Andromalius [32]

"True form of magic?" It was too much for me to understand and remember. I was starting to mix things. Earlier, I wished about obtaining the answers, now all I could wish about was comprehending them.

"There are different forms of magic. True form is the kind of magic which comes from within and the nature around us. But Andromalius, he offered them to learn dark magic which is also known as the devilcraft. The witches who begin practicing the devilcraft were more powerful than the witches who relied on natural forms of magic. As more number of witches joined Andromalius, the latter came to know about this and stripped them completely of their powers. They were doomed to spend the rest of their lives without their magic. This created a conflict between the practitioners of the devilcraft and the witchcraft."

"For so long witches tried to find the reason as to why the others started practicing the devilcraft. And when they came to know about Andromalius, they tried to kill him. But demons cannot be killed, they can only be exorcised back to hell. And it is not easy to exorcise a higher ranked demon like that. But with a lot of research and practice, your mother finally found a way to get rid of him."

"She made a blood pact with Andromalius. According to the pact, Andromalius gets to channel your mother's magic and the magic of her coven, and in return he would release the other witches from the clutches of the devilcraft. Since they were channeling each other, Sasha could also channel his powers. He agreed to it, because your mother came from a very powerful coven of witches known as the Potens coven. After the pact was made, between Andromalius and your mother, the witches were released and were free to walk back to their previous practices."

"Then. . .What happened to my mother and her coven?'

"A week after that, your mother stripped herself of her own powers which in turn took away all the powers of Andromalius too. In that instance, he became vulnerable, providing witches an opportunity to exorcise him back to hell, where he belonged."

"But how come he lost his powers?"

"When two witches are channeling each other, they can use each other's privileges. But if one of them loses their power, the same would happen to the other. It applies to witches and demons too. Since Sasha and Andromalius made a blood pact and channeled each other's powers. So when Sasha gave up her powers, Andromalius became ineffective too." He explained. 

"What happened to her after that?"

"After banishing him, Sasha stopped practicing witchcraft and left the coven to lead a normal life. She never returned. Nobody heard from her after that incident and everyone moved on with their lives." His forehead creased and he put a hand around his temples. "Until nine years later, I came to know that she died in a car accident." His voice was softer now.

"Yes. I was nine at the time my parents died."

"You were with them?" He removed his hand from his face and he sounded baffled.

"We were returning home and I was asleep in the backseat. Then suddenly, out of nowhere, I end up on the bridge and the car falls off the bridge. --- I have vague memories from the accident but all I could remember, was watching the car fall into the river. I don't remember anything after that."

As soon as the statement left my mouth, Finn started pacing around the room swiftly before finally stopping and bamming his fist on the table. The candles shook along with the table. "I knew . . . I knew all along that something was fishy. It was definitely done by those bastards" His yelled and his fist landed on the table once again causing me to shudder with the sudden loud sound.

Confused since the beginning, I asked in a low voice, "What do you mean? Do you think demons were behind this?"

"Of course they were the demons. Andromalius must have sent them to take revenge on your mother. Why else do you think you don't remember anything! They must have wiped your memories." He shouted.

He must be right. Why else can I not recall a single thing from that accident? I felt my stomach lurch and my blood turn cold. There was trouble since the beginning. But I was unaware of how deep-rooted it was. I felt helpless and clueless, the way I felt seven years ago when my parents died. It was too much to understand. Too much to bear. And too much to keep going through. How did I end up here? I thought to myself.

"Was my dad a witch too?" I asked, my voice almost breaking.

"I don't know about that. But I am sure he was not a witch. Sasha wanted a normal life after losing her magic. She never wanted to return so she cut all ties with her coven and family. Your dad must be a human she met later in her life." He explained.

"What happened after the accident? Do you live with foster parents now?" He asked. His voice held concern.

"No. My mother's friend Grace. . . she adopted me. I have been living with her since then." I answered, wiping a tear that was about to fall out of my eye. "Do you know her?"

"I have never heard of her. Maybe she became friends with Sasha after she left the coven." He answered, staring into nothing. None of us spoke for a few minutes and the silence embraced the room, sending both of us into our own trail of thoughts.

"Anyways --- The demons who wanted to kill you in the alley that night were sent by Andromalius." Finn said, breaking the silence.

"But why are they doing this? What do they want from me?" I almost shouted. The pain and the fear I have felt was turning into vexation and I could feel myself fuming up.

"Don't forget you carry the same blood as your mother. You are apart of the Potens coven. Andromalius won't rest until he kills each and every member of the Potens coven." His words again made me shiver.

"You mean I am the only person alive from the Potens coven." I held the sides of the chair tighter as I felt the fear terrorize me. Everyone else from the coven was dead. I was the only person alive.

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