"Enough!" the dark eyed demon spoke, signaling to lower me down with the others. The hooded group moved out of the room, taking the vessel of collected blood, Rowan, Lucia and Erin following behind.
My eyes were still fixed on this demon. I knew they were merely dressed up for Samhain, but I recognized the one with the dark penetrating eyes. It was Dantalion. His form was not as I had seen the night I evoked him, he was human form.
Dantalion was forced to wear his sin for eternity. Yet, between the moon's phases, shape shifting brought him in and out of the mortal dominion. I didn't understand quite how it worked, only that within this human form, and that of his full demon form, rested a conflict of good versus evil. At first I was afraid of what I didn't understand. After seeing him in the Courtyard, full fledged demon, I should have been afraid. But his heart seemed pure, and his hold on me grew stronger. The visions I saw showed how dangerous demons could be, and although capable of restraint, he was also capable of much more. Devouring to acquire more power not only fed evil into him, but into the other demons.
"I know you!" I called out to him. "You're real!"
"Yes, I am real," he replied. "Some say even the fallen can reclaim their salvation. My salvation wears the face of a mortal girl" he spoke to me.
"Am I a sacrifice to release the demons of the Goetia?" I asked him.
"A mortal embodied by an immortal soul can only release the demon they call upon. Your blood cannot save the others," Dantalion replied.
"But my blood can save yours. You healed me the night in the Courtyard, the wound from the dagger. Why didn't you just let me die?" I pleaded with him.
He didn't answer. Dantalion swilled down red liquid, wine or blood, I wasn't sure. Holding out his arm he grasped mine. I saw the mark on his forearm. The one I saw the night I evoked his demon form. I tried to pull away, but his strength held me fast. I could hear my friends' voices in the back room and smoke filled my lungs.
I looked over at his gorgeous dark eyes. I remembered he was the reason I breathed air. His love infected me. He was the elixir that pulsed through my blood. He was the 'Incubus' , the angel of darkness - I saw him in my nightmares. He was beautiful, even as the face of the undead. I knew we would see each other again, that I had evoked something dangerous, but his spirit was bound to my soul. His was not the flesh of a demon that would hurt me.