[ IN WHICH SHE SPEAKS OF THE DEVIL ] Feeling refreshed, I yawn myself awake. I think it's safe to say that in one night, I went to heaven and back. I'm comforted by the fragrance in the air as I'm awakened into the land of the conscious. Slowly fluttering my eyes open, I spot a maid standing at the edge of the bed, staring at me with a look of shock on her face. I squeak, startled by her presence. "Oh, my goodness. She's awake!" The maid screams, running out of the room with a bowl of warm water in her hands. "The Queen lives!" Slowly, I sit up and a towel falls off my head. It's warm. Confused, I look around the King's chambers. Disgusted by the wet towel, I toss it across the room. Then, I look down at myself. I'm dressed in a loose fitting clothing, different from what I was wearing yesterday. ... [except it wasn't yesterday. i had been asleep for seven days— a week, most people thought i would unconscious forever] ... My eyes rove around the room. Light seeps in through the
[ IN WHICH SHE FINALLY GETS THE TRUTH ] “My name is Sin.” The King swallows. He doesn’t make eye contact with me as his eyes constantly drift away from my face. Anyone can tell that he is nervous and uncomfortable talking about this. I almost feel guilty for pressuring him to tell me all that he knows. Despite the discomfort, Sin pushes to explain more. “I lived beside God in the most beautiful place you could ever imagine. I used to be amongst the angels. But that was all before I chose to love a human.” Our eyes lock after his statement. I’m not exactly triggered by the angel part. Growing up in the orphanage, the elders there practically forced us into Christianity. I never believed, but maybe I should’ve paid more attention. That way, I wouldn’t be completely dumbfounded by all of this. But then again, the bible never expounded on the topic of fallen angels. Either way, I’m not surprised that he was formerly an infallible celestial being; I have seen his wings. Nothing fazes me
The devil is out there. However, he is not Sin. But sin does lead you to the devil. The man I met was once an infallible celestial being, an angel named Sin. Knowing this, he cannot be described as the devil anymore, because he has shown me his true self. I know who he is.He is the King of The Alkhemi; the King who tore my life apart when he came for me. He is the King I resented for weeks, cursing and hoping he never woke up the next morning. But that's all in the past. Now, I have realized what he did was for my own good. And now, I have realized something about myself. November Starkey isn't really who I am. I am someone else. I am not ordinary; I've known this from the start. I was named November. The mothers from the orphanage had a reason for that. They said I was a miracle that had been given to them on a blessed day. It was the first of November in the calendar year, and it had been raining heavily for nearly the whole day. The roads were blocked, almost flooded, and no on
[ IN WHICH SIN CONFESSES ] THREE WEEKS LATERSIN'S POV:My Kingdom is not the greatest of them all. And it was never meant to be. The Alkhemi was created just for the both of us— November and I. This realm was created so that she and I could live in peace; so that we could live far away from my past, and far away from the eyes of God and the eyes of the devil. That’s all I wanted; to be with her, to be loved by her. I turned my back on paradise to create my own world. I thought creating a realm of my own would grant me the peace and freedom I needed to love her the best I could; however, it only put me in shackles. Unable to stop desiring, I am forever unforgiven.Even if I crash and go crazy as punishment for this forbidden love, I do not care; I will gladly accept punishment.The past centuries have been characterized by nothing but pain and suffering. That pain has molded me into the King I am today. Most would say that I am cold, detached, and insensitive, but if I do not rule
[ IN WHICH SHE SETTLES IN ] The birds in the air chirp loudly, filling the morning sky with music. With a smile plastered on my face, I take the first step out of the mansion— or should I call it the Grand Alkhemi? It feels like forever since I stepped outside, under the naked sky. Well, it has indeed been quite a long time. I had been locked inside of my chambers for the past three weeks. Whenever I tried to leave, the guards by the door would reply me, saying that the King has restricted my movements for my safety. But as usual, I don’t take orders from higher authorities. I forced my way out, even if it meant slamming a chair into the guards’ heads by the door. They aren’t human, so it will barely affect their health. Today is a nice day to disobey the King. I smile at the cloudy sky, sniffing the fresh scent of flowers from a nearby garden. Several maids, workers, and servants surround the area. Some carry on with their chores as they clean the inside of the mansion, dusting t
[ IN WHICH SHE GETS AN INVITATION ] The day is slowly turning into night. The once bright sky dotted with fluffy clouds has been replaced by a warm, orange blanket, covering the lands with a yellowish-red glow.Nearly half the day is gone, and I haven’t gotten any information on the man I have been searching for. My last hope is the quiet, moody girl with white hair who gives everyone around her the cold shoulder. Her name, Jacqueline. I lean against the door, watching her walk in and out of her room several times with several clothes. It looks like she's going out, but not for a romantic affair I suppose. She is dressed in her usual combat uniforms. She doesn't bother to use the mirror in her room as she brushes her hair.While I couldn't step out of the Grand Alkhemi for the past three weeks, I used my isolation time to the fullest, and that was utilized by exploring the Mansion. I explored secret compartments and followed staircases that led to magnificent rooms with beautiful v
