THE SAINTS HAVE FALLEN: CHAPTER 29 (Part 1)

The Saints Have Fallen is a YA Dark Romance Fantasy Novel written by Celine Mahadeo.

Novel. Fiction. Genre (Dark Romance Fantasy).

By Celine Mahadeo.

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After being stripped of his title as a God and turned into a demon in the presence of his brother, Yuri was banished to earth to live amongst the humans whom he hates. 200 years later, a young girl shows up at his doorstep holding both his life and death in her hands whilst not having any idea of the power in which she possesses.

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Chapter 29 (Part 1)

Ana.

Chapter 29

Ana.

I flexed the palm of my hand which was now bandaged. The slow burn of the sunlight was mopping at the floorboard of the room as I stared at my wounded palm. How was this possible? It was only a dream. But then how? Could the book have something to do with this? I turned to the blank paged book which was still stuffed beneath my pillow. Murvista said that I could get my answers from it, but things only felt more complex now. Could the dream last night, if connected to the book somehow, could it have been a sign? Could it have been trying to tell me something? Or at least lead me to some truth within it?

I recalled the peculiar situation of the dream, apart from Yuri’s bizarre behaviour towards me, my surroundings- the earth- felt different. Almost as if I wasn’t even on it anymore. The three blood moons hung low and menacingly. Dragons danced within the air whilst screams penetrated from the distance. An icy shiver ran up my spine as I recollected. Yuri mentioned me using my magic and a War. But what War was he talking about? What magic was he talking about? Had it been the book? And why was Syn there? The decapitated head of that said God flashed through my mind. I pushed the thoughts away.

When Grandpa sent me here, this certainly wasn’t what I had in mine. I bit my bottom lip as my eyes fell upon the inky pen at the bedside table. Maybe if I wrote what I needed to know in the pages instead I might get a clearer answer. It wouldn’t hurt to try right?

My fingers were inches away when I paused abruptly, startled by the sudden knock on the door.

“Anaaa,” Tomai’s voice called excitingly. He knocked again. And again. Just as a human child would call and plead.

I opened the door to the starry-eyed boy with a bright smile and deep dimples. He clutched onto my unwounded hand and pulled me down the stairs, “Come on! I have to show you something.” 

Stopping abruptly at the kitchen, he stood before me in triumph. “I helped Miss Lou make breakfast for everyone. And I want us all to eat together. You must tell me how delicious it is!”

Just behind him, Yuri sat unbothered at the table as he silently chewed and ignored everyone. Claude sat perched at the corner of the countertop, sinking his teeth into an apple. Lou, who sat afar with Byron, nodded to what he was previously telling her whilst eating. The loud screeching sound of the iron chair scraped against the floor of the kitchen as Tomai dragged it out for me to sit. Next to the miserable God.

Yuri tried not to look irked and paid any attention as the boy did this. “Come on, the pancakes will get cold.”

I sat quietly and ignored the brush of our shoulders which were too terribly close to each other. That same icy spice scent danced off him, mixed with hints of wood and pine. Similar to that of the dream. How odd to dream something into existence like that. Or had I subconsciously observed this already? In excitement, Tomai pushed the back of my chair roughly toward the table. Yuri clasped his hand at the edge of the table before me, shallowing the impact on my stomach. I gasped. He hadn’t turned. Hadn’t said a word. Instead, his expression remained cryptic. His jaw was clenched, one might even mistake him for being mad. But in that case, he might as well have been seen as angry 24/7.

Claude let out a low brief laugh as he observed. His eyes flickered over us in wicked delight and a smirk played upon his face as he continued biting into his apple. Tomai sat opposite, unaware of the mistake mishap, and smiled into a large bite of his pancake.

“It is delicious,” I returned his smile after tasting it, “I could eat this forever.” The compliment made him blush several shades of red. He leaned over to grab more of the maple syrup when his hand caused the tall vase to topple. I quickly reached for it when Yuri did the same. His fingers brushed over mine and lingered there for more than a few seconds. My eyes widened, a reminder of last night’s dream. The way his fingers had felt upon my skin, his lips. It sent a shock of strange feelings through my body. Maybe I shouldn’t have flinched and pulled away so suddenly. From the corner of my eye, I noticed his jaw tightened as I did so.

“You encourage his nonsense,” he said in a hushed, low disapproving tone to me. He hadn’t faced me, only tilted his head in my direction. “He is not a child.”

