[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
"You are my tulip!"Words that awakened confusion and a mixture of many feelings she had never experienced before, made a deep, loud replay in Amethyst's head. "What does it mean? What are you trying to say to me?" Questions floated in her head without replies. Her eyes were squinting like a bag of nails as they watched grey clouds whilst they were roaming lazily in the sky, through a window that was awfully covered by cracks. Thou tar-coloured and gloomy, the clouds did not seem scary— at least in her eyes. They seemed to be mocking her, laughing at the confusion that was written all over her features. "They all floated far away from my reach. They spat their poison in my blood and ran away. Only he…only him! He stayed behind— though dark like the night, he shamelessly brings light into the chambers of my soul. I see…I hear what you were saying!"Words escaped from Amethyst's lips, which were painted with scarlet lip paint, revealing their diamond shape. For a moment, her eyes shi
78. "So you did come, after all? Bold move, Amethyst!" Douglass hissed silently to himself whilst chuckling softly as his sharp, red eyes slyly observed the rooms of the house that was now barely recognisable. The house that was once tall and mighty with its pointy head reaching out to the heavens; there, it fell with shame— its head was now looking down, hanging below the heavens as if afraid of demeaning words that came from the ones above.From being luxuriously structured— it now looked like an ancient shack, belonging to an old man who was a mile away from kicking the bucket. Smoke was hissing and growling in the air, and was immediately forced to sway by the cold breeze that entered through the broken windows.It danced happily like lost souls who finally gained their freedom from the darkness that have been feeding on them, in the shadows of every wall that helped the house to stand. Every part of the now-fallen house was covered in the ugly blackness caused by the fire. "S