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 Hellebore was trying to get him to help steal my throne for his older brother. She was in for a surprise.
One of the reasons I didn’t want a Demoness as my Queen was because I suspected she would use whomever I picked to kill or manipulate me. I was curious as to what she was planning and who was helping her, so for now I let her plot against me under the supervision of two of my guards, loyal to only me. I also didn’t move to execute her because of my half brothers, both younger than me. Rook was the youngest of the two and Lazarus was the oldest. I didn't want to hurt them unnecessarily.
“What I do is not of your concern. You are no longer Queen if you remember my father is dead, and you have lost that title.”
She scowled at the reminder, rose, and left the room, leaving my brother behind.
As I sat on my throne, Rook bowed to me before he spoke. “We need to speak, brother; you must take a Queen and a human would not survive down here.” He informed, probably concerned about the human he knew I was following.
Rook and I were close. Lazarus had wanted nothing to do with us, so growing up, we played together, since demon children were scarce in the royal court.
Rook was determined to be a general in my army holding a sword from a young age like Lazarus and me, but he was also a strategist and smart. When I was crowned, it made sense to make him my General as he had surpassed the other candidates.
When I told him of his mother's and brother's treachery, he had requested time to speak with them and convince them to give up on their aims. He didn’t want to see them executed for treason. The first time he had spoken to them, they had tried to recruit him; he refused and requested more time from me, which I granted. I didn’t want to hurt my little brother; the whole situation was an inconvenience.
I sighed, “I haven’t said I was making her my Queen, but something about her draws me to her and I want to explore that, besides there are ways around the human problem, if she summons me and makes a bond with me, she will be immune to this place, and I also have this.” I shared as I held up my hand, pointing to a ring that had been gifted to me by my father after my first battle.
“What good is a simple ring going to do?” Rook asked, confused.
“You’ll have to wait and see.” I smirked as I twisted it on my finger. Only my father and I knew what this ring could do.
“You still need to find a Queen as soon as possible; my mother is trying to find Lazarus a wife so she can sway the council against you.”
“Like just any wife could do that, I am King by birth right. The only way he would succeed was if he found his fated mate. Then and only then would he gain his demon from wings, just like with any other demon. It's not like she is just going to appear like magic. It can take years or decades to find your fated mate, and if this gets out of control, I will deal with the problem. My father may have chosen his Queen at random because that is what the Kingdom wanted, but I will not.” I threatened. I had already let him know that if Hellebore and Lazarus got out of control, I would execute them for treason.
“Understood, brother. I will continue my efforts.” Rook declared as he turned to leave, pausing he turned back and asked, “Could the human be your fated mate?”
“It’s unheard of to have a human mate.” I laughed. "There is only one that I know of in history and she ended up not being human."
“You have the same draw as a fated mate would have, your compelled to follow her and keep her safe, are you not?”
I shrugged, irritated by the truth of his words. Without another word, Rook turned and left.
Annoyed, I headed to my office; I finished some paperwork, more scrolls assigning demons to different torture zones, as well as updating the army register. Every day, younger demons and demonesses joined our army, wanting to travel to other planes to battle and fight for more territory.
"Now, what is my little flame up too?" I thought to myself as I clapped my hands, smiling as I stood up and headed to my quarters. I had placed a spell on her so I could track her movements and could hear her. Witches were so handy. I smiled. After spending the few hours I had spent dealing with my regular duties, I wanted to check on my human.
I headed back out to the throne room and took the staircase to the top floor, heading to my tower. I glanced out one of many windows that lined the staircase. Yellow and orange fluffy clouds floated against a lime green sky, rivers of red lava could be seen flowing into the distance around grass and trees of vibrant purple. Dragons flew through the sky, swooping down to catch their next meal, before heading back to their nests. So different from the human plane.
Opening my door, I headed up the last flight of stairs to my bedroom and laid down on my bed and concentrated on her, how she looked, with her beautiful red hair and blue eyes. As soon as I pictured her in my mind, I could hear voices. She was speaking with an old woman.
The woman had welcomed her into her home and helped disguise where she was from. How had she figured it out? I dropped her in a human village in the past. They shouldn’t be so welcoming. They are chaotic, cruel creatures, ruled by lust and greed. So why is this woman Abigail helping her? I hadn't even spoken with Abigail yet about my plan to fix everything, could she just know? She was powerful, so I wouldn't put it past her. I sighed, and it saved me the trouble of having to introduce them.
No matter, a few days in the past without modern conveniences, she’ll summon me, just from how miserable she will become. When I transported her to the past and slipped a summoning stone beneath the skin of her shoulder, her misery or any threat to her will promptly summon me unbeknownst to her, and I will come to her rescue bonding her to me forever. Although there was a chance the stone would only work if she called out for me, asking for my help, which may or may not mess up my plans.
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
The days seemed to blur. We would alternate between making poultices and collecting herbs for healing to tending the vegetable gardens, pickling, and making jams and butter preparing for winter. In the week or so that I have been here, a couple of people from town came to see Abigail with minor injuries. Abigail is amazing and wise and seemed to be a highly respected member of the community. I hadn’t seen Sin in the last few days either, so my hopes of going home soon dwindled. I was weeding the garden when I heard someone walk up behind me, Abigail was in the house making poultices. I turned and saw Samuel at the edge of the garden staring at me, a smile on his face. “Hello.” I greeted as I wiped my hands on my apron. “Are you injured? Do you need to see Abigail?” I asked, as I stood and walked towards him. "I can go get her." He shook his head and smiled, tipping his hat in greeting, “No, actually I came to see you. I was wondering if we could go for a walk.” “Not without a cha
Returning to the throne room I was in a foul mood, why the hell was he with her, he had no reason to be. Merula, sensing my anger, walked toward me cautiously. I looked at him and ordered, “Find Rook. I need to speak to him now.” “Sire… there have been developments.” He mumbled, barely audible, as he fiddled with an object in his hands. “What developments?” I snapped as I glared down at him. “It seems your brother Lazarus has found his fated mate.” he reported as he held out a piece of paper towards me. Without looking at it, I ignited it into flames, and it burnt, crumbling to ash in his hands. “Oh really? And where is this mate?” I asked, looking around. “No one has met her yet; it seems he is in the process of figuring out how she will live here because she is human.” If he thinks that my little flame is his mate, he is sorely mistaken. “As protocol dictates, the only way the throne would go to him is when she accepts him as hers, if she doesn’t, it changes nothing. He won’t
I was in a deep sleep when someone shook my shoulder. I grumbled and rolled over, ignoring them. “Come on, girl, wake up.” Abigail urged sternly, shaking my shoulder again. “What’s going on,” I asked as I sat up to look at her rubbing my eyes. She had a look of worry on her face as she looked behind her. I leaned over to look behind her. Two men were carrying Samuel into the cottage. He looked badly injured, his leg was hanging at a funny angle and he had cuts all over, blood soaked his clothing. “I need your help, granddaughter.” I nodded "y... yeah" I replied as I quickly stood. Abigail directed them to put Samuel in a small room off the side of the cottage that she used for her patients. I followed behind them, while I pulled on a housecoat that Abigail handed me. I watched closely as they set him on the bed. “What happened?” I asked, looking closer at the broken leg and the cuts and bruises that covered his body, he was out cold. “He walked out in front of a stagecoach that h
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 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