I tilted my head and crossed my hands. This angel seemed to always be the one in control. Somehow, I got a sexual vibe from wherever this is going. And that was never good. I didn’t know if it was because of my natural ‘Lady’ hormone, making me more attracted to the princes, or if it was just me getting aroused by the angel’s proposal of what might be a dangerous game.
“Your study doesn’t seem to be going anywhere anyway,” he then said, “So why not have fun, Ari?” His eyes twinkled with amusement. “Oh, and of course, you can’t use commanding words. Only I can in this game.”
I got goosebumps all over me when he said that. But I gulped down my saliva and raised my chin. “Deal.”
He grinned devilishly. “Relax, Ari,” he said with a husky voice, “I just want you to hand me your coffee for the first question.”
'Dear… Beelzebub!' This angel was really intimidating. He always created this invisible tension whenever we interacted. And yes, I meant sexual tensio
“I’m not in the mood for a date–““That’s not up to you, is it?” Alexander said in a low tone. He just took out a gardening knife and cut a stem of rose with one sharp snip. The flower fell to the ground and Alexander stepped on it until it pulverized into pieces. The scene sent chills down my spine.“What’s that flower ever do to you?” I asked. I had to. Because my inkling told me that Alexander pictured me as that flower. How he crushed the poor thing so easily was similar to how he tried to put me down mentally.Alexander put in the scissor back to his front pocket then turned to me. “What a flower does,” he said slowly, “It entices me.”“If it gives you pleasure, shouldn’t you savor it?”He clicks his hand and suddenly we were not in the garden anymore. The garden turned into a room dominated by black color. Black walls, black furniture, even b
I blinked, and I was no longer in the hot air balloon. The blue sky turned grey. It was not just that, the atmosphere changed to somber. I heard a sniffle next to me. When I turned, I saw Alexander… but that couldn’t be, right? Because his eyes were red as he stared ahead. My eyes followed his gaze to a coffin that was just being put down inside a hole in the ground. When I looked at the surrounding area, I realized I was in a cemetery. There were a few other people in front of Alexander. They murmured, “Poor girl. Kira has always been too adventurous for her own good.” “Her death is tragic. Rumor has it she was raped and beat up by a nobleman’s son who paid a lot to keep the news from the public,” a woman chuckled then continued to whisper, “She should’ve just surrendered to him and close her eyes instead of fighting all the way.” Instinctively, I looked at Alexander. His eyes were still teary, but it changed into a powerful gaze, directed at the peo
The scenery blurred again, but my focus on Alexander was still the same. “You planned… all this?” I asked in disbelief. He nodded. “You planned to summon the Grim Reaper, turn back time, and then kill the Dark Lord?” He nodded again. His eyes showed reluctance. “When the hell did you plan all that?" I asked. “Uh… when I stared like a moron at Kira’s grave.” I was baffled. Did he plan all that in a day? “How did you get the heaven’s light then?” “I had it from the start, it’s something I acquire in my immortal life.” “Th–then, what happened?” I found myself being nervous about asking that. “Well, Kira lived,” he said, “But the world did not survive.” Just then, the blurred scenery focused again. We were not in the alley anymore, rather, we were on the street. I didn’t recognize where we were, but I know enough that we were still in the eighteenth century and a giant crack had just appeared on the street. It divid
“Well, since you’re sorry,” I whispered in his ear. My hips ground on top of his, making him groan with the friction. Not long after, I felt the bulge below my thigh. His eyes flashed before me, and I knew exactly what his next move would be. He always liked to take control. To be on top of me and pumped me the way he wanted. “This attraction thing is really annoying and I need a release,” I said coldly to him, “If you feel even a fraction of guilt, let me use you.” The flash in his eyes died down. “Use?” He didn’t like the word because it meant he had to relinquish control. “Yes, I’ll be in charge. I’m just using you to find my release,” I said firmly. Seeing his pained expression, I knew he couldn’t resist. He wanted it, too. He must have been feeling guilty all this time, because, in just a few seconds, he agreed. “Alright,” he said. His fingers started unbuttoning his belt. But I swatted his hands away. “I’m in charge.” He frowned
I brought my kit from the third floor to my room. It took only several minutes to take his blood sample and saliva. After I was done, I tidied up the kit.I was kneeling on the floor and Lex was sitting on the edge of the bed in front of me. At times, I peeked at his crotch. It was still hard.“Is it a sorcerer's kind of thing?” I asked.“What?”“To be hard this long?”Lex had a low rumble of a chuckle. “No,” he replied, “It’s because you’re still here. Let’s call it an immortal desire for you.”I stopped whatever I was doing. When I looked up, I caught his gaze and felt a thump in my chest. Flustered because it never happened before, I cleared my throat and asked him, “So, how was a sorcerer born?”In an attempt to get him out of my mind, I grabbed my journal and started scribbling. Anything. I was noting down nonsense. But Lex didn’t have
