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Note: Omina is Latin for 'Omen'.

Chapter 13: Omina I

It was cold, from what she remembered; like the breeze that followed after a drizzling rainfall. Kathryn could feel the sensation of the droplets of cool water against her exposed skin, dressed in the oversized shirt from before she went to sleep. Glancing around at her surroundings, a shiver inched up her spine from the abrupt woosh of air that collided against her back. She was standing outside the old house of her childhood; the rain pattering calmly against the pavement and roof as the droplets trickled down the windows before meeting their end on the pane.

It was just how the brunette remembered it.. However, there wasn't anyone on the street or in the neighbourhood. Not a single car or person.

Taking a step forward, she was slightly startled at the cool feel of wet grass seeping between her toes, realizing she was barefooted. Stepping forward again, she paced towards the front door before testing the handle to find the latch was unlocked. Quietly opening the beige door and stepping inside the house, the air was as cold on the inside as it was outdoors. Placing her feet on the soft rug by the entrance, she gazed around the house and listened. The atmosphere of the childhood home had a foggy texture to the air, making it partially misty white in certain areas.

The soft giggle of a child chimed from upstairs. Several more miniscule laughs following after that one,

Intrigued by who owned such a happy sound, she tread carefully up the staircase before reaching the room where the laughter radiated from. It was her old bedroom.. The door was slightly ajar and from the crack in the doorway, she could see long chestnut hair, cascading down the back of a small child, the hair ending right at the very lowest of her back.

Breathing in deeply, Kathryn inched her hand toward the edge of the door, creaking it open with a slight push before the door gently collided against the wall. The sight before her cause her mouth to fall agape and her eyes to widen..

It was her younger self.. Perhaps four years old? She was knelt in the center of the foggy bedroom, playing with the doll house before her. The small child smiled at the people in the tiny house before averting her gaze to the doorway. Her hazel-green sight remained there before a bright smile tugged at her petal shaped lips. She scooted over from her place in front of the doll house, still looking towards the door with a beaming expression.

A sudden brushing movement wisped against Kathryn's shoulder as she stood in the doorway. She looked to see that the young girl's sight had fallen away from her and instead rested on the newly made place beside her, almost as if she was staring directly at the wall. The tiny child giggled again before moving closer to the empty space.

Could the little Kathryn see something that was invisible to the elder's eyes…?

A low, shallow growl vibrated throughout the room and a smile covered the facial features of the small girl as she continued to stare at the 'wall'.

Suddenly, the tiny ivory-skinned figure stood up from her place on the heart-shaped rug, mouthing a few inaudible words before going to the other side of the room and picking up a picture frame. With a cheerful smile, she held the wooden frame protectively in her small hands before sitting down again beside the empty spot, holding the frame out.

Kathryn stepped further into the room to see what was inside. It looked like giberish, almost… No. It was Latin. An entire page inside the frame was covered in Latin words with remarkable penmanship. Quite clearly, her younger self couldn't have done this sort of work with such an expertise hand.

The little girl pouted sadly as she looked at the paper inside the frame before speaking incomprehensible words again to the empty space. Another hollow hum echoed inside the room, causing the young Kathryn to frown even further in displeasure.

A gentle gesture was made when strands of her silky long hair were tenderly tucked behind her ear, done by an unseen being.

With that, she was suddenly picked up and placed down again, only closer to the empty spot, and in a cradle-like position. Just as soon as the little girl was put down, the cloaked entity emerged from nothingness. It was same apparition of which her mother had described with such horror.

Here the paranormal figure was, tenderly holding her child-self in his intimidatingly muscular arms; her head resting against the crook of his arm and the backs of her knees in his lap. If the demon wished it, he could have snapped her small body into halves in mere seconds..

The menacing yellow eyes of the male locked onto the facial features of the girl in his protective hold. The young Kathryn smiled, a quiet laugh being released from her lips as his penetrating sight traveled all across her face with such fervor, reveling in the marvel that was her.

