Friday, January 4, 2013

Chapter 155

   Ice paced nervously outside the Council chambers. He had petitioned for Ben’s divorce from Blizzara for months. Now the moment of truth had arrived. He checked his cell phone again for messages. Nothing. Blizzara had gone into labor just as the meeting had started. Ben had accompanied her to the hospital with Aaron and Onyx. Nadia was babysitting Caitlin. Blade was in with the Council. Never had Ice felt so alone.
   “Well?” He demanded when Blade walked out of the room.
    “The marriage will be dissolved on the child’s first birthday. It’s over. She’ll be gone from our lives.”
   “And the children?”
   “Ben has custody of them as well.”
   “Any news of Byron and Burke?”
   “No.” But Ice could see concern in Blade’s eyes.
   “What else is wrong?”
   “It could be nothing, but the seers have found some indications of demonic activity.”
   “Demons? They actually exist?”
 
   Blade laughed, “Sometimes I forget how young you are. Yes, they exist. I thought the knowledge of how to summon them had been lost as well.”
   “Lost? Or deliberately destroyed?”
   “The latter. The sorcerers who summoned them caused many problems. The Council hunted down the sorcerers and killed them and destroyed their grimoires. Any time they find someone who’s been dabbling in such things, they kill them. Some things are best forgotten.”
   “And if someone’s raising demons again?”
   “If a demon mates with someone on this plane, the resulting child could wreak havoc on the world before it’s stopped.”
  “How often has that happened?”
  “It’s been millennia. It requires a virginal child of both human and vampire or werewolf blood. That’s one reason why we’re discouraged from having children.”
  Ice felt cold. “Burke is…”
  “Yes. He is. However, Turquoise has never shown any interest in demons before. I think it’s highly unlikely that he’s been summoning them.”
   “He’s determined to fulfill the prophecy using his own flesh and blood. Why wouldn’t he add a little demonic blood to the mix?”
   The question hung in the air. The tension was broken abruptly by the loud ringing of Ice’s cell phone.
 
   “It’s Ben. She’s given birth. You have a grandson, Cyril.”

Cyril King
 

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