Transformation
By: Selena Illyria
© 2008 Selena Illyria, All Rights Reserved
I/R, Paranormal

Sebastian gritted his teeth, Lea screams cut through him. He looked at the door and glared at his father who was father standing guard. He continued to pace, fists clenched, fingernails digging into the palms of his hands. Another bloodcurdling scream sounded and Sebastian turned only to be stopped by his brother Toryn’s hand on his chest.
“Don’t go in there until he’s done,” Toryn said quietly.
“I can’t stand it,” Sebastian gritted out.
“Riken is doing his job, let him,” Cable said breaking his silence. Pushing away from the wall he walked over to his older brother. “It will be okay, Lea is strong, she will survive.”
“But she is mortal, my moral,” Sebastian shook his head, his heart pounding, mind filling with thoughts of what could happen if she didn’t survive. “I won’t lose her. I can’t lose her.”
Sebastian turned and ran a hand through his hair, frame taunt as he stared out the large circular window. He didn’t see the lush gardens or forests below, all he could focus was the sound of Lea’s screams.
Not many mortals survived the transformation into becoming a demon. Not many mortals chose to become a demon, there were still humans that lived in the dimensions, normal mortals who had chosen to stay as they were. The transformation was painful, to willingly give up a person’s soul in exchange for immortality. But for a half demon the transformation was even more painful. Both sides warred for control only one side could win. Whirling around Sebastian confronted his father.
“When did you know? How long did you know that she was his daughter? Why didn’t you tell me?” He demanded.
Lucifer shook his head, arms crossed over his chest. “All will be revealed in time, just let Riken do his job.”
“You all keep saying that. You also keep telling me that I should also calm down. I won’t calm down. My wife is in there, in pain and I can do nothing, nothing about it. What fuck am I supposed to be calm about?!?” He cried out, spittle flying from his mouth.
Lucifer took a step forward, “You challenging me son?”
His form seemed to grow bigger, the room became hot. Sebastian stretched out his arms, shadows started to form behind him, darkness eating the room slowly.
“Whoa, whoa,” Vulcan cried out, reaching out he touched his brother, looking at his father with hesitation. The room’s temperature began to return to normal. Vulcan looked at his frozen brother and sighed. He would have to keep Sebastian frozen for at least a good two hours. Shaking his head he walked away to stand with his other brothers. Sebastian could still hear and see but could not move.
“What should we do when the two hours are up?” Vulcan asked/
“Freeze him again?” Tryton suggested.
“We can’t keep doing that,” Toryn said.
“Well, then you think of something,” Cable said.
Suddenly all was silent, Lea had stop screaming. The doors suddenly burst open and Riken came out, looking pale and shaken.
“It is done,” He walked over and leaned his shoulder against a pillar, sliding down, his minions gliding back and forth in front of the door, black, writhing swirls and curls of gray-black clouds.
Sebastian watched them slide back and forth every so often a face would become clear in the cotton candy masses.
“She needs to rest,” Riken said, voice shakily. Just as he said that the doors opened, one mocha limb slipped out of the opening, pushing the doors wide Sebastian’s breathe caught. Lea stood before them nude, her skin covered in black swirling, writhing tattoos. A wicked smile spread across her lips. “Hello, my husband. I am home,” she purred.