Welcome to part 2 of my new series, Raising Diana. Would she go to bed so to speak with the enemy? And what or who doesn’t belong in her inner circle as she prepares for the biggest battle of her life? Betrayal is a bitter pill to swallow, that is unless you have a demon living inside you………
Raising Diana: Betrayal.
Fiercely loyal, Diana will protect her kind and those she loves to the end of the Earth. But is it enough? And can she save everything she holds dear from those trying to destroy her world before it is too late? It’s time to go to war but exactly who is Diana fighting and can she trust those who say they are there to help her?
She cut a lonely figure as she made her way through the grass. Unkempt in places, overgrown, it swayed around her ankles as she made her way through the green lush field beneath her feet. The dew from the sunrise this morning was still damp against her toes as it dripped through her soft canvas tennis shoes. Diana had no doubt they would be ruined by the time she got where she was going but that wasn’t her main concern right now.
There was somewhere she needed to be and needed to be fast. Her head was still reeling as struggled to digest what she had just found out. They say you never forget where you were during momentous events in your life. The ones that made the world stop turning and change everything you thought you knew. There was no way she would ever forget the events that happened tonight.
Was it a mistake? Letting them into her home? After all, no one really engaged with the shadow makers, long renowned as the scourge of the magical world. Creating dark canvases to cover an all manner of evil occurrences. But tonight she had. Not only did she invite one into her home, she made a deal with them which she was pretty sure would come back to haunt her, if not seek to eliminate her whole kind. Her grandpa would be turning in his grave right now.
But what he told her, those things that had happened. She had heard rumours of course but thought it was a case of Chinese whispers from one set of magical beings to the other. She knew those in power, the ones who were destroying everything she held dear about her world, had initiated destruction all over but she never knew it was on this scale.
As she listened to the plan, the shadow makers pain and suffering, Diana knew there was no other option despite the turmoil going on inside her right now. God only knows what would happen but she had made her bed and no she had to well and truly lie in it. But first there was something, or rather someone she had to sort out.
They say betrayal comes from those you trust but until this day she had had no reason to believe that.
She kept her circle close. Her family and a few close friends from the human world – that was it. So to find out what she found out tonight and by the scourge of magical races too, ignited that rage that Diana fought so hard to contain every second of every day.
After containing the demon when Connor, the leader of the shadow makers followed her home, she was ready to unleash her full demon tonight. Lo-behold anyone who stood in her way. As the grass flattened under her feet she could feel the heat as the rage worked its way through her body. Knowing how it fired through her and her behaviour as she let it, was a blessing and a curse. Sparked by anger, threat, self-preservation, the urge could be the most powerful thing in the world or the most destructive.
Diana was trained, still training, but she was already hyper-aware of her capabilities once she gave in and became the full demon. Letting it take over her human side was a risk she was willing to take tonight as she knew nothing else would be able to convince her otherwise. Cracking her neck from one side to the other she prepared her body and mind to become backseat drivers as she welcomed the rage and the change. “Nothing can stop me now,” she thought as she crossed the threshold of her land to the public beach that created a barrier around the farm she lovingly called home these days.
Soaking up the power as it coursed through her veins Diana lifted her head to the sky as her blue eyes flashed to black as the Demia took her place beside Diana. It was a risk she knew this, but one she was willing to take as she made her way down the pebble footpath to the shores of Maxwell County. He would meet her here, that she was sure of. She knew what she was doing the moment she called him and invited the Demia to come forth within her. The only thing she wasn’t sure about was how this would all end. Her passion, her rage, her love all exploding from her, all betrayed and all vying for revenge and revenge she would get.
As she lowered her head, she saw him making his way up the beach from the other side of town. A smile reached her lips as the Demia’s power tingled at her fingertips, she was ready, no one betrayed Diana that way, no one.
“Revenge will be mine,”
she thought as he headed ever closer to where she stood, her tennis shoes now covered in sand as it stuck to the damp material.
She lifted her hand ready to throw a protection barrier around them to limit the damage to the human world. “Stop” a voice cried out from the darkness destroying Diana’s spell and barrier as she spun on her heels to locate the person behind the voice. “It’s not worth it,” he said in that smooth Irish lilt she had been so captivated by earlier. “Please, Diana” he pleaded once more “I know you can hear me”