A/N can I point out that I am aware that this story isn't authentic to the 1800s; this is just a fic about Cole and his parents.

Part 10

Elizabeth stood up at the sight of her parents, Electra and Sgáth. She knew

exactly why they were here, and she gripped Cole's hand tightly, as he did hers.

Her Electra stepped forward,

"Dakan," she greeted her offspring in monotone. Elizabeth held back the shudder

she felt from hearing her demonic name. Her parents had named her after the

Gujarati word for 'evil witch'. She frowned, feeling nothing but scorn,

"I am not Dakan. Not anymore. I am Elizabeth and I am not one of you."

"Of course you are, Dakan," her father corrected as simply as a mortal father

correcting his child's grammar, "And so is Belthazor." Upon hearing her son's

demonic name, she pulled Cole closer to her,

"No he isn't. You can't have him." Cole wrapped his arms around Elizabeth's legs.

Whether it was out of loyalty to his mother or out of fear of these demons, she

couldn't tell.

"We will have him eventually. And you. Sooner than you think." Sgáth

commented.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Elizabeth demanded.

"Being in your human disguise has made you weak. Unable to see the real truth."

Electra stated.

"You think you're perfectly happy with that despicable human," Sgáth added, "But

we know otherwise. You think he leaves this early for a client. He's seeing

someone else. And she is an important part of his life- more than you."

"You're lying." Elizabeth spat.

"Are we?" Electra asked rhetorically, "You can deny it, but you know we're not

lying. Join us. Free yourself and Belthazor from pain and fully embrace your

demonic heritage."

"Get out."

"It's your destiny, Dakan." Sgáth stated.

"Get out!" Elizabeth practically screamed. Electra and Sgáth gave her one last

glance before shimmering out. Elizabeth sighed with relief, knowing full well how

close she had come to losing her son. Her heart pounded in her ears as the house

filled with silence.

"Mom?" Cole looked up at his mother's panicked face, "Who were they?" Elizabeth

knelt down beside her son and smoothed back his hair,

"No one that you need to worry about, sweetie." Elizabeth assured her son, even

though she didn't believe a word she was saying.

Ben thanked the Heavens that God had blessed him with strong lungs. He had

had to walk all the way to the Smythe household, hoping that the Zenfrys weren't

already there and tearing at his client. Again. He stalked up to the door and

rapped it lightly. As usual, their maid, Mary, answered,

"Mr. Turner!" she exclaimed in surprise, "What are you doing here?" Ben raised

his eyebrows,

"I'm here to help Michael regarding the Joseph Zenfry case. He called last night

and said it was important."

"Oh, that new contraption," Mary muttered, "We'll never understand that thing."

"What do you mean by that?" he asked.

"I mean that Mr. Smythe didn't call anyone. Not since last week."

"Huh. That's odd." Ben mused aloud, "Maybe it was somebody messing around

with his own telephone."

"Maybe." Mary began to close the door, "Goodbye, Mr. Turner."

"Goodbye."

As soon as the door clicked shut, there was a huge crash. Ben whirled around to

see a delivery wagon crashed sideways blocking the road- the only road- that led

back to Ben's home. Cursing under his breath, Ben turned to take the long way-

through the woods- back home.

In his haste to see his wife and child, he never saw Electra at the scene of the

crime.