Craving
MICHAEL
I remained in my seated position as everyone prepared to have a good night's rest. I couldn't think of shutting my eyes for a moment because of the things bothering me.
How in the world did my demon lose control and bite the neck of the princess? My eyes followed every single person moving around or getting a blanket to keep them warm as they lay their heads on the cold floor. Gradually, I became irritated by every sound they made, every breath they took, and how peaceful some looked while sleeping.
Three years ago, I got stabbed and almost died by an unknown figure. I was captured and forced to witness how unceremoniously my dear mother was beheaded for giving birth to a wizard, a monster. Then, I was thrown into the ships of slavery to deal with even more problems. I raked a hand through the length of my hair in frustration.
My magic has never stopped glitching ever since that incident. I haven't been placed in a situation where bathing in fire would be convenient. My blood boiled as I remembered how I sank my fangs into her neck and enjoyed every moment of it.
My body began to react in a certain way as I stared at the fire made for us to keep us warm during the night. It's evening, and the sun is setting. I bit my lips hard as I figured out ways in which I could devour this fire and bathe in it, and without raising any alarm.
I sighed in defeat as that thought seemed impossible.
"Isn't it beautiful?"
Levi is one of the castle slaves and the only one who has not given up yet in trying to make a friend out of me. I just stared at him with no idea of what he was talking about.
He sat in front of me. The fire in the middle separated both of us. He threw something into the fire and it burned the more. Tempting me to let my demon out and devour everything.
"The fire." He pointed at it. I began to salivate.
He smirked, tilting his head a little bit to the right. To examine me more. I felt very uncomfortable.
"I can see the hunger in your eyes." He teased.
There's something about this person that doesn't feel right. My demon feels alive whenever we are around him. He feels at peace even though I can't deny it. My demon pushes me to be the first to interact with him. Sometimes, I feel intimidated or too arrogant to walk over to him to say, hello.
The question is, why?
"That's because I am your brother."
Brother? When did I have one?
"When I mean 'brother', I meant to say that I am your friend. I want to be your friend."
I scoffed. I can't make friends. My stepdad made sure of that.
Also, did he just read my thoughts?
"Now that you are going to be part of the Knights of Andromeda, you should try and have someone that you can confide in. Someone that you can trust." He advised.
I stared at him in silence. Something is unsettling about this individual. Is it the strange way he talks or why he wants to be my friend?
He looked at the fire and smiled. "Just remember that whatever you become, later on in the future cannot surpass the longing to establish who you truly are or where you belong to." He then leaned forward to observe me closely, "Know who and what you are first."
What is he saying to me? Did I ask him to lecture me?
He sighed and rose to his feet, "Goodnight friend." he said and left.
Know who and what you are first.
What does he mean by that? Does he know that I am a part demon?
A flesh that hosts negative energy?
What would I gain from being his friend?
I gazed back at the fire before me, hungrily. Well, the universe has left me no choice. If I can't bathe in fire, having a little in my mouth wouldn't kill me right? At least to sustain me till I have a bigger chance of bathing in it.
I drew out a small stick from the fire and devoured it at once.
My whole body felt at peace the moment I did and I was strengthened. My demon surfaced briefly and I felt a small tension build very close to my eyes. The blue in them vanished and the red became more prominent.
This night just got better. I am sure no one would mind if this fire set up to keep us warm during the night did not last till morning.