to his knees.

“What is it?”

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Right. Leak what I am. Draw him to me. Make it so we meet. Once again he was shaping my life for his own purpose. He’d done so since he created me. Why not continue doing so?

“First, though, we must bring you home and get you settled in.”

Home? I was home. Wasn’t I?Not really. Not anymore. Soon as Ranko reported the decision of the mirror I would be null and void among the Inccubus community. If I remained among them I had to shift my life to the Graveyard.

“Take me wherever I need to go.”

“Step through the mirror.”

“You will do no such thing.” Ranko said form the doorway.

“He has no other choice.” Grandma Sto said from behind him. “It is his new life. Let him get it started.”

“Grandma, hush it. This is not what mom would have wanted.”

“She made herself very clear what she wanted.” I took in a deep breath and watched the entire mirror take on a silvery shimmer before the little particles parted left and right. “Time for me to do as she wanted.” Much as it sucked, I’d been born to belong to someone else. Never be my own person. Might as well go ahead and get it going so I can figure out my life and how it will be.

“You don’t have to do this.” Ranko laid his hand on my shoulder. “You can stay here among the outskirts and come and visit us often.”

“I’m not putting that kind of stain on the family. Best I just do as the mirror proclaimed.” No Sto had ever gone against the mirror and I wouldn’t be the first. “Love you all. Take care.”

I gave them each a small, most likely fully visible fake smile then stepped through the mirror.

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A fire ended his dream life years before it should have.

Ja Walker wasn’t dead, neither was the love of his life, thanks to his minuscule amount of Magical Power, but the use of it terminated his life. Magical Beings weren’t allowed to use their skills in front of humans. To save the one that mattered most to him, Ja did the one thing that would get him sent back to the place he waited over fifteen long years to get away from . . . the Magical World. And he wouldn’t be returning to the family who disowned him or the coven that he was supposed to have taken over once he turned twenty-one.

He’d be taken to a coven where he’d be shunned, overlooked, or beaten because he had been sent back to the Magical World. After all, that’s what happened to those who disgraced themselves by breaking the laws. But that was okay with Ja, he’d take whatever punishment came his way as long as the love of his life was alive and well.

Ja resigned himself to a life of being invisible, but he never expected what happened when Elder Robert brought him to the Clive Coven.

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The mist hissed and shouted, “I wanted my chosen one first and foremost. For all my life, not one second passed that I did not wonder what she was doing, if she was happy, how she was fairing, how you were fairing, if you held my face, my eyes, my lips, what sports you played, what parts of me you held. I gave all that up for her, because I decided it was best to give my chosen what she longed than to make her miserable so I would be happy.”

“But you still chose to ensure you got me out of the bargain, didn’t you.”

“It wasn’t only because of what I’d been told you were prophecies to be.” The voice dropped into a low whisper. “I wanted some part of me and my chosen mate to survive this world even if we were not together. Was that so wrong? I never thought she’d withhold that fact from you. Never thought I wouldn’t know she died.”

Sadness. Sure enough, it lurked in those last few words. Might not be able to see it on a face or see it in a set of eyes, but it was more than clear in how low and soft his tone was, and how there was a hiccup in those last two words. I might not like to think he had cared about me, but there appeared to be feelings for my mom, least I could give him that much.

“Are you ready to join me in the Underworld? We have lots to plan.”

“Plan?”

“Yes. It is time to announce you to the Underworld as my son.”

“What does that mean?”

“It is like a . . . what would your world call it?” I could all but imagine the cloud figure tapping his fingers against his chin as he searched fro the right word. “Debutant Ball.”

“A what?”

“Isn’t that what the women held to annouce themselves ready to chose a husband?”

“I’m not a woman. I’m an Incubus.”

“Right, but still I have to announce you are ready to select a husband.”

“Thought I was this chosen person. Why put me through such a charade?”

“Have to have a reason for the Moloch to make an appearance with his son, don’t we?”

“And he’d do that for some mixed breed demon who has no clue what it means to be a demon to start with.”

“Once I leak what you Journey Announcement Day revealed.”

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I left Ranko and Uncle Lal in the study, arguing about why Mom had been so selfish. Never heard Ranko speak so hardly about our mom, but understood where he was coming from. She’d left both of us in the dark about a major aspect in my life when it should have been us that were told. Uncle Lal of course swore his sister had her reasons, and I guess mom did, but it made no sense to leave me her son, which would be a man after he faced the Decision Mirror. Grandma Sto stood outside my room, holding a folded up letter. She held it up to me, but I shook my head. Didn’t need to read mom’s words to know what Grandma Sto had said was the truth. One thing I knew about all Sto women, they never lied to their loved ones. Might leave shit out, but outright lie, nope. Not in their DNA. All left for me to do was to man up and move on with what lay ahead of me.

I pushed the door to my room open and watched as the cloud figure swirled in and out of each item on my desk. It looked as if it soaked up the essence of each item it brushed across and through, took in what each item meant to me. Something a father would have done, but why would he have cared when he’d willingly let mom conceive and leave him, taking me away from him to never see me again. How could he have done such? Why would he have done such?

“Ah . . . You are back?”

“Why did you do it?”

“Do what?”

“Bargin with her for me.”

“As much as I longed to have her at my side each day she was away, I knew she would never have been happy beside me. I saw that the few days she was here.” If a cloud could sigh, he had done so, right down from the distortion of the mist in front of the area that formed his mouth area. “While she was here, she felt the draw to be with me, like all chosen ones did, but her heart belonged her with her family and the one her heart desired. Not the one fate deemed fitting for her.”

“Fate can get it wrong then.” I wasn’t sure if that was comforting or not, because whatever the case might be for me, I would still be forced to remain in the Underworld. There would be no returning to my life as a Incubus. Or if I did returned, I’d be sent to the Graveyard Section.

“You have been deemed the one prophesied as the mate to Ez Moloch, your fate is sealed, Nacal. And I can be no prouder.”

“Course not. You accomplished what you wanted from the bargain with my mother. You got what you wanted from her.”