“And?” I snapped my gaze to him, locking my eyes in challenge, “Whether you believe it or not, he feels pain and happiness just as much as us.”

I spoke in the same firm and hushed tone, not wanting anyone else to hear.

“Bold of you to assume I feel anything,” he responded dryly. And yet, I felt his disdain towards me seeping out like blood gushing from a freshly opened wound.

The minutes of the day felt like hours and I was trying my utmost best to avoid him. Avoid any sight and any thought about him. I tried to push the dream away. It only made my feelings even more complicated towards him. More disagreeable. It felt like a taunt and a slap upon the face thinking he could be anything but an ass full of deceit and attitude.

 I breathed in the midday air as I clutched onto the book inside my bag and flickered with the pen in my other hand. I couldn’t bring myself to write on it just yet. I bit the dead skin off the corners of my finger- an ugly habit I had when I was nervous. Maybe I was a coward? No brave person would hesitate for so long. I tapped the pen against the white iron table where I sat in the garden and noticed Claude sitting afar, just before the pond. He was twirling his knives around his fingers as if he was simply bored. It made me wonder about his actual purpose for staying here. He knew he couldn’t harm anyone here and yet, he hadn’t left. I recalled how he called Yuri his brother. Had he been here for friendship’s sake? He didn’t seem like much of a sentimental sort of friend.

I throw the straps of the bag around me and walked towards him. His black hair with its red streak was combed thoroughly by the breeze. The deep shade of red matched along with his pirate-sleeved shirt and black waistcoat. He stretched out his lengthy left leg and casually propped his elbow on the other. His nails were long and sharp as he twirled the knife around and stabbed it into the dirt beside his leather trouser when I neared.

“Little dove,” he greeted.

“Claude,” I said politely as I observed his left canine tooth was a lot more prominent and fanglike than the right.

“Do all humans near lethal monsters with deadly weapons in their hands, or is it just you?”

 I sat beside him, staring into the deep pond. “You’re not the worst monster I’ve seen.”

He chuckled. Understanding. “If you’re talking about Yuri, I won’t disagree. But I highly doubt he will harm you.”

I scoffed. He paused and stared at me, “If you truly believe he’d hurt you, you wouldn’t still be here right now.”

He was right. Deep down, below my detest, some part of me knew I was safe. I hated that part because I wasn’t sure if it was me being too trusting of people or if it was a rational awareness that I was trying not to be aware of.

“And your presence here?” I asked genuinely interested, “Is it because you’re hurt?”

He shot his full attention upon me, almost as if he was startled and insulted by my question. “Why in the shits would you assume that?”

“You seemed upset with him. Especially when you got here. You said that he abandoned you.”

He rolled his eyes and let out a scoff of disbelief. Yet, he didn’t deny it. “I’m more curious about why you think it’s wise to attempt to be friends with a demon like me.”

“Generally speaking, I was never good at making human friends. Besides, Lou’s a lousy talker. She barely responds when I try to have conversations.”

Claude chuckled, “That’s because she’s dead, little dove. Yuri used a necromancy spell on her body so that an inhuman soul can habituate in it. Guess he wanted a maid without the trouble of constantly dying. It’d make sense actually.”

I blinked. Surely, that wasn’t true. Was I now surrounded by not one human at all?

“So it also makes sense her lack of ability to communicate with you,” he continued, “Demon magic or dark magic has its repercussions.”

Claude casually fell back, resting an arm behind his head, and stared at the sky. “It isn’t too late to run, little dove.”

“I’m not running,” I firmed and turned my head back at the house where I observed Yuri through the window with a book in hand. For a flip second, my heart skipped a beat thinking that I’d lost my book, but it was still with me thankfully. The window gave a view into the library, but I didn’t think he’d be one to read steamy romance novels when he was bored. I was pretty sure he was looking into how to turn me into a fly spell in that book of his. Part of me wondered what he did during his time on Earth. As much as I despised him, I couldn’t help but empathize with the situation of being alone and abandoned. Had it pained and numbed him as much as it did me? Does he experience the same sort of sadness that a human experiences? I remembered suddenly ‘The Song of Sorrow’, a story my grandfather told me about the Moon Goddess who visited Earth in search of her fallen stars. How she cried and cried and created a great river through her tears. That even the Sun God and the Sea Goddess couldn’t console her, for her pain was too much to bear. Grandpa mentioned that the Gods experience emotions differently than we humans do. One hundred times more intensely. If that were true, then I couldn’t even fathom the type of agony Yuri must have gone through.

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