Saying 'AOIFE'
“Most people call me Eva. I hate that. Oh, don't get me wrong. It’s a lovely name. It really is except – that’s not my name. In my name there’s an F sound where the V should be and it’s spelt A-O-I-F-E. Confused much? Here's a little something to make you feel better. If you need for it to be shouted out then by all means - be thankful to the guy who made this clip. I don't know him but I think I owe him!”
Meet Aoife...
“Okay Demon, do you have any special powers? Like sucking the soul of a person or drinking blood? Power of disguise? Immortality? Anything super about you? Do you sparkle in the sun?”
He threw an annoyed look my way but didn't say anything. We were standing near a big white door in the nook. He opened it and waited for me to enter first. When I didn't, he gestured with his hand as if to say ‘Move it!’
I folded my arms instead and glared back at him. I wasn’t moving an inch until I was sure of what was happening.
This is not the tip of the iceberg. This is the tip of the tip of the iceberg. Feast your mind on a bit more of what she is capable of.
Rage swallowed me as I swallowed my pride. I rushed after him and bumped into a table, almost knocking over a lamp. I held it before it could fall and crash to bits and that’s when I saw Demon’s dagger from the previous night sharing the same tabletop. Demon was almost at the bedroom door when I, without thinking twice, picked up the dagger and threw at him.
I used to be a junior knife thrower in Daddy’s country club team before he found out and pulled me out of the sport. So, the fact that my throw missed Demon and hit the doorframe instead was no coincidence. I may not have been an expert thrower but I wasn’t bad. For what it was worth, it made Demon stop and turn. He looked at the dagger and then at me.
“You missed,” he said.
“I meant to,” I said, not trying to hide my fury.
Aoife Edwards is a Syhlain. A demon-slayer. Fate plays awful tricks on her, steering her away from the Realm at first and then thrusting her back in that odd universe she knows nothing about. To her, Earth is her home. She grew up there and knows nothing else except for the known elements of the solar system like the rest of the enlightened humanity.
Hence, when Demon is painted into the picture, she is baffled, enraged and intrigued. Fear is not part of her DNA which is why the new circumstances don’t scare her. However, they do indicate on her starting over and finding out her true identity and destiny.
Aoife and Demon: Cursed be the Syhlain is Aoife’s journey of reaching that destiny. How and why is Demon part of the plan remains safely locked away in the delicious text sprawled over page after page of the said book - until further notice.
He threw an annoyed look my way but didn't say anything. We were standing near a big white door in the nook. He opened it and waited for me to enter first. When I didn't, he gestured with his hand as if to say ‘Move it!’
I folded my arms instead and glared back at him. I wasn’t moving an inch until I was sure of what was happening.
This is not the tip of the iceberg. This is the tip of the tip of the iceberg. Feast your mind on a bit more of what she is capable of.
Rage swallowed me as I swallowed my pride. I rushed after him and bumped into a table, almost knocking over a lamp. I held it before it could fall and crash to bits and that’s when I saw Demon’s dagger from the previous night sharing the same tabletop. Demon was almost at the bedroom door when I, without thinking twice, picked up the dagger and threw at him.
I used to be a junior knife thrower in Daddy’s country club team before he found out and pulled me out of the sport. So, the fact that my throw missed Demon and hit the doorframe instead was no coincidence. I may not have been an expert thrower but I wasn’t bad. For what it was worth, it made Demon stop and turn. He looked at the dagger and then at me.
“You missed,” he said.
“I meant to,” I said, not trying to hide my fury.
Aoife Edwards is a Syhlain. A demon-slayer. Fate plays awful tricks on her, steering her away from the Realm at first and then thrusting her back in that odd universe she knows nothing about. To her, Earth is her home. She grew up there and knows nothing else except for the known elements of the solar system like the rest of the enlightened humanity.
Hence, when Demon is painted into the picture, she is baffled, enraged and intrigued. Fear is not part of her DNA which is why the new circumstances don’t scare her. However, they do indicate on her starting over and finding out her true identity and destiny.
Aoife and Demon: Cursed be the Syhlain is Aoife’s journey of reaching that destiny. How and why is Demon part of the plan remains safely locked away in the delicious text sprawled over page after page of the said book - until further notice.
