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I'm cursed, I'd have to be. Nothing that has happened in the past few weeks makes any sense. For weeks, I’ve had nothing but bad luck. I was fired from my job because my pervert of a boss said I was too distracting, my car broke down, and most recently I was almost hit by a bus. Luckily, someone had pulled me out of the way. The entire time this has been going on, I have the pins and needles feeling on the back of my neck telling me someone or something is watching me. “Miss, your coffee,” the cashier called after me as I opened the door. "Oh, thank you." I murmured, rushing back to the counter. I grabbed my cup and turned to leave. Not two footsteps outside the coffee shop. I stumbled and dumped the hot contents on my shirt, cursing I grasped the material and held it away from my body. “Stroke of bad luck?” A tall man asked as he followed me out of the shop. Something about him told me to run. His jet-black hair fell into his eyes, his unique captivating eyes, the color of fire f
I stretched to keep myself awake as I watched the scene before me. My subjects had decided that it was time for me to find a queen. Of course, my subjects were offering their daughters and nieces, trying to get their bloodline to become part of the royal bloodline. Tedious, I didn’t want any random she-demon. I wanted someone I had a connection with. My subjects had become so boring, they were too comfortable and predictable. How disgusting. I need excitement. Something different and entertaining. “Sire, are you listening?” My right-hand man, Merula, asked, shattering my train of thought. Merula reminded me of a rat with his slight frame and shifty features, he never looked you in the eyes. He always seemed to be there, listening and watching. He was smart and gave good advice, and he always kept me informed of what was happening in the castle. Merula was surprisingly lucky when it came to women. “Yes, and none of them will be my Queen.” I frowned at him. His beady, black eyes widen
I wandered around the area; I was in the middle of a dense forest.Everything was black and I could see no lights. Where the hell am I? Cursing Sin, as if that was even his name. What was he, exactly? Humans couldn’t do what he did. Where did he leave me anyway, and why was he so intent that I make a deal with him? I wandered aimlessly, not really knowing where to go, doing my best to head in the same direction, figuring the woods would have to break into a field, road, or something at some point. Unsure of how much time had passed, I came across a small cottage. I peaked in the window, not seeing anyone. I made my way to the door. Just as I was about to turn the handle, I heard something move behind me. "What are you doing, girl?" A woman spoke with a gravelly voice. “And what on earth are you wearing?” I spun around and a little old lady stood before me wearing a long old style black and white dress with a white bonnet which had a black cap placed on top. She looked at my clothi
I returned to my throne room where Hellebore was already waiting, a smile on her face. "So, you possess humans now?" I asked nonchalantly, remembering how she had possessed Amaya’s friend's body. Bitch had been spying on me. She shrugged. “Just wondering what you’ve been up to the last few days.” She smiled. I could trust her about as much as I could trust a feral animal. What was she up to? “A little obsessed with the human, aren’t you? Where did you leave her, exactly?” "Are you really questioning your King?" I accused, not liking how invested she seemed to be, like I’d tell her where I hid my little human. Before she could reply. My little brother, Rook, walked into the room. Wearing his normal attire of black dress pants and white dress shirt, he was tall and built like most in our army, his hair cut short and his face clean shaven, he had sharp features like his mother and green eyes that shimmered and changed constantly. Rook was a few years younger than me, and I knew that
Abigail woke me up just as the sun rose. She had me fetch water from a well that was a short distance from her cottage. When I brought it back, she made porridge for breakfast and poured me a glass of beer. “Beer for breakfast?” I asked, confused. “Not a custom where you’re from?” she asked. When I shook my head no she replied, “it will help fill you up and give you energy for the work we need to do today. Besides it is safer to drink than water, the water around here has been making people sick.” I nodded and took a sip. It was thick like porridge but smooth and had a bitter bite to it. I scrunched my nose as the bitter taste lingered in my mouth. I was never a beer fan. Abigail laughed, “You get used to it, bottoms up girl. We got work to do.” I chugged the contents and finished my porridge as she put bread, cheese, butter and a jug of beer into a basket and handed it to me as she grabbed another basket which was empty. We left the cottage, and I followed as she went deeper
“What are you doing here, brother?” I asked as I turned to face Lazarus, who with a grin walked towards me, removing his hat. When I had left the shop, instead of going back to my castle, I stayed in Salem observing the town and its people and when I could feel my brother's aura nearing, I grew suspicious following it and seeing his interaction with Amaya. "If it was your business, you would be aware of it, no?" he retorted. "Put your hat back on before we are discovered." I ordered, pissed that he followed me and was being careless around the humans. “Why would one lowly human get you in such a fix, I wonder?” he stated as he studied my expression, putting his hat back on. His eyes swirling blue, grey and green before settling into black, hatred emitted from him in waves. “She is exquisite even in the puritan getup, you bring her here because of some kink you have or is there another reason?” he pondered, studying me. I shrugged and walked past him, “Maybe the question is why you’
I followed Abagail as she entered another shop. She spoke to the man at the counter and received a parcel. “Have you met my Granddaughter Amaya?” she gestured towards me, a smile on her friendly face. Something about this woman felt so safe and welcoming. I never had grandparents growing up, hell I didn’t even know my own parents. They abandoned me at a fire station at a few days old with a note in my basket that read, “Protect her.” And they embroidered the name Amaya on my blanket. No last name or even a clue to who my biological parents were. Luckily, I was adopted by an amazing couple when I was five, they died a few years back but left their home and small fortune to me which I used for college. A lot of good that did me here. “No, I haven’t had the pleasure. I’m Jason,” a young man with dark brown, almost black eyes answered, looking at me with a friendly smile. “Nice to meet you.” I smiled. “How long have you been in town?” “I just arrived yesterday. It was an unforeseen vi
I headed in the church's direction; the pastor had better be in. It was such an odd thing for my mother to request, but who was I to question her? I walked into the chapel as goosebumps covered my arms from being in the forbidden place. Demons were not welcome in any place of god or goddesses, whether it be a Puritan church or a Greek temple. Entering the space caused great discomfort for any demon and in the weaker one's death. Pastor Gideon, it's Samuel. We had a meeting today. I announced as I walked around the space looking for him. “Over here, dear boy.” A man spoke from behind a door on the side. I walked over and looked into the small room, a grey-haired man sat behind a desk looking over books. His eyes squinted as he looked through a magnifying glass at the text before him. Entering, I closed the door behind me and walked towards him. “What is it I can do for you?” he asked as he put the magnifying glass down and looked at me with his dark grey eyes. At first impressions h