🪻《Questions of a Nephilim》🪻

Anastasia and Clodette traveled back to New Orleans. When they had arrived, Clodette spared no time and went to see Claude. He was lying on the bed pale faced and unconscious.

Clodette walked closer and sat beside him, she lifted his head and let Anastasia pour the potion into his mouth. After he drank the potion, they could immediately see his face lightened up, the color quickly returned on Claude's face and Clodette could hear his faint heart beat louder.

Bless Annabeth! She is indeed the most powerful witch of her generation! Clodette exclaimed inwardly.

Claude slowly opened his eyes and his gaze fell on Clodette. He meekly touched her face and smiled, "I know this face" Clodette couldn't help but smile.

Clodette threw her arms around him and held him tightly, "Ow, gently!" She gazed upon him and he stared back. His fingers traced her jawline and
for a brief moment, she thought he would pull her to a kiss when—

"Uhm... Ahem" Anastasia coughed, "You seem to forget I'm still here" Clodette blushed.

"Hello madame" Claude spoke shyly.

"It's good to see you are finally out of death's doorstep" Anastasia strode out the bedroom, "I'll leave you two to catch on things" She spoke before closing the door behind her.

"What happened?" Claude inquired, trying to sit up but Clodette stopped him and climbed on the bed to lay beside him.

Clodette told him about her travels to Romania, about what Annabeth had told her, the potion that contained her blood and their encounter with the Witches of Gomorrah but she left out the visions she saw.

He doesn't need to know.

She lay beside him as he wrapped his arm around her. She placed her hand on his chest to feel his heartbeat. He gently held her hand, "I didn't know you have go such lengths for me"

"I have to!" She sat up, "You are precious to me!"

He stared at her, smiling. "If it happens to you I'll do the same" He held her hands up and intertwined his between her fingers and clasped tightly.

"My hands are cold" Clodette tried to retract her hand but Claude clasped it more tightly.

"I'll warm it up. Your hand fit perfectly to mine" His eyes were staring intensively, the hue of his eyes were like the deep sea. It felt like his eyes were drawing her closer to him and before she could react his lips gently pressed on hers, the warm and sweet taste of his lips were too foreign that she fidgeted away but he held her head in place and kissed her again.

He parted his lips and she followed. His tongue rolled inside her mouth and sucked her lower lip. His kiss wasn't gentle it was urgent and aggressive it felt like she was being devoured whole.

He suddenly pushed Clodette on the bed and his hand gripped tightly around her bosom. "Ah" she moaned but he didn't stop, he let go of her lips and trailed kisses down her neck.

"Cla–Claude" she whispered. Clodette looked at the ceiling, dazed. Claude parted her legs using his thigh as he pressed his body against hers, the heat resonating from his body was unbearable. His hand that was clasped to hers was raised above her head while the other kept fondling her.

"A-ah" she moaned softly.

His lips found hers again and this time she kissed him back. She snaked her free arm around his neck and rolled her tongue in the roof of his mouth. But when she opened her eyes. His azure eyes were replaced by a golden hue.

"Sto–stop!" Clodette struggled from his embrace.

He shifted away from her quickly covering his eyes. "What's happening to me?"

"Claude–" she tried to touch him but he stopped her.

"Don't! I don't want to hurt you"

"You will not hurt me" she reassured him. He held her hand and buried his forehead on her palms.

"I can't control myself. Something is –something is inside me" he stared at her.

"I can feel it" he whispered, "Who am I? What am I?"

Clodette cleared her throat before she spoke; "Do you remember the symbol you conjured in the Smith's mansion?"

Claude nodded slightly with confusion evident in his face.

"Your eyes give you away those are insignia of a moon-eyed child"

"moon-eyed?" he asked.

"Nephilim. fallen angels" she took a deep breathe "Your eyes are the symbol of that heritage. Your tribe's physical appearance has crystal azure eyes"

"Where are they now?"  he paused, "Where can I see them?"

Clodette looked at the window and the sun slowly set. The clouds reflected the sun's colors, a shade of orange and red, almost a deep hue of both colors. "They were eradicated"

"What—How did they die?" he asked, curiously.

