All The Wrong Signs

I stood listening to Blaze's footsteps fade in the distance. My mind was still reeling from what he had asked me to do. It was so out of character for him.

Yet I knew if he asked, it was important.

Once I popped out of nowhere, he would play his guard, solidifying my safety. All because I was carrying a heir to Luficer's bloodline.

I shivered realizing how insane this whole thing was. I was carrying Lucifer's what? Great-grandchild? And I was ok with that?

Letting out a deep breath I knew I was. Blaze might be a demon, but he was a better man than at least half of the guys on earth.

Rubbing my stomach with my free hand I started to make my way forward slowly. He hadn't told me when I needed to make my approach but I assumed if he wanted me to wait he would have told me as much.

With each step I took the darkness seemed a little less than less. It wasn't until I turned left in the hallway that I saw a torch at the end of the hallway beside a set of double doors.

How did he expect me to sneak in when I had to open those doors? Surely I would drawl attention to me the I spend them. In my mind I could hear a loud squeaking sound and by the time I was in the room ever demon there would be looking at me as if I had lost my mind.

I had clearly lost my mind. I was carrying a demon in my stomach. As if it knew what I was thinking the baby kicked my stomach. I smiled, "I know, I know. Half witch or warlock, half demon."

Gripping the blade I my hand I once again started moving approaching the double doors. The doors seemed huge infront of me. If. had to guess I'd say they were a good 10 feet hight. What if I couldn't even get them to budge?

This was a horrible idea.

Taking a deep breath, I reached out for the brass ring that opened and closed the door. Closing my eyes, I pulled, expecting the sharp sound of an unpiled door hinge.

Nothing, the door opened smoothly in front of me. I had only opened the door a crack, but it was enough to see what was going on in the room in front of me.

It must be some kin of meeting hall. Blaze and his men, stood on one side of a stone table facing me, while Gregar and his men had their back to me. Both sides were shouting at each other, but it was Blaze and the man who I assumed to be Gregar shouting the loudest.

I had no idea what they were saying. They were talking in some foreign language that I'd only heard Blaze speak a couple of times. Whatever it was they were arguing about, it had Blaze pissed. Even Soren who was standing beside Blaze had his hand on the hilt of his sword waiting for things to pop off t any given second.

Gregar stood directly in front of the door, but had armed guards on both sides of him, as did Blaze. Sure I could probably sneak up on him, but the moment, I pulled my blade, I'd be dead.

It was easy to chose to die for Blaze when I thought I was freeing him from Kyler. I would have sacrificed myself to save him then. But now. Now I was carrying his child, my obligation to the unborn baby in my stomach trumped him.

I still loved Blaze, would do anything in the world for him, anything but put my child at risk.

As if sensing my reluctancy, Blaze's eyes lifted meeting mine momentarily. It was enough to refocus my mind. Blaze would never but me in harms way purposely. When he told me if things went bad, he meant if he was killed. Not me. He had faith that I would survive all of this.

Why was word that I was carrying his child enough to keep me safe, but him being a direct heir to Lucifer not enough for him. Was it because Gregar was also a descendant of Lucifer. It was like the damn royal family.

Gripping the knife in my hand harder, I closed my eyes as I took several intakes of breath. I could do this. I could do this.

When I reopened my eyes, I did feel a little stronger. There were times I could feel Blaze's demon blood mixing with mine, and now was one of those times.

Opening the door enough to fit my pregnant form through, I walked slowly and carefully behind Gregar. Blaze and his men were watching me, waiting for any sign that someone other than them had noticed me moving. Petra was there too and I could see the worry in her face.

Standing directly behind Gregar, I started second guessing my decision to go through with this. Gregar was at least a foot taller than I was. How the hell was I supposed to threaten him with some small dagger. He would swat it out of my hands and laugh at me.

You're stronger than you know.

Those words. Oh how I wished they were true.

I winced as Gregar started shouting again. I wanted to cover my ears, but I knew the time was now or never. Gripping the blade in my hand, I looked up focusing on his head, and with a faint pop, I was floating behind him. I didn't have time to question what had just happened, instead I grabbed his head in a headlock, pressing the blade against his neck shutting him up successfully.

His men started to move toward me but I ignored them, whispering in Gregar's ear. "Call them off or you die."

Gregar, shouted something and his men instantly froze.

Laughter. Blaze's laughter seemed to feel the entire room.

"Speaking of witches here she is Gregar. I forgot to mention that she is carrying the next heir. Lucifer himself has pronounced her untouchable."

Gregars men took another step backwards as if they were afraid of even looking too hard at me.

"Impossible," Gregar șpiț out. He turned his head both ways trying to gauge my grasp on him. I held on as tightly as I could but I knew if he tried hard enough he could get out.

"Who would have ever thought that a witch would have summoned me?" Blaze walked around the table. Gregar's men hesitant to make a move. "So you see, I do have everything I need to take you down."

"Even if she kills me, I will make sure you die with me."

Blaze shrugged, "so be it."

Wait? What did he mean so be it?"

"Attack," Gregar said, shouting so loudly that the blade sliced into his throat.

My eyes widened in fear, as I saw swords being drawn on both sides. No. This couldn't be happening not like this. As Gregar started to laugh, I took the blade and sliced deep into his throat and shoved him away from me.

He made a horrible sound as he put his hands to his neck to stop the bleeding. I couldn't worry about him now. Where was Blaze. Everyone was fighting. Swords were clashing. It was as if I was in some sort of protective bubble. Just as Blaze had said, Gregar's men steered clear of me.

I didn't realize I was still floating, until I felt someone grab my foot. Looking down, I was ready to dig my dagger deep into their eye when I saw it was Petra.

"Where is he?"

I looked up, searching for Blaze. Seeing that he was deep in the middle of combat with two more demons running up behind him, I screamed at the top of my lungs. The entire room shook at its impact and all of the soldiers including Blaze hit their knees and quickly covered their ears.

As the sound from my mouth faded, I don't know who was more surprised. Me or the soldiers.

Whispers started, so many and so fast that they sounded like the buzzing of a thousand bees. Petra moved to my side putting her hands on my shoulders in a calming manor as Blaze stood up.

"Your leader is dead," he roared over the buzzing. "Unless you want to met the same fate as he, you will leave and never look back."

The buzzing grew louder as everyone stood up. Petra was quickly moving me toward Blaze. As we moved his soldiers quickly closed in around us guaranteeing our safety.

One I stood beside Blaze, all of Gregar's men knelt down and swore their allegiance to Blaze. Or at least thats what I think happened, I couldn't understand a word of what they were saying but it reminded me of old medieval movies I used to watch.

Blaze took my hand in his as he spoke again. Still no clue what he said but I didn't have much time to think about it. With a pop we were in the middle of an enormous ball room. It was night and the moonlight seemed to bounce off of the waxed wooden floor.

"Where are we?" I asked, looking up at Blaze.

"Home," he said simply. Farway music started playing as Blaze swept me into his arms. I had no idea how to dance, but I found it rather easy to keep up with him. It was like something out of a dream. The music that played was hauntingly beautiful, it fit perfect.

Laying my head against his chest, I let him sweep me across the dance floor. Home. Our home.

I felt something slide into place, a piece of my puzzle that had always been missing. It was Blaze. Someone who loved me for who I was. Someone who had faith in me. Someone who would never let me fall.

If you would have told me that my happiness would be found in hell with a demon, I would have laughed at you. There was no way a demon could ever be the key to my happiness.

How wrong I would have been.