Renald, Tony, and Michael were already sitting at the dining table. They didn’t start eating until Lex and I took a bite first. I sat on Lex’s right side, just like before. Next to me was Tony. And across from me were Michael and Renald. I ate my food leisurely. They served this amazing baked chicken with salad. And the red wine they served that night tasted somehow sweeter. Perhaps it was just my good mood. Mending my relationship with Lex cheered me up a little. I felt less stuffed. As though a burden had been lifted from my shoulders. It felt weird, though. Because I didn’t feel like this with the other guys. I didn’t even know how strong the strain in my relationship with Lex had affected me. But just when I was about to sip my wine, Tony sniffed the air close to my hair. I jolted a little, still not use to these supernatural men sniffing me. But there was something wrong this time. He looked at me with an intense gaze. His yellow eyes flashed before me a
“Mateo?” I felt my knees weakening as I locked eyes with a hooded figure in a dark cloak in front of the gate. His voice sounded like a hoarse whisper, but it was loud. And it made my skin crawl even more. I couldn’t see his entire face, as half of his upper face was covered by the hood. But I could clearly see his red, glowing, menacing eyes. “Yes,” he said in an eerie voice. The man grabbed two iron bars of the gate slowly, showing long and dirty nails. The little skin that I saw was pale, and he looked super skinny, only skin on bones. “Who are you?” I asked, “And what do you mean you have Mateo?” The man stretched his hand beyond the iron bars of the gate. He opened his palm. Instantly, red-orange dust appeared from his fingers and created what seemed like a circle of firework in the air. In the middle of the circle, appeared a boy in a dark void. I couldn’t breathe. The boy looked at me with fear in his eyes. He looked emancipated
People like to theorize about death. For a clinician, there are two types of death; one is the condition of brain dead, where the brain is no longer active to even sustain the basic biological need and would need to rely on a machine. The other is when the heart stops beating. My heart has stopped beating. I could have explained the entire thing from a biological perspective but that would make this chapter into a scientific journal instead of a story. The thing is, we humans are too afraid to die that we conjure this unnatural belief that there is something beautiful in the afterlife. That someone would pick our souls up and deliver us to a better place. But that was not what I experienced. Death was quite… empty. It was nothing extraordinary. Just my soul leaving my body. No pain. No anguish. Nothing beautiful to see. In fact, I was seeing the same scene before I died. Someone had called my name before, but I forgot who it was. The f
None of the Underworlders dared to speak up. The vampires that were hissing at me took steps back. The werewolves that were growling at me whimpered in fear. The warlocks looked shocked and some of the fairies were shivering. It felt amazing to finally show how they could not toy with my life anymore. It felt divine to have control over my life. Take that, you annoying Underworlders. Lex suddenly laughed out loud. He grabbed his stomach as though I was being funny. It annoyed me greatly, and I was about to reprimand him when suddenly he said to the entire garden, “The ones who object the Dark Lord will have to go through me first.” I realized what he was doing. He made sure the Underworlders know he had my back. Our eyes locked, and I sent him silent gratitude. “You’ll have to go through me too,” Tony said beside me. “Me too,” Renald said. Michael shrugged. “Me three.” I smiled at the boys, feeling full because they had my back
I took in a huge gasp of air as I finally opened my eyes. My lungs felt like being drowned and then burned because it had stopped breathing for a while and oxygen was flooding in madly. The light burned my eyes too and for a moment I had to blink furiously just to adjust to the light. It was funny. All I had to do was just manifest my will to keep on living and there I was. Alive yet again. I saw Tony’s yellow eyes first. They widened at me, shocked because he thought I had died. His face crumpled when he hugged me tightly before. And now he looked at me blankly. I could still see the tears pooling in his demonic eyes. At other times, I would have boasted about the fact a demon almost cried for me. He really was the sweetest demon. “Miss Ari!!” Renald cried out. He pulled me into his embrace. The smell of earthy fragrance from his skin hit my nose. But his embrace gave me warmth, and I found myself clinging to him, to make sure I was really al
I turned in the voice’s direction. After blinking twice, I realized that the figure in front of me was real. He seemed to be in the same realm as me, the ghost/afterlife/whatever-it-is-actually-called realm. The men didn’t notice his presence at all. He looked similar to Bar, with a body cloaked in a black hood. But he was way bigger, and he had a scythe in his right hand. Looking up, I find his skeleton face. And when I looked into his red eyes, I knew instantly who it was. “Dark Lord…” “No,” he said, “That is not my title anymore.” I could be wrong, but I saw him smiling sadly. After all, how could a skeleton smile or give any expression whatsoever? Expression comes from muscles, and skeletons do not have muscles. They are just bones. “Are you here to pick me up?” I asked. My voice trembled slightly. I was still not ready to go. My eyes flared up in heat as well. But the skeleton man shook his head. “That is not my job anymore,” he s