[ IN WHICH SHE MEETS AN OLD FRIEND ]A tavern is a bar. If I had known this, I wouldn’t have walked with Jacqueline. The bar is hundreds of conversations told in loud voices, all of them competing with the other that dominates the atmosphere. A noisy place like this isn’t my scene. A bar is the last place anyone would find me. Everyone— even my fans back on earth know this. Don't get me wrong, I am not some innocent duckling who hasn't had alcohol in her life. In the past, I have struggled with alcohol dependency. It started while I was struggling to fit into the model industry at such a young age. Those days are the depressing times that I'll never want to recall. And being here in the tavern doesn't help matters. I'm only reminded of the articles that spread the internet that depressing night. It featured me, half-naked and puking on the roadside. That taught me a lesson; almost ruined my career. So, when I say I do not want to be here, I mean it. However, I cannot leave, because
[ IN WHICH SHE MEETS THE BROTHER ] “Luca?” My eyes are wide as I take in the appearance of the man I surely thought had died. “Oh my God. Did they take you too? How did you get here? Luca, are you okay?” I am sincerely shocked, and concerned that he is here, which means that I wasn't the only one who had been abducted by the King. I gush at him, a little relieved to see a familiar face, even though we were never on good terms. But, someone snorts. Swirling in the pool of confusion, I turn my head to see one of the three males, laughing; laughing at my questions. With wet eyebrows furrowed, I look back at Luca’s red hair. He is grinning. His dark, almond eyes watches me, the way they always have. “Oh, Nobi.” He pouts, balancing his posture on the red cane in his hold. “Does it look like I have been abducted?” I trail my eyes down his body and shoes. He is dressed in his usual style; a floral shirt, light colored pants with expensive polished, black shoes. His clothes look clean fo
[SIN’S EULOGY] I am cursed. I have been cursed to never find love. It is a curse placed on me by God to forever live my life in bitterness and loneliness. It is the price I have to pay for waging war against Him and leaving the Heavens behind. I am sorry I dragged you into this mess. I am sorry you had to suffer with me, November. And because of this, I will let you rest. I will not reincarnate you this time. I will not put you through this rivalry and madness again. It is hard to let you go, but I know it is what I need to do. I will let you go. I will let you go, Gwyneth. I will let you go, Faye Donovan. I will let you go, November Starkey. It is time for you to rest. You have been an impeccable Queen over the years. The whole Kingdom thanks you. I just wish those years were longer. You always get taken away from me when I need you the most. Or maybe that is how it was always meant to be. I was meant to never have you. You solved the riddle. Rome’s death was the only way
warning: you may cry.[ IN WHICH SHE DIES ]November’s last p.o.v —Rome’s body trembles beneath the sword. Rome has been stabbed in the heart with his own sword. He died by his own sword, both literally and metaphorically. I watch as he immediately drops to the ground. Veins pop out of his neck, head, and hands as he starts to lose oxygen. Rome’s bloodshot eyes glare angrily at me. I can see him fighting his own death, so I push the sword in deeper so that he can't fight it.This time, I have not been possessed by Faye’s vengeful spirit. This time, it is I, November Starkey that has decided to kill. I kill Rome, because it is what that is needed to be done. This is what I should have done a long time ago.“The Kings have to leave for a purer world.” I say as tears well in my eyes. I do not know why I am weeping at this moment. Well, I guess it would make me a total psycho if I don’t feel any type of pain after killing someone. “You are polluting this world, Rome. Your rivalry with th
[ IN WHICH ROME DIES ]NOVEMBER’S P.O.V —I slam the sword onto the metal bar. The action causes a clanging sound to echo through the Castle.The most important thing that the disturbing sound does is that it causes the Lycan to drop to the ground. Since he is at his highest level of power, it means that his senses are at the highest level as well. He gets triggered by his heightened sense of hearing. Rome’s monstrous voice growls in irritation as his hairy hands clutch his ears. I watch him with teary eyes as he drops to the ground.I don’t stop there.I keep on hitting the metal bar with the steel sword.Sin’s eyes search the room for the source of the sound. Confusion swirls in his grey eyes when he sees me with the sword. His size slowly decreases as his anger turns into confusion. I watch with teary eyes as his wings shrink to normal size.I stop when Rome has attained his normal size as well.Now, he is naked, but I don’t pry my eyes away. It is normal for a wereanimal to have n
