Chapter 20: Incubus

“Eh?!”

Lily freaked out – this twelve-year-old kid was in fact one eternity old, and what’s more, her previous incarnation’s son?! Did it… Did it make him… her son?

She flushed up and shook her head, discarding this idea:

I’m only fifteen! I cannot have kids yet. He was Lilith’s kid, not mine… duh!

“What do you mean?” Incubus scratched the back of his head, “You are Lilith, so that does make me your son, no matter how weird it might sound”.

“Ugh, shut up!” Lily grabbed her broom again and hit him in the face.

“Ah!” Incubus fell off. He rubbed his painful cheek: “What’s wrong? What did I do now?”

“You are wrong! You sneaked into my thoughts! That’s a private area. And how the hell can I have a son? I’m only fifteen, you dumbass! Look at you, you seem at least twelve!”

“Don’t judge by looks. I am too old, maybe just a little younger than this world. I have lived so long that I know all about human history, and more importantly, their dreams and nightmares…”

A vicious grin formed onto Incubus’ face. Lily blinked in stupefaction at first, then screamed and hit him with the broom once more.

“Ah! What’s with you and all this hitting?” Incubus grumbled, fallen to the floor.

“You deserve it, you vile one!” Lily cried. “Don’t make that demonic look, it pisses me off! You are a split image of your damn father! Damn you all demons… And by the way, that’s the point I was making – you are freaking too old, as you say, and I’m only fifteen!”

“Wrong again, Lily, if I may call you so,” Incubus chuckled and stood back up, although now he took a little step back as he was aware of her ‘deadly’ broom. “Your body is fifteen – Lily is fifteen. Your soul is even older than me – it has lived long. It is a mother to me. As the main part of any human is a soul and not a body (since the soul is divine while the body sooner or later rejoins the earth), you are your soul, so you are Lilith, and it makes you my mother – my soul mother, that is. Soul parents and soul relatives don’t need to be of a certain age or anything. The soul bond is eternal as is the soul”.

“I… don’t really get your point. How can a soul give birth?”

“Woah, that’s a good question!” Incubus grinned. “Not all souls give birth. Yours did, and only because you mated Lord Samael, the archangel of destruction and death. Because of having a son with him, your son turned out a black energy being. Thus, I was born from a human’s womb, but with demonic powers, hence a demon. Only an unearthly being’s soul can give birth if this said being is female, and only a male unearthly being can let a human give birth to a soul, thus making her a soul parent. To be more specific – you know the fact of human history, right? Back when Mary gave birth to a deity… She was a soul parent too, so she was counted as a saint”.

“Oh, so you mean I should be a saint too?”

“No. There’s a difference – Mary gave birth to her son from a celestial angel. Your mate back then was the sole infernal angel, thus, it makes you not a saint but a dirty soul – a demon, to be precise. A dirty soul is not always a blackened demon, though, rather a light one, as it still holds the soul’s light energy. We could call you an ‘angelic demon’ if such a thing existed”.

Hearing the words ‘dirty soul’, Lily gasped:

“So, it is true! It is really true…”

“Huh? What do you mean?” Incubus raised an eyebrow.

“It is true that I suffer now because of that damn Samael! So, all was his fault from the beginning, and I counted him as my friend! Ugh!” Lily clenched her fists with incense.

“Um…”

Incubus made another step back. He shouldn’t have come, after all… Father was right – all of this explanation had caused even more damage.

“Ugh, I’m going to tell him everything I think about him!”

“No! Don’t do that!”

Incubus rushed up to Lily, but it was too late – she had already drawn the summoning sign:

“My guardian angel, I invoke you!”

The black smoke emerged. Incubus shuddered with horror and leaned against a wall. Lily glared at the familiar young man with torn black wings, who had appeared in her room. The blackened angel, on the other hand, gazed not at her but Incubus. This latter shivered with tears in his eyes:

“F-Father, I…”

Samael clutched his scythe so hard he almost made it crack:

“Just what on earth… have you told her?!”