FIREFANGED: Demon in Exile by Rory Surtain

Author:Rory Surtain [Surtain, Rory]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-10-05T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13

Soul of a Kjaira

Racing back to the Castle, I replayed Raven’s reaction in my mind. She obviously knew the meaning of the word Kjaira, and it terrified her, as did my knife, my imbued knife. According to her sister, Raven’s only crime was that she had the soul of a Kjaira. She was exiled by her father to avoid being sacrificed and imprisoned as an imbued weapon. And there I go, basically bragging about how I had killed a Kjaira, and then waving the resulting weapon right in front of her face. Okay, I’m not winning any scholar awards any time soon.

Reaching our living room, I could hear the heated discussion in Raven’s bedroom. Andy was there, as was Lynda, trying to calm Raven down.

I walked into the bedroom. Lynda looked up at me and quietly walked out. I could tell that she was at a complete loss, but she didn’t know the whole story. I hadn’t told any of my potential friends the entire truth. I had my reasons, but I was feeling more and more certain that I needed to apologize to Lynda Snow.

Raven had quieted down at my entrance. Andy took this as a sign and left the room, too, closing the door gently behind him. Raven watched from the far corner, sitting on the floor, tear tracks on her face. I was disgusted with myself to be so careless around the one person with whom I felt connected. I sat down on the floor, too, against the wall a few feet away and took a deep breath. She was scared and angry and mostly confused.

“Rae, I’m so sorry. That was careless of me,” I said. “I’m here to protect you, and yet I should have been more honest with you about who and what I am.”

“What are you then?” she replied.

“I am a weapon, Rae, imbued, it seems, with unique knowledge and an ability to fight demons. A couple of months ago, I killed a Kjaira, a powerful death demon, and in doing so was claimed by the Vigil, much as the shamans of Bastian want to claim you, Rae.”

At this point, I removed the leather brace from my arm so that she could see the cost of killing that dark beast. My arm, scarred and mangled, ached with every beat of my heart. It was a reminder to me that I was alive. That I still survived.

“And why do you carry that soul knife?” she asked quietly.

“It feels like it’s a part of me,” I said. “It felt like my own life ended when that demon finally died, like I became someone else, like the soul of the Kjaira I killed lives on with me somehow. Your sister Lorna told me that the shamans saw a Kjaira, a soul of Death, in you. Maybe that is the connection that I feel with you now.”

My stomach was turning, and my thoughts were stumbling. I was lost in my attempt to share the confusion of my life.

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