[ IN WHICH SHE MAKES A DEATHLY DECISION ]… [you have conceived a child. Luca isn’t telling a lie] …Tears form in my eyes. “No.” I stare at Luca’s face which has now assumed the color of his red hair due to the reduction in oxygen. “It can’t be.”“Please, don’t tell me you are in doubt.” He grumbles. “You sleep with a man, without contraceptives and expect to not get pregnant? Come on. It can be. You exhibited all of the signs. The morning sickness. The emotional instability. The nausea and the pain.”Right there on the floor, I start to hyperventilate.My hands start to shake.Am I not too young to carry a child? I would be twenty soon, but right now, I am nineteen years old with a child growing inside of me. What is this? This wasn’t supposed to happen. I did notice that I didn’t get my period while I served as Queen, but I always thought it had something to do with my awakening as Faye Donovan. Faye Donovan is dead. My blood is black which clearly means that I died. Dead people ca
[ IN WHICH SHE LEARNS A SHOCKING TRUTH ] NOVEMBER’S P.O.V — I rise from the ground. The air is musky. Dust particles has polluted the air. My throat closes up at the reduction in oxygen and I begin coughing hard. Tears well up in my eyes at the painful action, but soon, my lungs grow accustomed to the dirt in the air. I take in deep breaths before I begin walking. Waving my hands in the air, I try to push the smoke and dust out of the air so I can see, but it is of no use. The dust settles in the air, refusing to leave. Realizing that my efforts are useless, I blindly pave my way through the Castle. I blink several times to get a clear vision of my surroundings. That’s when I see the body of the sorcerer laying half-dead in a corner. “Lake!” I yell as I hurry towards him. I drop to my knees instantly. I pick his body into my arms, shaking him awake. It doesn’t work. Lake continues to lay unconsciously in my arms. His arms fall to his side, limply. There is no blood on his cloth
[ IN WHICH SHE HAS TO SAVE BOTH KINGS ] NOVEMBER’S P.O.V — In no time, we get to the Castle. However we stop in our tracks when we spot something unsusual — the gates. The gates are always shut and heavily guarded. But not this time. This time it has been left wide open and unguarded. “Seems Sin has already made an entrance.” Lake squats, and when he rises back to his feet, he holds a huge black feather in his hands. It is the feather from Sin’s wings. “We have to get inside now.” I nod. We leave the feather laying there on the ground as we run past the gates. Once we get inside, we spot a crowd of guards gathered at the door. Their voices are louder now that we stand close to them. They’re all speaking in a thousand tongues, so I cannot decipher what it is they are arguing about. But from the looks of it, it seems that they are struggling to get the Castle doors open. “Come on.” I tap Lake on the shoulder, and he follows me. We both run towards the guards surrounding the Cas
[ IN WHICH SHE DEBATES ON THE LYCAN KING’S DEATH ] NOVEMBER'S P.O.V —“Hurry up, Lake!” I scream, not bothering to look behind me. “We need to get there on time.”“Queen November, wait up.”“There's no time, Lake. Let's go!” That's when a hand pulls me back, forcefully. I whip my head around, my curls slapping me in the process. Once I have been forced to a stop, my chest begins to rise and fall as I pant, struggling to breathe. “Why don't we think this through for a minute, huh?” Lake asks me, panting hard as well. We are both tired. We would kill for the opportunity to find shelter and catch our breaths. We have been running through Lucian City, trying our best to get to the Castle as fast as we can. The King had let his wings out and flown over to the Kingdom. He is fast. We are slow. If we waste any more time, Rome might have already been killed by Sin. “There's no time for that, Lake.” I glance in the direction of the Castle. “We need to get to the Castle. He could be killin
[ IN WHICH SHE TALKS ABOUT LYCAN BLOOD ]I feel worse than I did earlier this morning.My hands grip the sheets as I try to reposition myself on it.After my interaction with Luca on the roof, I immediately called on Eirene to help me back to my chambers. I couldn’t walk on my own. I felt dizzy, weak, and felt like throwing up for the second time. Eirene had noticed this and quickly informed the maids. When nothing they could do helped with my fever, they called on Lake. He did all he could to help. His sorcery of healing and medicine helped bring my fever down. But I still feel like something is wrong with me. Something or someone is still swirling within me, and it doesn't feel good.… [there is something wrong with you] …Her voice echoes in the empty room.“Yeah, no shit. You don’t think I know?” I groan in pain as I try to sit up on the bed.… [no, i don’t think you know] …“What are you trying to say, Faye?” I complain.My headache gets worse each time I open my mouth to speak.
[ IN WHICH ROME DECIDES TO SETTLE ] ROME'S P.O.V —“You are here.” I say.There's a ruffling sound behind me, and then, his voice sounds. “It seems you have been expecting me.” “Yes, I have been expecting you for a weeks now. We haven't spoken in a while. I figured you were due for another visitation.” I turn around to face him. When I catch the livid expression on his face, I decide to add, “Also, I could hear your heart beating angrily in your chest from many kilometers away.” Lust has a grim expression as he glares at me. “Good,” he says. “Then you know that I am furious. That I am angry with you.”With a sigh leaving my lips, I straighten my clothes. I do not want to have a conversation with Lust this early in the morning, but knowing how he is, he wouldn't let this slide until I give him my ears. “Don't you think it is too early to be angry?” I say as I turn my back to him, facing the full-length mirror. “And don't you think you shouldn't provoke me?” I move my hands to my