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Fallen Trilogy Part 1: The Story of The Commander

By Ana Chirila All Rights Reserved ©

Horror / Fantasy

Old Books

“Are demons supposed to be so good looking?”

The demon’s smirk grew bigger, accentuating that glint of evil in his eye that was only making him seem surreal.

She was dumbstruck. It just so happened that after the dark fairy informed her of new demons appearing, one actually did. Besides, the new demon was really different from Mehrdir and all the images she pictured in her head.

“Eneizar, vanity demon at you discretion.”

He leaned really close to her and touched her nose with his. She gulped while staring at him, inspecting his face. Eneizar was the opposite of Mehrdir in many ways. Firstly, he was blond and had blue eyes, which was a change from the dark looks of the latter. He had sharp features and his skin was pale; he had a face that could attract modelling agencies from miles away if he would smile. Eneizar was dressed in expensive clothes that seemed to fit him perfectly and he his pose was the one of an experienced dancer.

“Level A, if you’re wondering.”

She gulped and stared into his eyes; they were vicious. Contrary to his overall aspect, he was a deadly demon.

“Why are you my new babysitter?”

Ever since Eneizar had appeared in her house, she had started to feel watched and it's only been two days. It actually made her realize that Mehrdir was either more subtle or wasn’t really watching her in the first place. Besides, Zoe was scared to get out of the house and she was sure it was all because of the blond demon.

“Mehrdir has other things to do right now. He won’t be around for a while.” He started nonchalantly. “Just think about it as a break,” he said as he started to walk around the living room. There were things that confused him, like the box under the TV. He was sure he hadn’t seen one of those before.

“And why did you come in his place?”

Eneizar raised an eyebrow and stopped moving aimlessly through her room. He had to think carefully about how to explain it without telling her the truth.

“He asked me to. Let’s say he did something for me and this is me doing a favour for him.”

Zoe was far from believing that, but she didn’t have a choice.

Even though Mehrdir was a greed demon and was annoying; even if he got her in a lot of trouble in the last two years and almost killed her a few times; even if he wasn’t reliable and would disappear when she needed him—now that she started to think about it, there was nothing he did that made her feel safe or help her in any way. Actually, she was really curious as to what kind of demon Eneizar was. He was handsome and he was proud. What else was there to him?

“How did you die?” Zoe asked further, growing brave. “Did you commit suicide or have you been murdered?”

“If I had killed myself, I wouldn’t be this.” He explained, pointing at his body. “I wouldn’t want to keep people wondering just how perfection really looks like.”

He was joking, must have been, yet his whole behavior and expression didn’t sign falseness. He was very much proud of his existence as a demon.

“You see Zoe, something that people don’t understand is that perfection is only found in death.” Eneizar added, walking towards her before he turned her laptop so he could write something down.

She peeked over his arm and saw that he has written one word-no, a name.


“He’s the perfect one. The star that shines brighter than any, the angel whose beauty sends a shiver down your spine.”

“You do realize you’re saying that people are searching for the Devil,” Zoe mumbled not liking where Eneizar’s theory was going.

“Exactly,” He said, his eyes widening slightly in amusement. “A long chat only to make you understand that.”

“I liked Mehrdir better.” She muttered after the blond demon walked out into the living room. She spun her chair back into its place in front of the desk and turned to the name that Eneizar had imprinted on her desktop. “Definitely liked Mehrdir better.” She repeated, deleting the dreadful image.

“If you have more questions, you can ask away,” Eneizar’s loud voice resonated through the whole apartment, “I’m one of the few demons that cannot lie.” He added, drawing Zoe’s attention immediately.

The brunette artist got up and walked into the living room with newfound curiosity.

“Why can’t you lie? Demons lie all the time.”

“I don’t.” He said nonchalantly, sitting on her white couch with a sly smile, “I’m special.” He said with a pleased expression, leaning back as he stretched his legs.

“Then what’s the meaning of the words on the wall?”

“Words on the wall?” The blond demon asked, raising his head quickly. He seemed genuinely curious.


It was past midnight when Zoe led the pride demon to the wall. The street lamps weren’t working in the alley, so the only light was coming from the apartment building and the moon.

“A kid wrote it,” she started.

Eneizar raised his eyebrows in surprise.

“A kid from Hell,” she corrected herself. That made more sense. “What does it mean?” she asked the vanity demon.

