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He stood on the lip of the platform, ready to jump down onto the tracks. His backpack lay beside him, and tears flowed down his face.
It was true. A fortnight ago he would not have believed – much less suspected – the truth, and now, looking back, he wondered what had gone so wrong that he deserved this. He looked down in his hand at the opened locket, and read again what was on the sheet of paper his mother had left in it, as if the rereading would make the words change their meaning or disappear.
Daelyn
You are too young now to know the truth, for the sooner you know the sooner the men who I have entrusted you to will turn on you.
The truth of your father is that he is not of this world; he is the Blue Flame, the spirit of the east, known to the church as Lucifer.
I have sealed this locket, in the hopes when you are old enough, you can read this and escape.
I know not what Father Lye has told you over the years about me or your father, but know he is your enemy, and will kill you if you know the truth. He could barely be restrained from killing you as a newborn, and now that I am dying – for that is what is happening – this could be the only chance for you to know the truth and be able to escape.
Trust no one, question everything.
Yours in eternity,
Mom
Where was he supposed to go? If this was true, and he was the son of Lucifer (the de- the dev-, he could not think the words), what could he do? He was the antichrist, a being meant to bring destruction and end the world. What could he do but try to subvert that fate?
And what better way to subvert that fate than to die?
He stared down at the tracks, as he heard the train approaching. Closing his eyes, taking a deep breath, and he put his right foot out and –
Was dragged backwards, rather than falling forward. The train passed by, loudly and quickly, until he was left with his erstwhile and relatively unwanted savior.
“What? Who?”
He turned around and saw an old lady, dressed in a brown overcoat and large, ludicrously decorated floral hat. With gray hair and green eyes, she was the perfect caricature of what an old lady should look like. “You looked like you needed some help. Those tracks are dangerous, you know.” She spoke with a curious accent. Greek, maybe?
“Thank you,” he stated, and began to walk away.
“Oh come back, dear boy. I want a word with you.”
He paused, turned on his heel, and walked back to her. She walked up to him, and embraced him in a hug.
“There, there boy. It will be alright.”
She patted his back and then whispered the final words.
“Your father is watching over you.”
She leaned back, and he looked into her eyes. Except now, they were not eyes, but rather black circles dancing with flames. She smiled again, this time an unnerving sight.
“My name is Alecto, child of the blue flame.”
She handed him a letter, written on thick parchment and sealed with wax in the image of a goat’s head.
“His advice for you, and a couple tips on who to go to, to help control your powers. Good luck, little cousin.”
You’ve spent your whole life despising your very existence, until finally you decide to end it. You stand at the edge of a train platform and prepare to step of when and old woman pulls you back and says…