The Archon
When I joined my town’s university, Mythological Studies became one of my favourite classes. I was glad that my lecturer, Prof. Halphor, was equally enthusiastic about teaching all myths from around the world. One day, when he was talking about demons, I asked him if it was, at least hypothetically, possible to make deals with demons—whether there were actual rituals recorded in the past. Many of my peers giggled, thinking it was just a joke. I smiled as if it were one, too, but I honestly wished to know if it were truly possible.
Prof. Halphor said there were several recorded methods, although none had ever been proven. After the lecture was over, I asked his opinion on summoning demons. I wished to know if he himself believed it was possible. To my dismay, the professor said no. However, while his words and body language gave no indication of lying, his eyes showed signs of concern. He was hiding something. I never spoke of the topic to him again, although every fibre of my being wanted to learn his secrets.
When my semester came to a close, to my surprise, the professor himself approached me and asked if I wouldn’t mind speaking to him in private. I agreed. That evening, he asked me if I knew anything about my father. I was perplexed, wondering what that had anything to do with summoning demons. He then held before me something I had not seen since I was maybe five—it was the last photo my mom had taken with my dad before he was called for duty… He was said to be missing in action.
I asked Prof. Halphor how he came across the photo; he said it was his copy of it. At that moment, reality hit me with a heavy downpour. My dad was alive all this time, yet for some reason, he had remained quiet about it. I asked him why he abandoned mom and me. His reply was that he never did. He said he was watching over us from the shadows because it wasn’t yet time for us to reunite. He said my mom also had no choice but to lie to me all this time.
I asked him why. Why hide his presence for so long? Why tell me the truth only now? The explanation I received made me sink in my seat. Dad said he was a banished archdemon, and that Mom was a fallen archangel. He said that made me an archon, a being whose powers would rival those of both Heaven and Hell—of God and Devil. He said that Mom and he had sealed my powers with a spell, and that they were staying apart until I was old enough to learn how to control them. He said the time had come for me to claim my true place in the universe.
Mom and Dad had been punished for falling in love. A union between an angel and demon was not accepted by either side, especially due to the possibility of the birth of someone like me. If they had not sealed my powers and their own before going into hiding, none of us would be alive. I asked my dad if I had to overthrow Heaven and Hell to ensure our safety. He smiled and said I wouldn’t need to go that far, only that I give a demonstration of my powers to prevent their pursuit.
Undoing the spell that bound my abilities, Mom, Dad, and I met with the hosts of Heaven and Hell, and with strong persuasion, I was able to secure our freedom. Neither side would dare to pursue us any further.
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