Moloch’s Prophecy Chapter 10

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Chapter 10

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.”

Moloch’s Prophecy Chapter 5

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Chapter 5

Great. Not only had I been different from my entire family me entire life, but I’d been a way for my mom to get back to the family she longed to be with. Had she wanted me at all? Was I just a reminder of what it took to get herself away from some . . .

“What are you?”

“Why do you asked question you know the answer to, Son?”

Smartass was what he was.

“Whatever your name is,” Grandma Sto’s finally lost her giggles and put on her serious parental tone. “My family has no idea what is below our world. Neither the Sto family or the Eranon family.”

Among the Succubus/Incubus world, the combining of two families results in the couple taking the Succubus’ surname. It was tradition long lived by. Some of the newer couplings prefer to keep the Incubus’ family line going, which was one of the laws that mom and dad fought to allow.

“Ah . . . Mr. Dearnil Eranon, the man who owned my Sweet, Sweet Jilysss’ heart. So you are telling me, not only was my son kept in the dark about who his sire was, but also where I came from and his other way of life.”

“He has no other way of life.” Ranko threw a punch towards the Skelton face, going right through it, parting the mist, getting a deep, rich laugh.

“Young man, I approve of your protectiveness of your brother, but you are nothing but a mere flee to me.”

“Not if you would show yourself.”

Didn’t want the . . . whatever he was, to show himself. DIdn’t want him anywhere near me. Wanted him to leave me be. But my gut told me that wasn’t going to be an option. The mirror had made its proclamation and that would be my life, rather I liked it or not.

“Damn it.” I covered my face, refusing to let the bubbles forming behind them fall. “Just tell me what I am if I am not an Incubbus.”

Warm, soothing hands landed on my shoulder. Ones that I’d felt the day mom and dad had died. Ranko had tried to break the news to me without destroying my world, failing miserably. Whatever he would say would be just as poorly said as then.

“You are an Inccubus. You are my brother, Nacal. That is all that matters. Not what this ghost like ass-jerk says.”

Wish it was that simple. Wasn’t. Much as I wanted it to be, I couldn’t deny what the Journey Announcement claimed and Ranko knew it as much as I did. He knew how that declared one’s life. If I was not declared a Spirit, Element or Time then I have no place among the Inccubus world. Even with the government being supportive of the same sex and multiple partners they would never change their stance on the determination of the Decision Mirror. Ranko knew this as much as every Inccubus and Succubus alive.

My choice had been taken the moment mom made the bargain with this . . . whatever he was.