Halloween, 1190. Do you remember that night? The night the villagers celebrated. It was the night the Dark Lord died...just hours after he sacrificed his daughter to the demons.

What does that-

I moved so I stood in front of Azrael. One hand placed on each thigh, Shut it. The man they called the Dark Lord was Zakarey Castile. My closest friend and confidant. He had a way about him that just called to others. Regardless if they were human or not. His dark magic and need for power was passed from father to son, in hopes that one day, they would stand with those creatures of Darkness that roamed the Universe.

Sadly, on that Halloween night, he heard his twin sister had gone missing from her Irish home. He feared the worse but went on with his plan for a Halloween ritual. Being a damned creature, I wasn't able to enter the Holy circle. I was the one who asked the demons to curse the family with sons. Once the demons deemed the family worthy of a daughter, she would be born to a twin brother.

I fail to see what this has to do with my Zak.

I sighed and gently cupped Nova's cheek, Your Zak is the...reincarnation of the man I lost almost 900 years ago. My friend asked me to change the son who bears his eyes, powers and name. Then added to change the daughter who will bear the Fire's touch. When your Zak was born, his father had no idea of those requests...and named his two children after the Dark Lord and Fire Queen. You may not care that the man you love is slowly losing his mind and becoming the immortal demon that his grandfather strived to become but it is his past. My coven has been bound to the family since 1500BC when my sire swore eternal loyalty in return for sanctuary and protection.

My eyes shot up and I walked towards the window; the explosion was loud enough for me to hear but I knew that power, knew that aura and darkness long before the explosion.

Make them quick, Azrael. Before your lover destroys the city.

I could see the questions burning in Azrael's eyes. I just prayed that he would ask them.