I heard the door open as someone entered the room; I kept my eyes closed as the person sat beside me and carefully removed the bandages, washing the wounds, dressing it with the old woman’s ointments before re-bandaging it. I opened my eyes, seeing Amaya sitting beside me, her face scrunched up in concentration as she finished bandaging the last wound. I grabbed her hand, and she jumped in surprise, “Thank you.” I whispered. She nodded as she went to leave, but I refused to release her hand; she sighed and sat back down. “Is there something you need?” she asked, her voice like music to my ears. I nodded, “company.” She tried to move again, but I held her hand, “Please, Little Dove?” She sighed. "How are you feeling?" she asked as she felt my forehead and cheeks checking for a fever. The simple touches feeling like heaven sending tingles throughout my body. “Could be better.” I joked. Her striking blue eyes watched me as if assessing something, “You can joke all you want, but you
I went into the main room and started cutting up more bandages as Abigail poured hot water into a cup and added herbs to it before returning to the room Samuel was resting in. “Can you go pick some blood of Hestia from the garden please, dear?” She asked me before she left the room. I nodded and looked into the reference book she had given me to study to see what the actual plant was. Skimming through the various plants and their code names, I finally found it before heading outside and looking for the chamomile she had requested I pick. I scanned the herb garden looking for the plant, without luck, which meant I’d have to look in the forest for it, referencing the book again I studied the picture Abigail had drawn and headed down the forest path we frequented looking for it. It didn’t take long for me to locate it; I picked a bunch and returned to the cabin Abigail was outside weeding the garden. I went inside the cabin and tied the plant and hung it up to dry, like she had taught
"Well, that went well." I grumbled to myself after I was alone. What the hell was I thinking? My plan was to get close to her so I could get to know her, not try to control her. I am not my mother. I scolded myself; What I want is for her to care about me, not be manipulated into thinking she does. Although discovering she was a witch, although surprising. It could be quite helpful in the future. When I see her again, I will apologize. Hopefully, I can fix this, I don’t want her getting the wrong idea about me, I can’t help how my abilities work, I have little control over them. Being half demon made things difficult. Others in my home didn’t know what my mother was. They assumed she was a demon because that was what she wanted them to believe. She could bend people to her will, well everyone but Sin, which is why I am stuck in the middle in the first place. She hated him even tried to assassinate him when he was a baby. “Finally, I found you.” Hellebore scolded me as she walked ou
“What do you mean half witch? I have done nothing like that before.” My mind was reeling. There was no way this was real, it couldn’t be. “In your time, magic didn’t exist, so you couldn’t tap into your abilities.” Sin informed me. “Is that why you brought me here?” I asked, my voice getting louder as panic seized at my chest. “I brought you here so you would make a deal with me. Remember? Are you ready to do so?” he smiled hopefully but frowned as I struggled to catch my breath. “Little flame?” My hand flew to my chest as I struggled to catch my breath, Sin placed his hands on my shoulders and looked me in the eyes, worry was written on his face. “You’re having a panic attack just breathe, tears blurred my vision as he pulled me to him. He held my head to his chest “listen to my breathing, focus only on that.” He told me. Slowly my breathing returned to normal, and I went to push him away, but he held me tightly. “So, about that deal?” “No, I’m not making a deal with you,” I to
“Where is Rook?” I asked Merula when I entered the throne room. He was sitting by the side wall with a demoness in his lap. He quickly stood and bowed as I took a seat on my throne. “On his way, sire. Are you alright? You look angry?” he asked, backing away like a scared rodent. “I’m pissed.” I spat, as he backed away. “Brother, you wanted to see me?” Rook asked as he walked into the throne room, looking at Merula, then at me with a question on his face. “Out!” I ordered to the crowded throne room as they hurried to leave, Merula leaving with them. “What has happened?” Rook questioned. “Your damn brother has touched what is mine and I am not at all pleased that he seems to have the same abilities as your damned mother.” I bit out as he flinched. “I’m sorry I was unaware that he had inherited them. You know I have her abilities as well and for some reason, unlike my mother, I can only control those that have feelings or a connection to me. My brother’s abilities are the same as m
The week passed in a blur; I spent most of my time taking care of Samuel, changing his bandages, and trying my best to help him stay comfortable. He was a nice guy and was surprisingly easy to talk to. Abigail seemed to dislike him though and Sin constantly stopped in to see how he was healing; I think he wanted to send him away. It was odd to watch the two together. It was as if they knew each other, I couldn’t help but feel that everyone was keeping things from me. When I asked Sin questions, he’d flirt and find ways to distract me, whereas Samuel just refused to answer. It was infuriating feeling like I was the only one not in on the joke. Even Abigail was tight-lipped when I asked her how she knew Sin. Abigail looked over my clothes, assessing me, “that should do it. If we leave now, we should arrive on time for Sunday's service.” I nodded, “What about Samuel, won’t he be put in the stocks if he doesn’t attend?” I asked, looking towards the room where he was resting. “I will s
