"What do you mean!? You mistakenly turned her?!" A husky voice that belonged to Mauve boomed a query that Douglass's ears failed to register in his head. His shaking hands were worriedly scrutinizing the girl's face, which was becoming pale— almost blue. "I meant to drain her but something stopped me! Just…just trust me, will you!?" Douglass inarticulately aired as his eyes watched the one who was lying down, moan in pain. She was quivering and convulsing as if she were being enchanted by a demon. There were small, black lines forming on her neck— the same spot where Douglass had sunk his fangs into. Blood was still oozing, creating a crimson pool right on the pillow, where her head was resting. Her eyes were tightly shut while on the other side, she panted heavily, hoping to pacify her heart that was thumping rapidly in the centre of her ears— disadvantaging her from making sense of all that was suddenly happening to her. The voices of the two individuals travelled inside her ear
[DANCE AND SING MY NAME OUT, FOR I SHALL GRANT YOU TEARS OF JOY! I AM NO ANGEL BUT A DEMON WHO IS TO MAKE YOUR LIFE BLOOM IN THE MIDST OF DARKNESS!]•••"There is a saying that declares that secrets don't make us enemies but they don't make us friends! No matter how hard one tries, they meet their doom eventually!" Mauve spoke in a murmur shortly after gliding down the thrown, for her to sashay towards Kieran who was shaking like a leaf. His yellow eyes were protruding with visible fear as his short legs trembled nervously in his boots. His throat was suddenly dry and it was published that words were showing a new pair of heels as Mauve approached him. "Calm your heart, my dear!" In a quiet, enchanting voice Mauve hissed as she crouched down, to be on the same level as Kieran, the goblin. Elizabeth who has been hiding all day decided to come out and entered the throne room, dramatically, throwing Douglass into a world of confusion. "Ah! And the sleeping beauty decided to wake up
[THE JOURNEY CREATED FOR ALL DEVILD ALWAYS FALLS APART. BECOME A DEMON TO SURVIVE THE POISON EXHALED BY THE GHOSTS] •••ELIZABETH'S WRATH: Tiny droplets of water vehemently hit the basin, creating a deep, vibrating echo of a tapping sound that waved and swam across the bathroom, to the chambers of Elizabeth's ears. She; who stood there silently, breathed heavily as she watched her reflection with sudden rage that was going hand in hand with pride and malice. As if alive, her reflection glared back at her with eyes that twinkled with a crimson flick of light— as menace and poison danced in the chambers of her pupils. Her eyes were so bloodshot and looked like a pair of stars meant to shed light in the house of demons— they seemed to have blood spread on the surface of every broken soul; blood that was wildly alive. Slender, veiny cold fingers clasped the dirty basin as they trembled nervously and unusually fast. Fright was imprinted on Elizabeth's face as she witnessed her finger
"What is the use? I have already bathed in darkness. I have already vowed! I have already been reborn— what more can CAUTIOUSNESS bring to my heart!?"Elizabeth hummed and drummed her fingers on her hips. She smiled occasionally, dressing her figure in clothes that were brought to her, by the lady of the castle, Mauve. A black, silk dress that disclosed her back that had her scapula protruded— and on the front, a v-shape that almost published her breasts. She inhaled and exhaled deeply, as though, chasing all the poisonous thoughts that were hovering in her head. After fully covering her figure as instructed, she curtsied, admiring the beauty of her new eye colour and most of all, her new non-human abilities. "They shall pay, father! They must know!" Before sashaying out of 'her bedchamber' she locked her eyes with the wall where she had written Amethyst's and Liam's names in bold letters and hissed with indignation.Ten minutes had already passed— Elizabeth finally went where she
[ A COLD NIGHT AT DEMONS DOMAIN!] •••A place; haunted and forbidden to disclose its presence in the human world. A gothic-designed building— so mighty and depressed; built highly at the top where darkness and gloom happily embraced the domain. With many tales describe it as a cursed house where demons dwell. Many; including creatures that are said to be from fairy tales, dare not to set foot near its doorstep— the forest of SKÓURO KÓKKINO. Inside the detached castle are the two vampires said to be legendary, as they show off their fangs. "Do you still see her, brother?" Renesmee murmured a question directed to the seemingly depressed Prince Dwight. Her voice audibly cracked with melancholy as it spoke out the words. Her brother sat quietly, five seconds away from her, burying his head deep in awfully poisonous thoughts. Without uttering even an air, he ensured that his eyes locked themselves with her startling blue eyes— enabling her to guess what the answer to her question was.
["POWER IS ESCAPING YOUR GRIP! FOLLOW MY VOICE AND I SHALL MAKE EVERYTHING BLOOM FOR YOU; WILL YOU? YOUR TEARS ARE MINE TO SWALLOW— REJOICE WITH ME UNTIL YOU SHALL!"]•••"Rafael is dead!" Renesmee informed a creature whose face was being decorated in white makeup, as soon as she stormed inside the dark room. Her stiletto-heeled black boots hit against the floor, clicking as she cat-walked in the direction where her 'dear' brother was being 'beautified'. Her hair whipped fast, swimming in the air as she made her journey. "That witch! Mauve is now known to be the lady of the Dark Castle!" Renesmee spat immediately after reaching her destination. Her pale, glowing features were visibly covered by indignation whilst her eyes glowed with a fire that was overly unwelcoming. She looked at her brother who seemed unbothered by the words she had just puffed. "So, I have heard!" Unhurriedly, Prince Dwight opened his red lips while he signalled the 'makeup' artist to leave the room. Renesme
"Your brother won't gain his freedom if you continue with your nonsense!" Amethyst hissed as soon as the door opened with a whine, to publish her features that were covered with indignation. Without hurrying herself, she cat-walked inside the messy room that on its floor had tiny droplets of blood, belonging to Wendell. Her purple eyes had a twinkle that was perceived as rage— as they slyly watched Renesmee while she took mischievous, stubborn steps away from Wendell. Wendell— who was at this point trying, by all means, to look for the owner of the familiar voice, raised his bloodshot eyes. As wide as they were, they darted around the dark room and immediately stopped on the glistening, black horns on Amethyst's head. "She…she listened to him?" Wendell whispered as soon as his eyes caught a glimmer in Amethyst's purple eyes. His breath was suddenly becoming heavy while his heart began throbbing. She looked so different— ominous shadows were hugging her figure almost the entire t
["MEMORIES FADE AWAY IN A BLINK OF AN EYE. REGRET SEND ONE TO A WORLD OF DECAY— BLOOD IS SPREADING ON THE HARD SURFACE OF HER HEART. A WORLD FILLED WITH FAMISHED MONSTERS; WHO SHALL BEAR HER TEARS AS SHE CRIES? WHOSE WING WILL SHE HIDE UNDER?"]•••The small sensitive organ kept on beating against her aching chest, demanding a quick escape. There she sat— her eyes were tightly shut, openly afraid to see the cruelty brought by the harsh, rude winds and the unending tears of NERIDA. "WHY?" That was a question she had already asked herself for the millionth time now and the most upsetting thing was that she did not receive a reply. Tears helplessly escaped from her eyes, creating a river of salty waters on her ashen cheeks, that shamelessly flowed to touch the tips of her throat. "Just like Circe, you lay in your bed with truths that could grant my soul freedom! For how long am I supposed to shed tears?" A brittle, shaking voice belonging to Amethyst aired a cracking hiss through her