It had been a quiet day for the most part, giving the Demon King time to practice Mindfulness. That was until that human’s voice came blaring into time and space. It was all erratic and…well plain chaos as her thoughts came streaming into his mind. He thought he would surely go mad if this continued. “Damon!” “My Lord?” “How is the search? Anything yet?” “Well…There is something.” Damon’s voice shook with uncertainty. “Genies who are bound to humans must grant them 3 wishes before they are released.” “G…How dare you compare me with a mere Genie?! Those slobbering fools have less than half my power!” “I’m sorry my Lord but this is all I could find. It’s worth a shot. How many wishes have you given her?” Ma’oz thought about it for a moment. The first wish happened when she first got on the plane. I wish for...a way out. To spread my wings and fly away. Perhaps even to return home... Alas... alas...alas...if wishes can come true and I can't get out of this, then I wish Montgomer
“Dear heavens and hell! How do I get this human to see the truth?! I am up to my neck in silliness. Surely, she knows that Demons cannot lie.” “My word…you give your opinion quite frankly.” The human stared at Ma’oz, her eyes round like saucers. Her face pale as snow as blood leaves its unblemished skin. She is obviously afraid but if she doesn’t believe that I am a Demon King, then why is she afraid? Wait…” You can hear me?! How?” The Demon King had only been speaking in his mind. How is she hearing it? “You are speaking, loud and clear. I would have to be deaf not to hear you.” Journee answered boldly. “I wonder…” He picked up her hand to inspect the ring of Solomon, to speak to its inner spirit. Interrupting his concentration, Journee quickly snatched her hand back and questioned him. “What do you think you’re doing?” “Look at my mouth. Are my lips moving?” He demanded. “Oh!” Her lips formed a circle as she stared at his lips. “I am speaking in my mind. What you hear, are m
A little old lady with snowy white hair stood, gaping at the man before her. There were lines of worry on her weathered face, her aura was dim and frazzled. “How can this be? Monty, my dear dear boy.” She said as her shaky hand reached out to touch the face of the one she loved, and pulled him into a hug. “Moe! Murphy!” The two men were running down the steps of the mansion into the garden, stunned by the sight before them. Humphrey had a hand on his waist, and another over his mouth. Montgomery Sr brisk walked towards his son and looked at him from head to toe. “Did they have the wrong person?” Granny asked Montgomery Sr. Instead of answering the old lady, he asked, “Monty, what are you doing back here? What happened in Paris?” The man stared from one person to another, seemingly confused himself. Huh? They can all see me? What is happening? He glanced at himself in the glass reflection of the greenhouse. “What the fuck?!” I am the splitting image of the human’s husband. Not
The earth beneath shook as the Demon King’s voice shook Journee to the core. A tiny part of her brain whispered I hope the Lewis family thinks it’s just an earthquake, while another part of my irrational brain argued Who cares?! Better they know and come to rescue us! The third voice in her head injected What if they come and Ma’oz loses it completely? We’ll all die! Die for sure! DIEEEE! The tiny human tried to speak, but her voice was firmly stuck in her throat, making her wheeze and sound like a baby otter trying to scream. Frantic, Journee tried to sign to the Demon King that she understood that she had crossed a line. She rubbed her chest in circular motions. But her scattered brain had her hand flat out instead of in a fist. “What do you mean?” He growled again and this time, she found her voice. What do you mean by “please?” Please? When did I say please? “Tell me!” He demanded with such force, that Journee’s words flew out of her mouth, “I’m sorry!” Her voice was scratchy
“Haha…hahahaha” Ma’oz’s voice rumbled through the plane. Journee looked up to see him sipping his Whiskey. The ice has melted, making his Whiskey on the Rocks just Whiskey and water now. “You seem to have forgotten who I am.” “Oh!” Realisation dawned upon her. Ma’oz can stabilise this plane should he wish to. But I am unwilling to make another wish. “So…what will you do?” “What would you like me to do?” He raised an eyebrow at her and winked. Journee felt the plane plunge again and the little hairs on her body started standing on ends again for the umpteenth time this week. “Decisions, decisions…I can survive this crash. But you, Journee and the other 3 humans will surely perish.” His eyes glowed red again. “Okay, okay!” Placing her hand together in prayer, she looked Ma’oz in the eye. My fear of death is far greater than my worry of how I will repay him right now. “Please…I wish for you to please let this plane land safely.” “Your wish is my command.” Ma’oz gave her a nod and th
Ma’oz headed towards the garden only to overhear the matriarch speaking to someone. “Yes Mr. Naya. I will place the salt around every room. Are you sure the evil entity will leave?” “Oh. It’s just to contain. How long till you get here? Could you not clear your schedule for tomorrow? We’ll pay you double.” The matriarch sighed and picked at the branch of the plum tree. “I see. If it’s a powerful entity, it can be captured to further our finances. Moe will be happy to hear that.” “FOOLS! They don’t know who they are messing with.” The Demon King gnashed his teeth together. They intend to enslave me for their profit, huh? I should kill them all! He mind-linked my minister, “Damon! Get here now!” and marched back to Journee’s room before he moved in to kill off all these presumptuous fools. How dare they try to capture free beings? What right do the humans have? A true king always holds the laws of his realm closely to his heart. To break them is to rip his heart from his body. Pro
Journee’s thoughts raced as fast as her heart. She breathed in his musky scent. This is a real man. Demon or not… When Journee wrapped her arms around Ma’oz, once again he was reminded of how beautiful she was. Her soul, like a fragrant flower that is eternal, providing unconditional love through the centuries. He dared to breath in the peace he had sought for all his life. No. I mustn’t fall for her. No good can come from the union of a human and a demon. My subjects will maul her to death. But when she intertwined her fingers in his hair, Ma’oz was transported to his version of heaven. I doubt she realises that her tenderness took away all the pain I have suffered and gave me respite from the responsibilities I have been shouldering for centuries. If only she knows what she does to me. The walls I built around my heart to protect myself, my family and my realm are crumbling piece by piece. Being in her arms forever would be the reward I want in return for my sacrifice all these y
Ma’oz’s POVFrom my experience, when a demoness marches out with that sort of dark and tempestuous aura, all hell breaks loose. Homes will be wrecked, forests ripped bare, and the very course of the river will change. It would take days, if not weeks before the demoness can be placated. Usually, it involves the taking the spleen of whoever angers her.My mother was unusual. She never had such fits of anger or outbursts that damaged the realm. Many claimed she was too calm, too demure to be one of us.They were right. She was actually half-god, half-demon. No one else but my father and I knew. It would have been too dangerous. Even for a powerful being like her.Journee is human. Do human women behave like a demoness? Even if she does, how much damage can she do? She doesn’t have any powers. She can’t control anything, not even her own life. But this is precisely