Spotlight – Running From Demons by M.K. Theodoratus @kaytheod #Paranormal
Author: M.K. Theodoratus
far away as a demon seeks to destroy her.
An orphaned null without a hint of magic, Pillar can’t remember ever belonging anywhere, especially
not in the Freemage commune where she grew up. After she graduates from high school, she jumps at
the chance to learn why her mother ran away from her family.
During an accidental encounter, Grylerrque, a surviving commander from The Demon Wars, recognizes
what Pillar is and decides to feed the girl’s life force to her clutch. The demon sends her minions to
capture the girl. Pillar escapes with a help of an unexpected allay, only to learn she was pulled out of
the frying pan and thrown into the fire.
Pillar Beccon stood before the open doors of the Taddledon bus station, steeling her nerves. She was alone with no one at her back, not even her running buds from school. Though, now that “Te Tres Amigas” had graduated, she’d have to get used to being alone again. Pillar’s jaw clenched as she braced herself against the coming stares.
The teen didn’t mind the double takes as she walked along a
street. They seldom pierced the walls she’d built around herself. Inside the Taddledon Station, she’d be the pale-skinned, weird-eared weirdo caught in a sea of tan people sneaking glances at her angular, mismatched face, wispy blond hair, and super tall height. People always gawked at her. She felt lucky when they didn’t drool when their
mouths hung open. Pillar begged the Powers for strength, not that they ever helped nulls or mages.
Get a grip. At least they won’t tease you like the kids at school. They
don’t know you’re a nothing null. Pillar refused to admit she was neither human nor mage, fsh nor fowl. Besides, odds are the people waiting’re only human and aren’t aware.
The hair on the back of her neck prickled. When she scanned
the station, nothing around her felt threatening. You’re over-reacting.
You’re safe. Pillar sighed with relief. I didn’t let Delia down. I made the
test trip on my own. No glitches.
The teen had survived the day trip to the Taddledon museum
and gardens in spite of her foster mother’s worries. Pillar didn’t need
babysitting by the Freemage commune that had taken her in when
her mother died. Not that her mother was a born member. Mages
thought the mountain communes the only safe place for their young
since their teens made the perfect prey for demon-kind—if her yapping trainers weren’t just blowing hot air. She stood taller, and her
Satisfaction ﬂooded through her. I made it.
The bumblebee drone of the milling travelers bounced oﬀ the
high ceilings and washed over her. Here and there, children’s shrieks
drew scowls as they spiked above the noise. All seemed to ignore
the announcement that a bus had just arrived at the platforms. The
prickles grew sharper, and she paused.
After a glance around the lobby, Pillar guessed most were locals
returning to their surrounding small towns after shopping trips to
the big city. Te few roamers, marked by their grubby clothes and
backpacks, might be mages or might not be. Communes and towns
tended to throw out their misfits after they graduated from high
school if they didn’t get admitted to colleges or tech schools.
A man near the outside door sat, slumped back on a bench and
eyes closed, with his hands resting on his ample belly. He opened one
eye and jerked. His gaze darted away from Pillar’s icy, challenging
stare, made all the colder by her pale blue eyes. A ﬂush rushed over
his face as he ducked his head.
It’s not like I’m a total freak. All mages have long faces.
Pillar hunched her shoulders again but decided not to get pissed
oﬀ or feel sorry for herself. Both reactions were a waste of energy. Pillar ignored thousands of memories of being told nobody wanted a
null, not even the Kingscourt, unless the null was brilliant enough
to become a useful functionary. Nulls were kicked out of mage communes to fend for themselves in the slums of the cities.
comic books and the land of Oz. Some of her early favorites were A. Merritt, Andre Norton,
Catherine L. Moore, and Fritz Lieber.