"The vampires need their blood. Your tribe's blood is very precious it can make anyone wield indescribable power. For a vampire, it is an elixir of life. It can make us walk in daylight, give us enormous spiritual prowess we can even become– a god"

"The vampires were they from your coven?!"

Clodette spoke carefully, "My brother wants more power so he wanted to gain more favor from my father"

"Did you know from the beginning that I am a moon-eyed child?"

"Yes" she whispered. Clodette held his hand tightly as teardrops fell one by one. "I'm sorry—I'm very sorry" she kept apologizing as she sobbed uncontrollably.

"You know from the start" he spoke hoarsely, trying to choke back the tears.

"I do" she said between sobs.

"So, why do you keep me here all this time?"

Clodette shook her head as tears fell from her eyes "I don't know" she stared at him, "You see... I need your blood to wake my father. As an elder vampire of our coven he hibernates himself every hundred years. It is their way to preserve their energy and once he wakes up he will need your blood to regain his strength"

"So, your original plan was to send me to your father?"

"Yes, It was"

He took a deep breath, "Why didn't you send me there?"

Clodette shook her head gently, "I can't —I don't want" she  muttered. Now, the realization hits me. At first, it was my pride who won't let him go but in reality, I love him. I love him.

"Since I am a moon-eyed child that means I can wield magic" Claude muttered, "I don't know why but it felt like I know how to use it but Annabeth told you it was rare for a moon-eyed child to possess this power"

Clodette quickly turned to him, "What do you mean?"

"I feel the power" He raised his hand, "It feels like a memory that I've forgotten"

"Annabeth told us that the symbol was of the Pale horse, a Harbinger of Death. If you are able to feel that power within you that must have meant that—"

"It is inside me" Claude whispered. He quickly stood up but he fell back down "Argh!"

Clodette caught him, supporting his body on hers "Where are you going?"

"I need a clear answer to what I am.. I need to read the book again"

"The book?"

He gripped her shoulders tightly "The book in the library—the golden book of roses"

They went inside the small room at the far end of the library. The golden book lay silently on the book stand, Claude reached for it and opened its covers. Bright light illuminated the whole room Claude silently read the book though all Clodette could see were blank pages.

The book only revealed the writing if the bearer had moon-eyed blood as what Claudius said before.

Claude read aloud;

"The moon-eyed people were the children of Wicca, the first magian "spell caster" and an archangel.

Their appearance separated them from normal people. They had crystal blue eyes, black or silver hair with pale skin.

Wicca, was given the power of foresight and power to harness nature. For the archangel loved her wholeheartedly he gave her an elixir of immortality. Whom people worshiped as the moon goddess.

One fateful day, The great demon fell in love with Wicca but unable to express his love naturally. Wicca had rejected the demon's advances because of grief the demon went to earth. He met a moon-eyed woman, Safira because of the demon's beauty the moon-eyed woman fell in love. The demon spent his days with her on earth.

One day, Safira revealed to the demon that she was a moon-eyed child the wielder of magic, for his love of Safira, the demon offered his blood saying it was the blood of an angel, the blood of an angel can make a mortal journey to heaven without burning from the divine light. But he wasn't an angel, he was death.

When Wicca, the goddess learned of what the demon had done to her mortal child, She told the great archangel of the demon's trickery and condemned the demon to everlasting servitude while Safira with the demon's blood in her become mad of power for she can't control it.

In the end, Safira was killed by her own children."

He stopped reading, and gazed at Clodette. Most of these scriptures were about being a warlock but nothing was said about the star-crossed symbol and how to harness it.

"I need someone who knows about of these things, I have too many unanswered questions"

Clodette nodded at him, "We need to meet Marvius"

Marvius was the head of the warlock coven in New Orleans, he might know something about Claude's origins because Marvius had lived a hundred years already.

🪻《Author's Note》🪻

Hey Lovely people🥀

Thank you tuning in and voting for my novel! Stay tune for the next chapter more revelations will be revealed!

Question of the day;
Is Claude a warlock or nephilim? Why can he wield the power of death? 

🪷| Glossary:
Nephilim: Offsprings of Angels and Humans
Warlock: A person possessing great magic

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