Chapter 11 : Come The Final Bells

Tossing all night long, I barely getting any sleep aside from being jolted awake by the creaks and groans in my house.

I keep thinking it's that demon coming to get me. With an axe raised over my head, ready to swing down to cut my head clean off my body. Or some kind of pike, stringing me up onto it in order to show off how stupid a witch like me could be to keep a General of Hell imprisoned in my house.

Nightmares flash behind my eyes. All I can dream of is burning in the pits of hell surrounding me as demons crowd around my hole and toss rocks down at me, cackling as they hit me. And at the center of it all would be Sol, staring down at me with contempt and vengeance in his eyes at finally being set free from me.

I'm covered in sweat by the time morning light streams in through my blinds. Exhaustion weighs me down, making it hard for me to want to actually get out from under my covers. I groan to myself and roll over onto my back, wrapping myself tightly into a coco