My Primordial Demon System

Ella was discharged the day after. Peter drove them to their home. Silva wanted to help carry her in, but she refused on the grounds that she wasn't a little kid.

He allowed her to rest while he sat in the parlour; his phone rested on his side while he watched TV, and then it rang, a call from Riker.

He knew what it was about, but he wasn't leaving Ella alone, so he picked up the call to tell him off.

"Hello, Silva, good day," Riker greeted.

"Yeah, good day." Silva returned the greeting, but there was a flat tone to his voice; he couldn't care less about what Riker had to say.

"I got word of what happened yesterday, your sister and all, and I'm really sorry about that. I'd love to call off the discussion we had yesterday, but something has come up and I need your help still."

"Whatever it is you want, I can't give it to you, so please, leave me be for now. I want to take care of my sister." Silva said; he was about to cut the call.

"Wait, you will really be interested in what I want to tell you," Riker said. "The gate you have to raid for me — the help the party that I chose has been having awakened disappearing.

So there is a chance that the cult are there and doing their stuff. You can choose to overlook it and stay, or you can handle it."

Silva paused; he thought for a few seconds, then spoke, "No, reschedule or have another person take them. I don't care what you have to say, my sister needs me now, and I'd be damned if I leave her." He cut the call, immediately after and set the phone to the side.

"Bro," Ella walked from her room; she heard everything that happened. Silva looked at her, worry on his face. "Ella, you should be resting," he said.

"I'm not going to die. I'm just fatigued; don't make it sound like I'm on my death bed," she said and walked to the chair, sitting beside him.

"Wasn't that important? You should go," she said.

"I can't, not right now. I have to be here with you," Silva said.

She looked at him; she could see in his eyes that it was not up for debate. She let out a sigh and placed her hand around his shoulder.

"You are a really stubborn brother," she said, then leaned her head on his shoulder. There was a quiet after that; the both of them said nothing for a few minutes, and finally she spoke.

"I'm sorry," she said.

"About what?"

"For everything that happened in the warehouse. I don't know what happened; I just lost control and then all I could see was rage.

I wanted to kill him for hurting me. I trusted him; I allowed him in," she said, beginning to sob as she spoke. She looked at both her hands. "I ended up killing him. I murdered people." She said, tears pouring from her eyes.

Silva wrapped his arms around her in a hug; he ran his fingers through her hair. "Don't worry about all that, Ella. It wasn't your fault. What happened was beyond your control. Rage is a dangerous weapon, especially when you have been hurt.

You just wanted someone to trust and love. I wish it had gone better for you, and I wish that he had been the right person for you.

Then you wouldn't have to go through everything that you did; you wouldn't have to put blood on your hands," he said, his eyes glassy as he spoke, but he had to control it.

"That power you saw, that power you used, it's something special, Ella. You are a demon, like me. I awakened mine earlier than you, but that's what you are, and there is something extremely special about you," he said and helped her face, looking her right in the eyes.

She was shocked and confused. "Demon? What are you talking about, Silva?" she asked.

He looked at her and smiled. "I know it's a lot to take in, but that thing that you were in that warehouse, it was your demonic powers manifesting through rage.

I never thought you would end up being a demon as well," he said.

She realised that her brother wasn't joking. "You mean we aren't human?" she asked.

Silva nodded and showed the back of his hand, showing her the mark.

"This mark, I always thought it was a tattoo that mum and dad left on me, but it wasn't. It was something to do with demons, beings from another realm, the demons you heard about in stories and more. That's what we are," he said.

She looked at the mark for a few seconds. She had never really paid attention to it before; she knew he had it, but she never looked at it properly.

But now that she did, she could swear that she had seen that mark somewhere.

"I've seen that mark," she said.

"Well yeah, on me."

"No, no, I've seen it elsewhere, one of the books that were left behind by mum," she said.

"The novels she left?" Silva asked.

"Yes, them."

She got up and rushed into her room. She started searching through her books quickly, and then she pulled out a book with a purple cover.

She opened the back cover and there it was on the inside of the cover, the same mark as on his hand.

"I can't believe that for all these years this has been here and I never knew," he said. He took the book and rubbed his hand over the cover, trying to find anything.

Then he felt a number under the layer of the back cover. Immediately he ripped the back open, and a piece of neatly folded paper fell to the ground.

He picked it up and opened it; there was writing there, the code to a safety depository.

Silva looked at Ella; she nodded at him. He gripped the paper in his hands tight.