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" I say in almost a whisper, feeling the room grow icy cold. A grin grew on his face as his eyes glowed a bright yellow. A demon, in this realm. It couldn't be possible, it can't be. But this was no ordinary demon. Regular demons had black eyes, he had yellow. He wasn't just an average demon. That was when it clicked in my head, like atoms combusting together. That name, 'Memphis' I knew it, I shuddered at the mere realization. "Go on." He urged me. He could tell I knew exactly what he was. "You are Memphis Morningstar, the spawn of the devil. The Archdemon. The king of the cross-road demons and the prince of hell." I say, watching as his grin grew wider.

Her eyes flitted with uncertainty until they straightened and she answered "I'm Eldrid. A demon!" She paused for a second "A hybrid." ______________________________

The sound of a book being closed on Lucifer's side was followed up by the clear thud of a heavy book hitting a desk. "I can look through Satan's notes on the various arbiter races, but I need to know what kind of power this unknown has before I can make an accurate guess." Death sighed. "That's another problem we have. The only power they've shown, if it's even a power, is having yellow eyes. While that is rare for humans, it's not new." The page-turning could be heard again. "Let's see, yellow eyes, yellow eyes. There are demon arbiters whose deals can have an effect on eye color, but knowing Satan he would have told you if he had heard anything about a new deal being made."

"Saye, what is that you want me to see-" I say as I enter but pause with wide eyes and back hitting against the wall, shocked. "What the hell is that?" One of the boys, the youngest, has some one-eye creature. It's like a dark gooey substance paste, and someone just glued those plastic eyes for arts and crafts. Its round yellow eyes look around frantically. I feel a chill running down my spine, seeing how disgusting it is. "In the Demon Realm, these are called Carcurus; they are low-level creatures that find a victim and stick themself on a host sucking the life force out of them."

“Tell me, Antara. Are your parents, half-demons just like you or you were born with those eyes alone, that no one has the same eyes as yours?” He replied, “I was born like this, but mostly I could hide them with my dark brown eyes to be able to be accepted among the werewolves because I'm an alpha. Only my mother knows that I have these eyes. I despised them. Especially when I arrived here in hell, I couldn’t concentrate to hide them. They appear glowing because I could see better than when I have my werewolf eyes. Yeah, without seeing in the mirror, I know the difference between when my eyes are brown or demonic green. My mom has a secret, but it’s one that she swears to keep to her grave.

It's hard to see in the storm, but what my eyes land on can’t be explained by poor vision alone. There is an enormous man lying in the dirt and not any man—a Zareth. A demonic humanoid creature with blue skin, yellow eyes, horns, and catlike ears. He has muscles for days, thick, luxurious black hair, a black-tufted tail, and sharp claws instead of nails. His face would be pretty, really pretty, if he weren't glaring at me like he wanted me dead. Ice-cold fear immediately prickles down my back when I realize how easily this massive man could kill me.

Johnny pointed out. “True but I’m not convinced Chloe was just out for a walk when she found you.” Lucas continued. “Bobby insists they and two guards were monitoring that floor and there is no footage of Chloe leaving her room. Then this morning, her wolf spirit managed to take over the human form and communicate with me. Also, she had blue and gold eyes. Who else do we know with blue and gold eyes?” “Atlas and Amos.” Johnny frowned and carefully pushed himself up into a more upright position. Now he was interested. “So, she is part demon? One of Dante’s sprogs that slipped through the net?”

An anomaly that upset the balance of power in the supernatural world. At least they weren't hated by the entire supernatural community the way Unnaturals were hated. A gust of wind leaving my hair in a mess reaffirmed that he was here. And had just moved past me. My eyes glowed and even though I could see better now, there was no one in sight. By some miracle, my wolf eyes were amber and not blue. It made it easier for people to think the yellow that glowed in my eyes in human form were my wolf's since amber was a variant of yellow, sort of. Only Caleb had seen my eyes go from hazel to amber to yellow gemstones. Human, wolf and the other. Magic, my mother had said once. Witch. The only magic

Edward asked back in amazement at the splendor of the demon's eye. “Yes, I will give you what you have always wanted. In return, you just have to do me a favor,” the demon eye explained. “The thing I've always wanted? What do you want me to do for you?" Edward was puzzled and replied. He needed more information in the demon eye's words. “I need human blood and the soul of someone who has just died,” the demon eye bluntly demanded. "WHAT? So it's not like you asked me to kill people? I can't do that,” Edward frowned and shook his head. He does not want to do illegal things that affect his family and himself.

Her eyes turned white and soon, every lamp in the room came on and the man quickly avoided his face, throwing on his hood immediately and Irene released the ball then, landing it on the man and he was thrown on the wall behind him. He got up angrily and in a second, he was in front of her immediately, his fingers tightening on her neck as sharp long claws elongated on his fingers, sinking into her flesh. Irene winced in pain and then she saw his yellow eyes with a vertical black line and gasped. “You-you are a demon,” she whispered.