Chapter One Part Two

The single candle barely lit the stone walls, but another unearthly light emanated from the bowl of water in the middle of the room. Frustration and anger floods through the shadowy figure standing over the bowl as his control over the body lessens. The bowl goes dark and the image of a wooden door, recently slammed, fades from the water. His control was gone.

The bowl smashes against the wall opposite the man. He watches the water travel down the stones as he seethes. A presence emerges from the corner behind him and his nostrils flare at the smell of decaying flowers. He turns to see the demon. Her wings stretch out behind her and the candle’s flame flickers. Something stirs inside him and like she had told him, he embraces the feeling of darkness. She saunters toward him and retracts her pockmarked wings.

“I sensed your anger,” she whispers.

“I can barely control the humans!” he all but shouts.

“You just need more time. To practice.” She drags her fingers around the edge of the table as she parades around it.

“I don’t have time,” he says.

“Yes, you do. The more time you waste trying to force your powers, the more you give yourself away. Practice in secret. Take all the time you need, and they will forget this little incident. When they forget is the time to strike.” She had made her way around the table and ran her fingers up his arm.

“Now, you need to relax,” she whispers in his ear.