Chapter 76
Ambrose pov
“Be careful. Don’t step on the chain.” I tell Enzo. He bows his head in agreement. Gonna need to work on that and get him to stop calling me the stolen. E is already getting annoyed not knowing and she hates it when I speak to him in his tongue.
“The stolen why that you to hruchvan?” Enzo stammers. He is learning fast some things are harder to grasp. He recognizes that she will be his elder once he finds his gifted. But he thought she was also, my familiar. Being the stolen he thought I had a high-level being as a familiar. “You have to stop calling me the stolen. And the chain from my chest to E’s hell bitch is the only way I can keep E here. Her bond to the bitch will transfer the chain effects from the bitch to E.” I explain as I pull things off shelves. I need to sever the link she has with Loki. The master must have discovered their connection.
“you the stolen. Must no you call all to know?” He bows now I know why the young alpha hates it. “but here on this side, I have a name that has been announced. Should you not honor that here, being that you are not on this side?” being as formal and clear as I can. Until he is bonded fully to this side and E becomes his queen. Well, alpha but to him shes his queen. He is loyal to the bonds of the overseer and as it turns me.
I will have to explain to E later why he calls me the stolen just not right now. I almost have the potion ready. She’s going to hate me. “why?” he asks tilting his head. His black eyes told me how much he doesn’t understand. “I live here on this side. I have no plans of crossing to the other side. I know. I know.” Stopping him before he can interrupt. “the realm will choose another I am sure of it. He has other imps does he not?” “yes many, many imps but you the born chosen only you until your chosen imp comes.” “need a gifted for that.” “no. You are the stolen. Broken line. New begin. Shadows tell so.” He says. Stopping in my tracks I look at him confused. I read everything I could on demons. A lot has been lost over the years but I have a collection. And I don’t understand what he means.
Wiping my hands on a towel I hold my hand to him. “hutrikds” he nods taking my arm. Closing my eyes I dive into his mind. He’s old. Very old but he looks to be the same age as the young Enoy. Odd. Maybe there is more to demons than even I know. Flicking past his personal memories to his core. Finding the parts dealing with the ruling system.
Okay, here we go. It seems to run similarly to this side each type of demon is a clan with a ruling family. Then there is the overseer who rules over them all. For every family when the next head of the family is born it’s not from birth order. It’s the realm's choice. The imp will be born with the family mark. When the clan's next king or queen is born they are born with the clan mark. The overseer is different. The imp is always from the first demon line. Again chosen by the realm. It could be your first imp or your last. It’s unknown until it’s born. How do you know? The imp is born with green obsidian numbs and the ruling overseer’s green obsidian horns will develop a black obsidian ring at the base of their horns.
The only way a new overseer can be chosen is the next to dust the land. Pulling back out of his head I plop down in a chair. I took the liberty of speeding his English up to at least enough that he sounds like any other teenager.
“ well I’m not dying and when I do it will be on this side so my dust will spread here not there I don’t see how the dark realm has not seen that. It seems all doesn’t it?” “no, and yes. You on the light realm, and it can still feel you through the divide. If not you wouldn’t have been chosen. You were birthed here and still chosen. That must mean something?” “I think I gave you too many words.” Huffing. E starts groaning again. “come on I need to do the demoness line to find the young witch the master is using to try and summon her.” Getting up I go back to the fire. I could update my pocket to include the modern comforts but I enjoy the old way of doing things. “you age differently than us. You are over 1000 and not yet reached the age of finding your gifted how is that?” snapping my eyes to him “what?” “your horns. they are smooth like water so can’t feel your gifted but the length tells me you are over 1000. Most are starting to have imps when they hit your age. It’s odd.” “what will they look like when I reach the age?” I ask now curious. I always thought I didn’t have a mate cause well I’m not even supposed to be. “wavy ridges like those animals in the flip story on the cliffs they go” he starts swirling his finger in a spiral. “ram?” I ask he shrugs. “can you infuse some shadow in this?” having a shadow demon around can come in handy. Catching shadows is a pain. He nods and holds his hand over the pot. Fog-like smoke-looking shadows drip off his fingertips into the pot. Once it touches the liquid in pulls it all back leaving a tiny swirl. Waiting is the hard part. The shadow dancing in the pot slowly takes over everything coating it in well a shadow.
Once the hole pot is now a deep shadow I add Enoy's blood. Plop. Watching as the blood drop sits on top. Little testicles of the shadow start to caress the drop slowly pulling bits of it down into the liquid. Coating the shadow in a red hue. . Now to wait for it to simmer down the shadow sliding through the line of her blood seeking every blood connection to her. This could take a while the Samuels have been around a while.
