I can’t doanything.
“Mavyn?”
Desperation hangs on each syllable. Someone says my name but it’s background noise. Something inside cracks and I know I need to keep it together. I can’t let my true devil out. I can’t let him gain control.
But I am not as strong as Varian. I am not as controlled as Darian.
I don’t have the calculated mind of Thorne or even the knowledge of Castiel. I am not powerful like my father or practiced like Uncle Edmond Arcturus or even tempered like Uncle Jerusil Kyros.
I am nothing.
I am nothing.
I. Am. Nothing.
How am I fated toher? How could I possibly be worthy of her?
It’s simple. I’m not.
Twenty-Six
Mavyn – Septmust 3
Callahan is out because he would never do it. And I would rather slit my own throat then ask Thorne. I can’t subject Jullia and Asher to that, so maybe Hanna? I also don’t need to be owing the professors any favors so they’re a definite no. And Darian is. . . he would be the absolute last resort.
Something flickers somewhere further in me and I remind myself I still need to pay attention. But the burning has stopped. Did I answer all of his questions? The last one I remember hearing from the devil was if I burned Thorne’s rooms.
I had to smirk at myself for that. Because technically I did not. Technically my magic did – my flames. He did not ask if I used magic to burn Thorne’s rooms down. If he had then Iwould have said yes. But he only asked if I had done it, and to create blue fire only magic itself can do that.
I’ll have to thank Elsa for that. A high fae noblewoman who loves frequenting the club every so often. She’s not from this side of Miy but the opposite where the Mage Board has less control and monarchy’s are of more influence.
High fae cannot lie, however omissions are not lies. I had known that speaking less words can be more powerful, but she taught me the art of speaking only select words. The art of truth telling and the art of bending – twisting and knotting – truth telling. And just because you answer a question does not mean you answered the whole question.
Truth pulling empathic magic requires you to tell the truth when you speak. However, you can always choose to simply keep your mouth shut. So I only answered the parts of questions I wanted to, leaving them to all think I simply answered all questions with only one answer.
But the devil has not asked any more questions and it has been a while. The burning has also stopped, so did he remove his hand from my body?
The second he did that I did what I have only done once before. I locked myself within my mind. My body becomes detached from myself, even though I can faintly hear and see and speak.
It doesn’t last long, and the downside is if I stay in this state for too long my body will shut down. I’ll become trapped in my mind unable to do anything. First my breathing will stop, then my heartbeat slows until it stops.
I had been dead for twenty-four minutes before the shocks of a defibrillator flickered in my mind and I realized Ineeded to unlock my mind. It’s almost like when someone goes brain dead and their body is unable to function.
Not only is that a downside and why I never did it while the devil beat me, but it is also incredibly hard to unlock myself from my mind. So many thoughts, so much thinking, so much, too much, going, going, going.
Thoughts will pass and I won’t realize it’s been several minutes. And it’s so safe here. There’s no pain, though my thoughts can consume me in a different way.
I force myself through the barriers of my mind to peak out my own eyes. The red devil is no longer in front of me and instead it’s the golden devil. The one who is causing something further in me to tug. His eyes are distant as they watch me and there’s something in them.
Something I only see when I look in the mirror.
I need to leave this place. I realize now I stopped breathing a couple minutes ago. I need to unlock my mind.
The black ring around the edge of his iris is starting to slowly consume the gold.
I told him to keep a lock on his devil. Why is he not freaking listening.
His eyes flash and the black retreats. Mavyn. His lips moving and that reminds me I need to unlock myself. I need to come back to my physical body.