“Exactly what is written. They’re looking for the inheritor.” He sighed and turned to look at her.

He really didn’t look evil at all. Without that smirk on his face, he looked rather human.

“What inheritor?” she asked, dumbfounded.

Eneizar blinked and tilted his head to the side. He stared at her for a few minutes before he sighed loudly and rubbed the back of his head.

“You really don’t know, huh? He didn’t tell you.” He sounded somewhat disappointed yet pleased as he walked closer to her and bent to her eye level. “You’re short,” he stated out of nowhere.

Zoe narrowed her eyes at him while he stared into her eyes as if he was searching for answers. He grinned and leaned back when he figured it out.

“I’m not the one who should tell you,” he whispered with a cocky expression on his face.

“Then who is?”

He glanced to the side and noticed someone moving in the shadows.

“Him.” He pointed to his right and disappeared. She turned her head and blinked.

Ezekiel wanted to talk to the girl with black blood once again. His plan was easy: sneak into the building and break into her apartment. That was the only way. She didn’t seem like the kind of person who would let him in easily. Better take the hard way earlier and try the nice way later.

However, he saw her in the alley talking to herself. Ezekiel frowned and hid behind a trash can, listening to her talking about the wall and what was written there. He scoffed and glared at her when he heard that she lied to him. The human was taken aback when her head turned to him suddenly. He gasped and jumped back quickly.

“She didn’t see me.” He sighed in relief and chuckled to himself. That was quite an adventure.

“Yes she did.”

His eyes widened and he glanced at her over his shoulder. She raised an eyebrow and leaned against the wall.

“Well? You don’t have anything to say in your defence?” she pestered him. Ezekiel shrugged, his eyes wide and innocent.

Zoe rolled her eyes and walked back towards her apartment. Ezekiel only stuck his head around the corner to see what she was doing. She stopped and turned to look at him.

"Are you coming or not?"

“At least I don’t have to break in anymore.” He was only making a statement for himself, but she heard it.

“You wanted to break into my apartment? Why not use the doorbell like a normal person?” she scolded the boy shrugging her head in dismissal at his childish thoughts.

While Ezekiel was getting acquainted to her living room, Zoe went into the kitchen to prepare coffee. She wanted to ask him a few questions about that friend of his and also needed some caffeine if she wanted to draw. Eneizar was in her room; she could hear him. She didn’t want to know what he was doing in there as long as he was keeping a distance from her laptop.

“So.” She placed the cups on the table in the living and stared at Ezekiel with her big green eyes. “What did you hear?” She went straight to the core of the whole issue.

“Nothing much. You were far from me. But I could see you talking to yourself. That’s fine. Everyone does that sometimes.”

She took a sip from her coffee and looked straight into his eyes.

“I wasn’t talking to myself.”

Ezekiel raised an eyebrow and leaned closer to her. He inspected her thoroughly in his own way and smiled widely.

“I knew it!” The boy exclaimed pointing at her repeatedly, "You know a lot but only keep it to yourself, don't you? I checked out that web series of yours and I knew it!"

She didn’t understand what that had to do with anything.

“Anyway, the story you told me, about the devil and his child, it can’t be found in fairy tale books.”Zoe changed the subject completely.

“I’m pretty sure it was a fairy tale book. I saw it and touched it. It was really old and barely standing, but it was a normal fairy tale book.”

She rubbed her neck and pondered on the possibility that it might have only been some old story. But then, what was the story about that inheritor?

“Your friend seems to have a lot of antiques at home,”

Zoe was only trying her chance but Ezekiel seemed pretty open-minded and talkative.

“He does. He lives with his uncle and has all these weird and dark things. He even uses salt and inscriptions.”

Suddenly, Eneizar appeared behind Ezekiel -who got extremely excited by talking about dark stuff. The demon smirked and pointed at the human.

Hint. Hint.

That was what the demon mouthed but it didn't make sense. Eneizar rolled his eyes and disappeared right before the doorbell rang. It was late and no one would pay her a visit at night. She raised an eyebrow when she saw Eneizar invite himself in.

“Hello!” He smiled nicely at her and entered the living room. What was weird was that Ezekiel was staring straight at the demon. “Oh, you have a guest. I came right on time.” He went and sat in her place on the couch. “I’m Eneizar. You are Ezekiel, right?”

