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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic

The story follows a couple who, after being chased by demons, must give up their child for adoption.

“Let’s go!” a man yelled. He was a tall, athletic male with dark eyes, black hair and a scar on the left side of his cheek. He ran across the street and constantly watched his back. His heart was fast and incessants. His chest heaved up and down, his lungs moved full of air, yet he struggled to breathe. Saliva stockpiled in his mouth.

Behind him he heard rapid sounds of concrete. The man turned to see a woman following him, cradling something small in her arms. She was a blue-eyed and silver-haired lady whose physique was in peak condition. He turned around, relieved that the woman had caught up to him. But suddenly, dark, monstrous creatures crawled out of the ground like they were zombies. They were tall, monstrous, and grotesque. Their eyes were black and soulless. They had a sickly smell, too. One that reeked of death and pestilence. It was truly ungodly. With no regard for life, they attacked the two companions. The man spread his arms and released a blast of energy from his hands, sending the monsters flying across the street. Things seemed to die down but it wasn’t over yet. They got back on their feet and instead of attacking the man, they dashed over to the ones he held dear, his wife and child. "No!" the man exclaimed. He ran over to his lover and in the nick of time, he was able to save her by blasting a concentrated shout of dark energy.

Blood splattered across the area like a child spreading their paintbrush across the canvas. It painted the concrete and pavement red. The man and woman gaze into each other’s eyes, but only for a moment. The man continues running. “Let’s go!” he commanded once more.


The couple find themselves at the entrance of a two storied house. The man knocked on the wooden door. As he waited for an answer, the baby squeezed his eyes shut and let out an eerie cry. The woman held the infant close to her chest and rocked him softly. In a careful and gentle manner, she shushed the child, and was successful in calming him down. The man continued to wait for the home owners. He stared at the door number, 77, and gave a displeased look in response. Faint footsteps approach the door. A sum of seven metallic clicks are heard by the two and… the door slowly creaked open. A middle-aged white male with silver hair peeped. He wore a grey, v-neck sweater, a white shirt, black trousers and some blue slippers.

“Elizabeth?” the middle-aged man asked. “Who on Earth is this?-”

“Move,” the man commanded as he pushed the old man out of his way.


“No time to talk.” the man spoke. He entered his house.

“Hey, hey, who are you!” the man exclaimed. He tried to find the strength to grab the man’s arms, but he was unable to do so. “You can’t just walk into people’s homes-”

“Shut the fuck up! We’re in danger! Elizabeth, come!”

He walks away. Elizabeth follows behind, still carrying the baby in her arms.


“I’ll explain soon, Dad.”

She walks on as her father watches. Conflicted, he turns around and shuts the door,

The interior was bland. It was grey and elderly in design. Nothing gave the rooms personality. The walls were ghastly, the carpet looked like it had never been vacuumed and the brown doors and staircases were in disarray. Who the hell would live in a place like this?

The three walked through the narrow corridor until they reached the living, which might I add, was just as bland and stale-looking. Elizabeth’s mother enters the room in shock. Her eyes widened and her mouth was in awe. She didn't expect to see her daughter holding a baby. Then, she turns to the man…

“Excuse me, who are you and why are you with my daughter?!” - she asked. “Andrew!”

Elizabeth’s dad, whose real name was Andrew, entered the room.

“Andrew, who is this man?”

“That’s what I want to know!” he exclaimed.

“I’ll explain everything, just take a seat.”

Elizabeth’s parents sit on the soft leather couch and lean in. They wait eagerly for Elizabeth’s explanation.

“This is Matthew. He’s my partner.”


“Yes,” she admits. “And this…” she shows them the baby she’s cradling in her arms. “Is our son.”

“Son?! What the hell is going on?!!”, Andrew roared.

Matthew stood there. Elizabeth’s parents sit on the couch like statues. Stuck in their lives, frozen in place. Their expressions were confusion and distrust.

“You bore a child out of wedlock…” her mother said, quietly.

