The Daemon’s Eyes

Hermilton,

14th March, 2027.

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A few drops of tears escaped her eyes. She couldn't even remember the last time she'd cried.... Maybe it was the last time she'd seen her mother?...Eight years ago....

Sabrina was twenty-five with short brown hair she always tied up in a ponytail. And today, was her father's funeral.

Standing before his gravestone, all she could do was shed silent tears. It had already begun to rain and the few people who'd attended had already taken their leave...

The rain seemed to get more frightening within seconds.... There was a thunderstorm..

Not far from her left, was the gravestone of her dear mother...

They'd never known each other due to their peculiar curse, although... She'd met her ghost about eight years ago.

Her late father, Hamilton Davidson was said to have drowned to death while on his way to a job. He never even mentioned where the job was going to be!... Which he always did. And he'd burnt the letter he'd received from an unknown

source...

All that couldn't be just a coincidence... But the police wouldn't take her seriously!!

They just kept acting all sympathetic like she'd been trying to cheer herself up by blaming someone else for his death. Tightening her fists. She was now drenched by the rain.

"You promised...", She sniffles. "You promised dad!!", The tears were now flowing freely as she punched the air beside her.

Falling to her knees without minding the mud. "You said you won't leave like mum!", She was almost screaming now. "You promised!".

Sabrina. She hardly ever included her last name in unofficial papers. It was like an unsaid rule of wielders of the daemon's parts, their last name didn't matter.

They had no past. No future.....

Sabrina was blessed with special eyes she'd found more like a curse during her childhood. Normal people had blue.. green... Black or even brown eyes. But hers were scarlet red. At first... She wore glasses to try hiding them. But later... She discovered that without glasses she kept mixing reality with something else...

She could see spirits... But they always looked a bit more 'see through' than normal people, and no matter what She'd worn on her eyes, they never changed.

At a point in her life, she'd actually become capable of ignoring them completely.

And although she could see spirits.... she wasn't actually allowed to talk to them.

The Azacarus was a book which held all the necessary guidelines and information about her eyes. It was a fact that once a wielder gives birth, he/she dies for the eyes to be passed down. The daemon's eyes.

Daemon's were creatures which lay on the fence between spirit and human.

Unlike spirits, they were never once humans since they hadn't possessed a body since the time of creation. god-like, but more of a curse than a blessing.

In the beginning, those who'd joined in the great war of the heavens had been cast into hell as demons, with Lucifer as their king.

The rest remain between both worlds, a place known as the underworld. And unlike spirits/ roamers who remain on earth, forever bound to the place they died, daemon's move around freely as they wish. And very few, are capable of possession or even coming to the upper world.

Sadly, one daemon found favor in the sight of their creator and had been given a body. His eyes enabled him to see other spirit and daemons. His fingers were blessed with the ability to kill and heal by a touch. His lips, could command one to do his bidding. But that wasn't all they could do....

But after he'd had three children... he died and his powers were divided in three parts. The daemon's eyes, the daemon's touch, and the daemon's lips.

She'd once heard the power would be transferred randomly if it's wielder was to die without a child...

She'd met a daemon about eight years ago... Logan.... who'd been sent by the fading spirit of her mother to watch over her....

Or so she thought.

After she'd seen her mother once more.... she'd never laid eyes on Logan again...

But she always felt... Like he still watched over her.

During the years... She'd discovered she could not only see spirits, but also leave her body attimes, although it was dangerous. She could enter people's dreams... Fade away for some minutes and many other things. Logan was of great help in teaching her the basics a long time ago...

It was a bit sad, but she'd been waiting by her parents grave in hopes that either one of their spirits would show up. It wasn't likely, and she knew this...

Only people who'd not fully accomplished their purpose in life remain bound. And yes... He was said to have died in a river...

'Who the fuck drowns in a shallow river?!!'. She couldn't help but wonder... It was too unbelievable. And for a well built and experienced man like her father?! It was impossible!

"Sabrina!", Charles calls out from afar. He'd been running towards her with an umbrella. "It's really not safe outside, and you'll catch a cold", he tries to help her get up. Truthfully, he was the only true friend she'd had in a while. They'd met in the university. He was dependable... Caring.. and most importantly, engaged.

She gets up without saying a word.

He hugs her.

It was comforting... And it reminded her of the day her father had made that promise to her...

"Martha is waiting in the car. We'll take you home". Martha was his fianc, and surprisingly, she felt more comfortable being around someone she was sure wasn't attracted to her. They were just friends... And really good ones...

The ride home seemed rougher than usual. All she could do was look out the window.

And although the sky had suddenly cleared up, she couldn't help but wonder.... Had it been shedding tears for her loss?..