The hooded head of the paranormal embodiment lowered to the crook of the young girl's neck, the sound of inhaling could be heard audibly as the child laughed and caressed his sunken cheek as a smile blessed her face. A slow grin developed over the entity's face as the orbs of his yellow eyes softened and narrowed gently down at her. Suddenly the demon gasped hold onto her tiny, frail hand which was upon his cheek and began to place small licks of his dark tongue against the palm of her hand and tips of her fingers. The small Kathryn giggled and cuddled closer to the apparition.

"Meus usque ad finem.." It breathed to her as the rumble vibrated from his chest, barely making a sound, "meus usque ad finem..."

A sudden burning sensation erupted on the palm of her hand. Unclenching her hand, she raised her palm at eye level before written in scrawled lettering,

mine until the very end..

A sudden blinding white light appeared, causing her to shield her eyes and awaken abruptly, gasping and cradling her forehead. A slight sting could be felt on the skin of her palm, causing her to look down at it. An inch long cut was made in the center of her palm on each hand.

"…What?" She exhaled, baffled at the sudden marks on her hands. The ringing of the telephone caused brunette to stir from her muse with a jolt. She grasped onto the phone on her nightside table, answering, "Hello?"

"Kathryn? It's Terry Rutherford." Was heard on the other end.

She sat up straight and fixed a stray lock of hair from her eyes, "Oh, Dr. Rutherford..! Have you discovered anything?"

A smile could be heard in the man's voice, "Indeed, I have. Has he made contact with you at all since our last meeting?"

She recalled what had happened days before, "Yes.. Adramelech suddenly attacked my mother in the kitchen. Thankfully, neither of us were hurt.." Kathryn confirmed, "Also, just before you called, I had a.. rather strange dream of him."

It was silent on the other end of the line for a moment before he replied, "And what happened in this dream?"

"I saw his visual form. Dark blue skin, black hair, yellow eyes.." She explained, "He only appeared in the dream after laying a hand on my child-self.."

"You were young in this dream? Approximately how young?" Dr. Rutherford inquired.

She thought for a moment, "Four, perhaps five..?" Her voice became noticeably softer, "He was almost.. kind to me. Holding me in his arms and looking at me so fondly as we conversed."

"What did you speak of?"

Kathryn sighed in distress, "I do not know.. The conversation was completely silent, but I could see both his lips and mine moving. Also.." She contemplated on telling him about the words Adramelech had spoken that had finally become audible in the dream. Would this information help Terry in any way? Or was it simply pointless dribble.

"Adramelech had murmured something. I'm not quite sure if I am remembering this correctly, but I'm quite sure it went, 'Meus usque ad finem'.. The words were also written on my palm in the dream."

Dr Rutherford responded, seriousness embedded within his tone, "You saw him in that dream because he let you. It is already confirmed that you had seen him when you were a child. With the loss of these memories, perhaps Adramelech wanted you to remember his appearance. After all, long ago, you must have seen him nearly every day." He said, "I'm still not quite sure why you cannot remember. I will continue working on that, however."

"Thank you.." Her hopes were mildly restored at his determination.

Terry spoke, "From your dream, the signs the demon is sending is that he is giving you the opportunity to forget your old life, and start anew. To remember the past, and bring that forth into the future, Kathryn. Do you understand my meaning?"

"I.. I think I do."

"The compassion and care he has shown you in that dream are memories of your past that you have forgotten. He is replaying these events in the pressing desire that you will be lured to him, and you will trust him. Its human nature; as soon as we don't understand something, we brand it as evil."

"I see…"

"In any case, I'll continue my work. In the meantime, remember to stay aware and be careful. Try not to come off as naïve or reckless, because that is exactly what he wants."

She leaned back onto the pillows, "I understand.. Thank you doctor. Goodbye.."

Hanging up the phone, she placed it back onto the bedside table before laying down and pulling the blankets up to her face. It was freezing, and she had wished she had more blankets in her bedroom. Clearly, Adramelech was in her bedroom. She could feel a weight beside her in the bed, and a slight ringing in her ear from the empty space. She ignored the presence completely and decided on whether or not it was worth it to go and hunt for more blankets, but then decided against it.

She would rather shiver in bed then go out into that hallway alone, leaving her vulnerable to be quite literally dragged anywhere or perchance breathed on..

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