The Demon's Soul

Lilly said, "The day we went to one of their friend's house. There was a mirror there and while we were leaving he didn't have a reflection. His friend Peter didn't have it too," she heard him take a deep breath.

"Lilly...what I'm about to say might come as a huge shock but Ace had died few days back after meeting you," both the girls looked at him with their mouth hanging wide open in shock. Before she could ask him, he raised his hand for her to wait, "I know it's hard to believe but what you were seeing and feeling was a semi state of his body. It is neither alive nor a ghost, something in between if you ask me. In order to come in contact with the ghosts that's the only way to achieve it. Did you know you resemble a little like her? The girl he loved. Not completely but close. That is one of the reasons why Weshes kept staring at you the first he visited your house."

"That's twisted," Gwen commented. Lilly felt felt sick in her stomach now. She looked like Ace's dead fiance?

"I know but...the time has passed," the witch king said, "The time of taking your soul passed long ago and I think or rather feel that he purposefully delayed it."

"What do you mean?" she asked him. If the time had passed didn't it mean it would go waste?

"My theory is Ace had grown a liking to you as in he saw you as his love due to the slight resemblance you and Claire share. When the time came he sure did strike but he wasn't sure about it. No one is bad in this world, Lilly. Situations make them do things. Ace wasn't such a boy before because I have met him before. I'm not asking you to forgive him because that decision is yours to make."

One of the nurse came in and took Elvis with her to treat the other patients while Gwen sat beside her explaining what had after she fell unconscious in the cottage. Lilly found out that Cole didn't know anything about Ace's motives. He had arrived at the cottage late, experiencing minor injuries. Rose was also under treatment while Canrart, the vampire king had lost one of his arm. And as they spoke right now, there was a meeting held at the ground floor with all the important people on what should be done as there was more risk of people finding out about what she was.

But something had been bothering her since Elvis had spoken to her. If someone knew what or who she was, why would they leave a baby unprotected on an isolated street? Wasn't it strange that it was her father who was a demon, who had found her and taken her in.

Her head began to hurt. It was too much of information for her mind to digest. She couldn't help but breakdown in tears thinking what had happened. She could only hope for her mother to be alright. Too tired again, she had fallen back to sleep. When she woke up for the second time, she was alone in the room and Gwen wasn't in sight. Sitting up on the bed, she stared at the white washed walls. The word sadness couldn't even describe how she was feeling right now.

After a while, she got down from the bed, opening the door she made her way out to see the vast mansion with high ceilings. She wondered where they were. Walking through the corridors she heard someone crying. She peeked a little to see two women standing in the corner.

"How could he? I just asked if he needed help," one of the women cried out holding a hand on her cheek. She was wearing a low cut blouse and a jeans.

"You know who he is right? You shouldn't have spoken to him," the other one said rubbing her friends back.

"But that was outright rude! I didn't even do anything!" she screeched.

With that being the only way where the two women stood, she cleared her throat to make her presence known, passing by them as if she hadn't heard a word nor that she had noticed a red hand print on one of the women's face.

"Ms. Lillian!" She heard someone call her from downstairs. Going to the edge she bent down to see Jack standing there looking up at her, "Your father is asking for your presence," he informed her.

Going down the stairs, Jack walked her to a secluded room and as they walked there, she caught sight of the large pillars made of clear white marble. In the middle stood a beautiful water fountain with statues of children.

Curious she asked the man, "Where are we?"

"In Presaxil, miss. Its a witch kingdom," he informed as he took her to the room which had another room inside it.

As he pushed the doors, it revealed some of the known faces who were already seated. Her father stood there along with the other kings but there was another man who had been eternally etched into her mind. The man who had killed someone she once held dear right in front of her eyes. The doors behind her closed once she stepped inside.

"Take a seat Lilly," Regorzil, the demon king offered her smile as e raised his hand towards an empty seat. With careful steps, she walked to take a sit which wasn't comfortable due to the uneasiness in her chest, "How are you feeling now? Tired?" the demon king asked.

"No, not tired," her eyes didn't miss the vampire king's arm that was bandaged from his shoulder to the the tips of his fingers with white bandage.

"We are not going to go round the bush, Lilly. As Elvis has told you, you are precious to our world. But it puts you in grave danger, living in the human world is not an option anymore. The human world weakens our powers and aren't to the fullest," Regorzil explained, "And after taking in the pros and cons it was decided that it was best for you to stay in the Vampire kingdom for now. In the meantime Elvis will try to research regarding your soul."

"We hope you don't mind," the green eyed man spoke. He was holding a glass of wine in his hand, twirling it gently.

"This is my brother, Luke," she heard Canrart introduce the man.

"No, need of introductions, Canrart. We have met before," he said looking at her, a slow smile forming on his lips, "There is plenty of time for it."