Where was she? Church finished hours ago. I did not want to spend any alone time with Abigail, if it could be helped. Abigail walked into the room, a smirk on her face, “Afternoon, how is my patient this fine day?” She asked with a bright smile. “You’re awfully chipper, aren’t you?” I grumbled, disappointed it wasn’t Amaya. “Yes, my beautiful granddaughter has met a wonderful man and is on a walk with him as we speak.” She practically singed. Her eyes, watching me closely, looking for a reaction. I fisted my hands, trying not to show any emotion. “If Sin is with her again, I swear I will.” “You will what?” She dared me. Moving closer to me. “Hurt him, kill him, you would hurt her to get what you want, wouldn’t you?” She accused. “That is exactly why she won’t pick you. You are selfish and are only out for yourself.” “That’s not what I meant.” “Isn’t it though? You don’t see how she feels or even care to ask. You just see her as a prize to be obtained when she is so much more tha
What the hell was happening to me? I left the cabin, heading to the trees where I couldn’t hurt anyone. I walked down the path heading into the forest, not really paying attention to where I was going. Everything was an assault to my senses, and I felt like every nerve in my body was on alert. I came upon a large maple tree, deciding it was a good a place as any. I sat at the base of the tree. Taking deep breaths to calm my ragged breathing. How was I supposed to control something I have never had before and how did I get this ability to begin with? Awhile later I heard rustling in the trees and looked over to see Abigail emerge from them, a little winded. “Well, it took some time to find you.” Abigail announced as she approached me. She sat on the grass in front of me. “Are you okay?” I shrugged, “I don’t know what is happening to me and how to control it. I have never done anything like this before. Everything is so new, and it is a lot to digest, not to mention the witch hunte
I was in shock, how the hell had history repeated itself, again I stood in a place I was unfamiliar with a creature that claimed I was his fated mate and belonged to him, and now I had an inconvenient passenger in my body. The Goddess Hekate had moved in and made herself at home. I pushed away from him, “what gives you the right to take me away from them?” He looked down at me with angry eyes. “I have every right to take what is mine, and you are mine.” “I am no one's property!” I yelled at him as my anger and frustration consumed me. I felt the goddess's power bubbling beneath the surface, amplifying my own as my surrounding began to shake and move. “Take me back.” “You think you can order me around,” He asked with a laugh, walking towards me.” “I am not asking. I am telling.” “Sorry, but no, I will not return to my prison in hell, and I don’t think you have the power to force me.” “The ring.” I heard an unfamiliar voice hiss in my head. I looked at my father's ring on my hand
“Your Satan, are you not?” Lazarus questioned. “I am, and you are standing between me and my fated mate. So, move.” Annoyed, he flicked his wrist and sent Lazarus flying. “Again, she is not your fated mate. She is mine and my brothers.” I pointed out, not believing I had actually admitted she belonged to Lazarus as well. He made his way towards us, “move out of my way.” He ordered. “We won’t let you near her, you will not leave this cave.” Lazarus snapped. He laughed in response it was deep mocking laugh that made my skin crawl. “You two demon spawn can try; you have no idea who you are messing with.” “I am afraid they have a point.” The goddess said, stepping out from behind us. “We can’t let you leave and cause chaos in the different planes.” He walked up to her and touched her face, “What is your name?” “My name is Hekate, but this body is Amaya.” “Do you really plan to stand between me and what’s mine?” “I highly doubt you would be willing to kill your fated mate.” She c
I followed Amaya into the darkness of the cave, my mind still reeling from the fight with Hellebore. I had never actually witnessed her use a weapon before and her transforming parts of her body at will was a little unnerving. Amaya’s reaction to Abigail’s death would haunt me forever. I wish I could have saved her from that pain. Personally, I liked Abigail and considered her my friend. I would miss her more than I cared to admit. “Can you see where we are going?” I asked Amaya, but the goddess is who answered. She looked at me with her eerie eyes, which seemed to stand out against the darkness, “I can see in the dark.” She replied, “besides I only need to follow Hellebores thread." “Her thread?” “Every living thing has one, it is one of Amaya’s abilities. I must say, it is quite handy.” “I have never been able to have a conversation with you before, now that we can, it feels weird.” I frowned. “I suppose it would be, I have never been in a host that was able to support my abil
