Sean decided it would be best if he slept on the sofa, and although I would miss sleeping with Jack horribly, I agreed. He went downstairs and I climbed back into my bed.

I couldn't sleep.

I ended up on my phone looking through social media until the sun started coming up. Once it was fully light, I dragged ass downstairs to make some coffee. Sean... or Jack, I wasn't sure which, was breathing softly under a small blanket on the sofa. I started a pot of coffee and walked over to him.

I leaned down and brushed his green hair from his eyes and traced the scar on his forehead with my fingertip. His eyes opened when he felt my touch, and I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw their sapphire sparkle.

"Mark?" He rubbed his eyes and sat up. "What time is it?"
"Early. Just after sunrise."
"Why are you awake?" he asked, looking around. "And why did I sleep down here? I went to bed with you last night..."

"Y-you don't remember?" I was concerned now, because Sean said he knew everything Jack knows... Does Jack even know about Sean?
"Remember what? I remember falling asleep in your arms, and having some nightmares that you helped me shake off..."

I sat down next to him, handing him a steaming cup of coffee. "Something happened last night, Jack," I said, showing him the bruises on my wrists from being tied up. He snatched my hands in his own and traced his fingers over the purplish bruises.

"Are you okay?" He asked, his head snapping up, his blue eyes connecting with mine, concern and worry dominating his face.
"Yeah, I'm fine, but there is something you need to know," I inhaled a deep breath then blew it out. "You are the one that did this."
"WHAT? Me? That's impossible!"
"Well, it was you, but it wasn't. You were talking in your sleep, in Latin. You said 'I will come, I will prevail, I will kill the angel' or something to that effect. You kept repeating it over and over, and I was scared to death. When you opened your eyes, they were green... like, well, pretty much the same color as your hair. And they had a glow."

Jack just stared at me, his eyebrows scrunched together, not saying anything.

"But wait! There's more!" I said, doing my best Billy Mays voice. Jack chuckled halfheartedly. "I tried to run from you, but you grabbed me and put me in a headlock... until I passed out. I woke up tied to the bed frame and you were having a conversation with Dark. Just, you know, standing in our bedroom, all chill, just chatting, you know... no big deal," I said sarcastically.

I could feel my anger rising at the thought of missing another opportunity to kill Dark.

"You let him walk out of our house!" I hissed. I tried to hide my anger, I really did, but I knew I failed when Jack flinched. I closed my eyes for a second. "I'm... I'm sorry," I said, reaching my hand out and trailing my fingers down the back of his head and down his neck.

"I... I don't remember any of this, Mark!" he pleaded with me.
"I believe you," I said. "It was like speaking to a totally different person. He said it was the cambionotic DNA, that reading the Book of Demons woke him up. He even gave me a name. Sean."

Jack's eyes widened. "T-that's my name," he said quietly, looking confused, "but I never told you that."

"I know. He told me."

"So, what now? I just have some demon inside of me that can come out any time? Man, that sucks ten dicks!" He stood up and ran up the stairs.

I let him go.

I finished my coffee while I listened to the shower running. I heard movement upstairs, and footsteps on the stairs. Mekiah stumbled into the kitchen and poured coffee. She yawned. "Mornin' Mark," she said, looking at me through sleepy eyes.

"We have a fresh, new problem," I told her, then I filled her in on what happened.

Jack came downstairs with dripping wet hair soon after I finished telling Mekiah about the events of last night. He got more coffee.

"Jack, c'mere," Mekiah said to him. He walked to where she was sitting at the table, and sat next to her. She was staring at him.
"Mark told you already?"
"Mhmm." She was staring into his eyes, smiling slightly, concentrating. She looked like she was looking for something. She put her hands on his head, at his temples.
"Kia?" he asked, looking concerned.
"Shhhhhh," was all she said. Her eyelids fluttered closed.

We all sat there in silence, Jack and I both just watching Mekiah. Jack's blue eyes found me, and he looked at me as if he were pleading with me to save him. "He can't," was her reply to the silent request.

When Mekiah finally removed her hands, she looked tired. She drank her slightly cold coffee in two quick gulps and slammed her mug on the table. "ANOTHER!" she yelled, and laughed. I grabbed her mug and got her more, as well as refilling my and Jack's cups.

When I brought the coffee back to the table, Mekiah was sitting patiently, waiting for me so she could reveal what she learned.

"So," she said, looking back and forth between Jack and I, "I was able to communicate with Sean." She took my hand in her right hand and Jack's in her left. "The first thing I need to tell you both is..." she looked back and forth again, "just relax."

"All humans have free will. All humans have the ability to love, to hate, to be peaceful, to be violent." She looked at Jack. "You are a lover, not a fighter. You have a peaceful soul. You are a gentle being. But..." Mekiah turned her focus to me. "He is human, well... mostly. And being human gives him the capacity to hate, to destroy, to kill."

She looked back to Jack. "This is a really weird thing to try to describe. Sean is the person you aren't, but the one you are capable of being."

I snapped my fingers when I remembered what Sean said. "Ooh! He said something like that to me last night! His exact words were 'I am still him, he is still me, but I am the Jack that Jack can not be'!"

"That's surprisingly accurate!" Mekiah said, laughing. "What I need you both to know is that something has to trigger Sean for him to come out. He won't just make a surprise appearance at Sunday dinner."

"I was able to see his memories, and Mark, you need to know that Sean really had no intention of hurting you. He started speaking that Latin phrase when he sensed Dark in the house. Everything he said was true. Dark would have killed you if you stepped foot off of that bed, Mark." She looked directly in my eyes as she said it. "He was protecting you, even if he is a demon."

Jack spoke up, "How much of a demon am I... errr... is he? How can this even happen? And can Mark's 'inner angel' make an appearance?"

"That I don't know," Mekiah said. "This is all very new to me. It's almost like a really cool video game. I don't know what will happen it until it happens, and only then can I go back and see the hidden lore and scattered easter eggs." She sighed. "I can read humans, I can see past, present and future. And I can see that with you two, I just can't see what will happen with your angel and demon 'cut scenes'." She started mumbling to herself 'maybe that explains the chunks of time I miss when I try to see...'"

She snapped herself out of her own thoughts. "The main thing to remember is that although Sean is basically a personality brought out by Jack's demon DNA, he is not an evil thing. He is not a full-on demon, but more like a personality, driven by fragments of demon DNA. There is no need to fear him, unless you piss him off..." she trailed off, looking directly at me.