A Winter's Day Monologue

chapter 3

In the months that followed, Harry's unhappiness festered. Joy was drained from his life like the energies of his demonic victims and he went about his training halfheartedly, taking no joys from his successes, learning nothing from his mistakes.

Thorn saw the emotional state his little fledgling had succumbed to. He was having more free time since demon activity had been low and easy for his Hellchasers to handle by themselves, but Harry was distant around him. Being so close yet so far away, he was complete closed off from the young Nephilim.

Their conversations were brief and how Harry was feeling was a subject the boy felt was best not taking about. The only thing that seemed to satisfying his little fledgling was killing the weak demons in his dungeons, which was something Harry knew told him about but Thorn knew. He found out when one of his servants informed him when they were making their daily rounds.

He began cloaking himself and watching as Harry would easily plunge his sword through a weak tortured demon, absorb its powers, and go back to his room. He wanted to see that bright dazzling smile on the boys face again, but he was powerless to do so. Harry had to make the first move.

And one night, he did.

Thorn was in the middle of handing out an assignment to a group of his soldiers, when Harry appeared in the main hall. A look of determination on his face the warlord hadn't seen in a while. All eyes were on the boy.

" I'm leaving," Harry said.

Thorn stared at him oddly. The warlord was really faking his reaction, but a deeper part of him was taking this more a different way. Inside he was relieved. This is what he'd been waiting for from Harry, but a deeper part of him didn't like was the boy was saying.

" Beg pardon?" The other Hellchasers in the room all backed up so they weren't in the middle of what was obviously going to be an argument and or fight.

" I am leaving Thorn. I am quitting my training. I don't want to be a warlord anymore. I am sick of this place. Do you understand? I am leaving."

" Okay then. You can go." Thorn easy compliance was shocking to Harry. He should have been happy and relived, and yet he was becoming angry and felt cheated. He wanted Thorn to be pissed off, hurt. To try and order him or convince him to stay. It was childish, but Harry's heart craved attention.

This was a turning point in his life and he needed an argument to mark its significance.

" If you think your grown enough to be on your own," Thorn said tauntingly, almost mockingly.

" I damn well am," Harry growled, anger turning to fury. " I want out of this. I don't want to be a backwards stiff like you. Someone who knows nothing of living and has a stick so far up his ass that he should be a Popsicle."

The spectators of the room all but took cover behind some furniture in the large throne room like grand hall.

The laugh the came for the elder Nephilim was bitter. " This coming from the little brat who knows nearly next to nothing how this world works. What do you know of living?"

" I know this is not it. I say to hell with you, the Hellchasers, and the rest."He sent the others in the room an apologetic smile, then looked back at his mentor and pressed on. " Before I met you life was to short. I'm immortal,and I've felt dead for the longest time. I want to make my mark onto this world. I want to live, fight, and sample all the delights the human realm has to offer. Not wast my time with you."

" Who is stopping you?" Thorn thundered. He had been sitting on his throne, but now he rose and faced Harry on his feet. His cheeks were flushed. " If I disgust you so much, then leave immediately." He pulled out a credit card from his pocket and threw it to the boy. "I never intended to come between you and your dreams." He said the word with much sarcasm.

" Very well," Harry snarled. " I will."

And with that he stormed out of the room. Making a big show as to slam the huge entrance doors. The Hellchasers in he room looked to were the boy was standing and then at their pissed of leader.

" Well? What are you still doing here?" He threw a fire ball at their feets. " Go!"

They didn't need to be told twice. The warlord sat back at his seat and sighed. He was to worn out for this shit. Manifesting his goblet, he downed the contents in one go. For now he would wait, knowing it would be years before he would see his young charge again. He would go back to focusing on his duties, and left fate to deal with Harry.

When Harry got back to his room he took his rage out on it. Blasting his bed, setting fire to the walls, shattering anything glass with his mind. It now looked like a bomb went of in it. The only thing that wasn't ruined was his ancestors journal.

Bounded in leather, the book was well preserved, the pages only slightly browned. It had belonged to the original Nephilim of his bloodline, Edgar, and the book was a present for his birthday last year. Harry still hadn't finished reading it and it was the only thing he was going to take from this place, other then the clothes on his back.

Sitting down on the remains of his mattress, he opened to the page he left off on. The words were written in either ancient enochian, or Nephile, the language of his people before they were eradicated.

Today on one of my demon raids, I found a boy. He was a halfling like me, but so different. His powers were already awakened without the need of an ascension ritual, and they were great for one of his age. I found him being guarded by demons in a holding chamber in a deep cave, and freed him after killing the demons.