I felt frozen in place, “Lazarus, kill her now, or else!” Hellebore threatened, barely controlling her anger.I pulled out my sword and moved towards Abigail, Amaya moved to stand in front of her.“Lazarus, you don’t have to do this.” She told me the look on her face was enough to break me.“Do it, or you will die in her place.” Hellebore hissed from behind me as followed me. How I hated my mother for everything, because of her, I have always been alone, even segregated from my own brothers.Angry, I turned and plunged the sword into Hellebore’s stomach, her eyes widened then she shook her head with a look of disgust on her face.I released the sword and backed away from her, waiting for the binding spell to take effect, but it didn’t I looked down at my hands confused, how was I still alive?“You, stupid, stupid boy.” She yelled at me as she removed the sword from her stomach. Surprisingly, no blood fell and there wasn’t a mark left on her skin at all. She threw my sword to the groun
I followed the skeleton arms up the mountain, with the others following behind.“What do you see?” Sin asked.“There was a symbol on the stone back there. When I placed my hand on it, a bunch of skeleton arms popped up from the ground, pointing in this direction.” I explained.Sin frowned. “I can’t see anything, just an ordinary mountain trail.”“I can see it fine, not sure why, though.” I replied honestly.Abigail, Magma and I followed until we reached a river that cut through the mountain. Its pink water was steaming.“How do we get across?” I asked, debating if I should touch the water. “The trial picks up again on the other side.”Sin waded into the water; it wasn’t very deep. “The necklace I gave you should protect you, but I rather not risk it.” He frowned.“It doesn’t look too bad.” I pointed out, debating if I should test out the necklace.“I’ll carry you across.” He told me.A little leery I let him pick me up he walked across and me down on the shore and turned to head back
“Cana, we have to get that vial, Maybe Abigail and I can break whatever hold it has on him.”"I will find a way to get it. Keep a close watch on Abigail. I passed the information on to Chusi, so she is aware of what is going on."“Thank you, Cana.”Cana jumped into the air and flew off.I walked over to Sin and shook his shoulder. “Sin, wake up.”He grumbled but slowly open his eyes, “What’s wrong?” he asked when he saw my face.“Hellebore is controlling Lazarus with a vial of blood.”“Vial of blood?” he asked, sitting up, “blood magic is forbidden in hell, has been for hundreds of years."“You know what it is?” I asked, sitting beside him.He nodded, “A demon can force a bond with someone by taking their blood and keeping it on them, the blood is used in a ritual to bind the being to them with the blood making it impossible to turn down their orders, if they somehow manage to defy an order their blood would boil, and the creature would be rendered to ash. It is not an easy bond to br
“What are you doing?” I asked when I heard Sin behind me. “Can I join you?” He asked with a smile as he reached for the button on his jeans. My heart raced as I watched him undress. “I’m assuming that since you didn’t answer that it was a yes.” He chuckled as he stepped into the shower with me. “You are a sneaky demon.” I smiled as he placed his hands on my shoulders, his eyes swirling red, orange, and yellow, as he leaned down and kissed me. His hands ran down my arms, sending shivers up my spine. I placed my hands on his muscular chest and pushed him away. “I came in here to shower.” Smirking, I scolded him, trying not to show how aroused I really was. He quirked a brow at me, grabbing the soap from behind me and lathering it into a loofah. “Then let me wash you.” “Really, you are such a brat.” I laughed as he walked behind me and washed my back and ass. He reached around to my front to wash my breasts and stomach as he kissed and nipped my neck. A moan escaped my lips as he
I headed to my room as panic seized me. How could I do as she asked? If I killed Abigail, Amaya would never forgive me, but if I didn’t, I will die and leave Amaya unprotected against my mother. If I could get the vial of my blood from her, I wouldn’t have to do as she says as long as Amaya and Abigail can help me break the binding. If I told them what Hellebore wanted me to do, they may not forgive me for making a deal with her to begin with. They might understand that I did it to protect my brother, but I know my brothers would not forgive me either. I paced the length of my room, trying to decide what I should I do. Deciding my best bet was to talk to Amaya and tell her everything, I left my room and went to look for her. I had looked everywhere in the castle and could not find her. The last place I checked was the throne room. Seeing Merula, I approached him and asked, “Where are Amaya and Abigail?” “They left the castle with the King; I am not sure when they will be back.”
“We need to get back to the castle. I don’t want to leave Hellebore up to her tricks for too long. How fast can you pack?” Sin asked Magma. He left the room and came back with a backpack. “Packed.” He smiled. We climbed back into the boat, and Magnus and Sin rowed us across. After getting out, we headed to the nightmares. “We are short a nightmare.” Sin frowned. “Magnus can ride with me.” Abigail smiled and winked at him. Magnus chuckled, “Thank you.” We mounted and headed back to the castle. Amaya rode beside me while Abagail and Magma trailed slowly behind, lost in conversation. “Those two seem to have hit it off.” Amaya laughed. “So, it would seem.” I chuckled. Amaya was lost in thought and looked puzzled. “What’s wrong, my little flame?” Her cheeks turned red as she asked, “Would his hair burn her?” I laughed, “I honestly have no idea.” A while later, we reached the village surrounding the castle, people looked at us and whispers and gasps broke out among the people wh