Zoe was shocked. Ezekiel could see the demon.

Surprisingly, and not so, Eneizar played the good guy and talked to Ezekiel for a while. Zoe was standing there, watching the two interact. It was so weird to know that she had a demon in her house and someone else could see him. Ezekiel seemed to really like Eneizar, too. They were talking about dark stuff and about school. The demon didn’t have much to say since he had never been in one, but the human was talking for both.

“What about you, Zoe? How was school for you?”

She blinked quickly and realized that she was Zoe.


She didn’t know what to say. Her school days weren’t honey and rainbows. She had to live two separate lives; had to cover her curse everywhere but still act as if nothing was going on in the shadows.

“It was fine. Nothing happened.” She smiled nervously and responded quickly.

“Oh, by the way. I came here with a purpose and I almost forgot.”

Ezekiel grabbed his backpack and searched for something through it. Both Zoe and Eneizar felt a sudden wave of energy run through their bodies and the demon was forced to disappear. Her eyes widened when the human got out a little book.

“Is this the fairy tale book?”

“No.” He noticed one person disappeared and frowned. “Where’s—”

“Bathroom.” That was the best she could think of. “If this is not that book, what is it?” she continued. While Ezekiel could easily move the book around, she couldn’t even touch it.

“While I did some researching regarding your web series, my friend found this. It’s a book written in some sort of language. From what his uncle said, it looks like a mix of the antique languages. It’s quite cool, isn’t it?” He asked excitedly.

Zoe was curious and wanted to touch it but she was scared that if she were to open it and read it, she wouldn’t like what was written there.

“You have weird hobbies. Why don’t you go and play like a nice healthy young boy? You seem more interested in old stories than girls and technology.”

She really wanted to know what triggered his interest towards dark stuff.

“I saw a ghost.” His eyes became wide and bright. That was probably the best story he had. He seemed very proud of it, too. “I was coming home from a party and it was past midnight. I remember I was ready to cross the street but this girl pulled me back. I was drunk so I didn’t think much about it. But the next day at school, I saw her again. She was waiting for me. It was really weird. She told me something.” Zoe raised an eyebrow and waited for the continuation. “She told me to look for a colleague of mine, that death was everywhere. So I went to look for him. Coincidentally, that was the day—”

“I died.”

Andy appeared suddenly behind Zoe and made her jump and gasp.

“And that’s not all. I swear I saw the girl going to him and pulling him up.”

She bit her lip and tried not to look at the ghost. He was glaring at the human with so much power.

“Maybe she was an angel.” Zoe wanted to keep him on the brighter side of the supernatural but Ezekiel shook his head quickly.

“No, no. She didn’t take him away. She actually kept him here. That’s how I became interested in spirits and the underworld.” Ezekiel explained.

She glanced at Andy and saw him doubt his own death.

“Was it like that?” She didn’t care anymore for Ezekiel since he was looking for trouble anyway. Besides, he had material that she could use.

“It seems so. I forgot about that girl. I think I was ready to pass on when she told me to stay.”

Ezekiel noticed the changes in her expressions. He turned to the place she was staring at and saw nothing except furniture.

“Who are you talking to?”

She glanced at the human for a moment before her attention went back on the ghost.

“Your classmate, Andrew.”

Ezekiel gasped and stared intensely at the empty spot.

“What did she tell you? That it was for your friend?” Zoe questioned the ghost. Andy seemed uncertain.

“I don’t think so.” He was remembering it. He realized something because he looked at her with a new glint in his eyes. “She told me to find you and stay by your side no matter what. That’s how I found you. She told me exactly where to go and how you look.”

Zoe didn’t expect that. She didn’t expect it at all. She was the reason why Andy was still connected to the Middle World.

Ezekiel saw her tense and freeze. He jumped to his feet and shook her a little, but it didn’t have any effect.

“Hey, what did he tell you? Well? Tell me!”

She looked at her hands and remembered Mehrdir’s advice; she had to make friends in high places so they could help her in the future. The dark, muscular fairy said that demons were going to appear around her more often. Something dangerous was lurking in the dark and she had the feeling that it was coming after her or someone she knew.

“Ezekiel, I want to meet your friend.”

The boy frowned before his features relaxed and he grinned.

“All right. Leave that to me.”

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