Akantheus is his name, which was the only thing he would divulge. He would not speak of his past, the name of his fallen father, or why he was chained.

I decided to take him under my wings and teach him how to master his powers. We left the cave a took refuge in a small village for the night. I didn't report back to the other. I couldn't risk leaving Akantheus alone, not even for an hour. I didn't know how long I could hide from the clan. If they found out about him, they would kill Akantheus for his power.

My fears came true when that very same night a lieutenant from another garrison, was dispatched to find me. I was out gathering food when i felt is presences. I ran back to the hut and found Patrick attempting to drive his sword through Akantheus. Thank the source I was able to sneak attack him before a major battle could break out.

I killed Patrick and absorbed his powers. Then we left the village in a hurry before the clan followed up on Patrick's death.

I started his training immediately. Surprisingly, the way of the sword came easy for him and there was no need to for weapons training. We mainly focused on close combat and controlling his powers. For the next few days, demons came after us on our travels, and I used their blood to show Akantheus how to keep his powers strong.

Strangely enough. The demon never tried to kill him, only me. Not that they could, but that didnt stop them from trying. They were trying to capture him, and I needed to know why.

Harry turned the page to the next entry.

Today as Akantheus slept, I waited for a demon to appear. As expected one did. Instead of killing it I tortured it, and the weakling broke in just minutes. I learned why it was after Akantheus, and who sent it. I learned who Akantheus fallen father was, and that he searched for him.

I was surprised by who he was. It was unbelievable yet made sense in a way. It explained why Akantheus was so different from us. Why his eyes were their strange green and not gold. Why he had certain powers that other Nephilim did not, and why his human form was his true form.

I didn't say anything to him about what I learned that night. If he wanted to tell me himself, I would wait and not push.

In the morning, it was a joyish occasion. Over night Akantheus wings had come in. We were both excited with the lessons of flight. It had been so long since I let my wings feel the dance of air against their feathers, and just like in any other lesson, Akantheus learned fast. By late evening we soared through the skies freely.

Both feeling more alive then we had in the longest of times.

Harry ended his reading there. Now it was his time to feel alive.

As the sun went down in the distance, Harry went along right with. Arms spread wide and eyes fully opened, he was falling from the sky at a insane rate of holy-fucks per second. When he teleported out of the Nether realm his first idea of living was to kick start off with an adrenaline kick. And boy was his blood pumping like a mother fucker.

As he feel, the number of clouds lessened, and the earth was becoming more clearer and clearer.

This was living. This was fucking, living. This sky dive of his was a symbolic 'fuck you' to Thorn. He was free to do what ever he wanted. The air forced his arm and legs back, his hair whipping around like fire. He started to see lights bellow, a city. But his trajectory was going to land his ass in the woods around the town.

Gaining back control, he threw himself into dive formation, his arms pointed above his head, his palms together, his body straight as an arrow. Speed and velocity picked up, and now he was a torpedo gunning through the sky. Ironically, the increase in speed made him see slow motion.

And it was magnificent. Everything was magnified: the sound of rushing wind, the seconds,the lack of air entering his body, giving him a taste of hypoxia- and with the adrenaline coursing through his veins- giving him a sort of high, the sting in his eyes as he looked straight ahead, the feel of thrusting against his body as if an army was trying to hold him down.

He was going to hit earth, he was going to hit-

when he was but a few feet from the ground, massive wings unfurled on his back, the span of iridescent feathers stretching out and flexing like limbs that had been cramped. His body did a arch of pure flexibility and power, and with one strong flap of his wings, he was air born. His body which was just inches from the ground was now shooting at a fast speed through the woods while tactically dodging tree.

He shoot past a clearing and was approaching a rocky ledge. He could hear the pounding rushing water of the water fall ahead. He hadn't thought about swimming, but now he was feeling a dip. The moment his waist was past the tip of the ledge, his wings were sent away, he pointed his body downwards and he aimed for the water beneath. Back into the diving position, his finger tips broker through the water first, and then he was deeply submerged.

In the water he didn't move, letting the weightless feeling take him away for a minute. His body naked, he used his powers to go bare before he made contact with the water. God he could stay like this forever. Literally. His body didn't need food, sleep, or even oxygen to function anymore.

When he came up from the water, it was like being reborn. Everything was so different. The colors, the detail. It had been so long. It was stunningly beautiful. the sound of wildlife, the smells of nature.

Fucking A.

And for the first time in what seemed like forever.

He was alive.

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