“I can’t go into specifics, but I can say that we’re in a bad situation. We’re being hunted.”

Andrew’s voice rose up with fear. “By who?”

“Demons.” Matthew said bluntly.

That word. Demon. It was enough to send shivers down their backs.

“The hell… Are you kidding me?! It’s a prank! You’re just messing with us - aren’t you?!”

“I’ll keep messing with you until you believe us! They’re after us, Dad! We had nowhere to go!”

“Why are they chasing you?” Elizabeth’s mother asked.

There was no response. At least, not verbally. Elizabeth couldn’t bring herself to tell the truth. All she could do is look down at the newborn in her arms. Andrew got up his seat and looked at the child. He noticed familiar markings on his skin, and everything was clear to him. He took a step back and placed his hands at the back of his head. “Oh lord.” he said quietly. His shock soon transitioned into anger. The veins near his temples pulsed with fury.

The rage inside him came out in a burst. It was strong and shocking. Clutching his head in his hands, he was unable to control himself. Andrew was losing his mind. “Of all the places, all the things you could do! Of all the people you could be with, why?! Do you know what you’ve done?!”

“I love him!” she protested.

“No! Love is irrelevant when you go against Nephilim law! We didn’t raise you to fornicate with demons!”

Elizabeth’s mother gasps.

“Don’t talk to me like I’m some juvenile who’s done something wrong! I’m an adult, I can do what I want! I don’t want to follow your stupid laws or values! I never wanted that to begin with! I want to be with the man I love! And I won’t let anything take that away from me! Not your rules, not your customs, not your God! Nothing!”

The baby cries again. Matthew walks up to her and softly embraces her. She calms down after her outburst.

“You have to go,” Andrew says.

“No! This is my home!”

“It was! Nothing good can come out of you! You broke the code and created something even greater than Lucifer!”

“Don’t you dare you talk about my son that way!”
“You’re not a Nephilim. You can’t bring forth children. You’re a traitor! Leave now while I still have a heart.”
“Dad please, I’m your daughter!"

“You’re not my daughter anymore! You shame this family, you shame the Nephilim, you shame God! Take your demon and bastard child out!”

“Enough!” Elizabeth’s mother commands. The room falls silent.

“Elizabeth, I just want you to know that I don’t approve of your actions. Adultery was bad enough, but the fact that it was with a demon makes it worse. And although you committed a grave sin, I’m willing to hear you out.”

“Oh, come on, Seraphina-”

Seraphina stopped him before he could continue.

The atmosphere cools down. Tensions reduce. Everyone returns to their seats.

“Our child is Nephalem,” Matthew began. “He has the potential to be stronger than the Nephilim, Demons, Angels and Lilith’s Children. You have connections to The Holy Brigade, so we believe it’s best that our child be in your care.”

“You want us to take care of him? That’s against the law.” said Andrew.

“We already broke one. Why not more?” Matthew replied.

Andrew and Seraphina have a reluctant look on their face. If they accept this, their situation will go from bad to worse,” Elizabeth tries convincing her mother.

“Please, mum. You don’t know how hard this is for me.” Tears well up in her eyes. “I don’t want to give up Lucius. But if I have to leave so he can live a good life, then so be it”. She, having a tear roll down her cheek, held the child towards her mother and father. “Please, take him.”

“But don’t come back here,” Andrew said. “We never want to hear about you again.”

Elizabeth places a kiss on Lucius’ forehead and gives him to his new family.

“Promise me something, mum. Promise me you’ll keep him away from the supernatural. By any means necessary.”

“I promise.”

Elizabeth and Matthew walked out of the house, unsure of what will happen next. All God can do is let her fate be in her hands.

She turned around to look at her son, one more time. He was playing with his new family, whose happy expressions of joy and love had already started filling his face.

She was happy for him. She hopes he’ll be loved and not hurt by her sins. She hopes that, one day, they’ll see each other again. She hopes that he’ll have a good life.
Then, she left.

Submitted: April 18, 2021

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