People like to theorize about death. For a clinician, there are two types of death; one is the condition of brain dead, where the brain is no longer active to even sustain the basic biological need and would need to rely on a machine. The other is when the heart stops beating. My heart has stopped beating. I could have explained the entire thing from a biological perspective but that would make this chapter into a scientific journal instead of a story. The thing is, we humans are too afraid to die that we conjure this unnatural belief that there is something beautiful in the afterlife. That someone would pick our souls up and deliver us to a better place. But that was not what I experienced. Death was quite… empty. It was nothing extraordinary. Just my soul leaving my body. No pain. No anguish. Nothing beautiful to see. In fact, I was seeing the same scene before I died. Someone had called my name before, but I forgot who it was. The f
“Mateo?” I felt my knees weakening as I locked eyes with a hooded figure in a dark cloak in front of the gate. His voice sounded like a hoarse whisper, but it was loud. And it made my skin crawl even more. I couldn’t see his entire face, as half of his upper face was covered by the hood. But I could clearly see his red, glowing, menacing eyes. “Yes,” he said in an eerie voice. The man grabbed two iron bars of the gate slowly, showing long and dirty nails. The little skin that I saw was pale, and he looked super skinny, only skin on bones. “Who are you?” I asked, “And what do you mean you have Mateo?” The man stretched his hand beyond the iron bars of the gate. He opened his palm. Instantly, red-orange dust appeared from his fingers and created what seemed like a circle of firework in the air. In the middle of the circle, appeared a boy in a dark void. I couldn’t breathe. The boy looked at me with fear in his eyes. He looked emancipated
Renald, Tony, and Michael were already sitting at the dining table. They didn’t start eating until Lex and I took a bite first. I sat on Lex’s right side, just like before. Next to me was Tony. And across from me were Michael and Renald. I ate my food leisurely. They served this amazing baked chicken with salad. And the red wine they served that night tasted somehow sweeter. Perhaps it was just my good mood. Mending my relationship with Lex cheered me up a little. I felt less stuffed. As though a burden had been lifted from my shoulders. It felt weird, though. Because I didn’t feel like this with the other guys. I didn’t even know how strong the strain in my relationship with Lex had affected me. But just when I was about to sip my wine, Tony sniffed the air close to my hair. I jolted a little, still not use to these supernatural men sniffing me. But there was something wrong this time. He looked at me with an intense gaze. His yellow eyes flashed before me a
I brought my kit from the third floor to my room. It took only several minutes to take his blood sample and saliva. After I was done, I tidied up the kit.I was kneeling on the floor and Lex was sitting on the edge of the bed in front of me. At times, I peeked at his crotch. It was still hard.“Is it a sorcerer's kind of thing?” I asked.“What?”“To be hard this long?”Lex had a low rumble of a chuckle. “No,” he replied, “It’s because you’re still here. Let’s call it an immortal desire for you.”I stopped whatever I was doing. When I looked up, I caught his gaze and felt a thump in my chest. Flustered because it never happened before, I cleared my throat and asked him, “So, how was a sorcerer born?”In an attempt to get him out of my mind, I grabbed my journal and started scribbling. Anything. I was noting down nonsense. But Lex didn’t have
“Well, since you’re sorry,” I whispered in his ear. My hips ground on top of his, making him groan with the friction. Not long after, I felt the bulge below my thigh. His eyes flashed before me, and I knew exactly what his next move would be. He always liked to take control. To be on top of me and pumped me the way he wanted. “This attraction thing is really annoying and I need a release,” I said coldly to him, “If you feel even a fraction of guilt, let me use you.” The flash in his eyes died down. “Use?” He didn’t like the word because it meant he had to relinquish control. “Yes, I’ll be in charge. I’m just using you to find my release,” I said firmly. Seeing his pained expression, I knew he couldn’t resist. He wanted it, too. He must have been feeling guilty all this time, because, in just a few seconds, he agreed. “Alright,” he said. His fingers started unbuttoning his belt. But I swatted his hands away. “I’m in charge.” He frowned
The scenery blurred again, but my focus on Alexander was still the same. “You planned… all this?” I asked in disbelief. He nodded. “You planned to summon the Grim Reaper, turn back time, and then kill the Dark Lord?” He nodded again. His eyes showed reluctance. “When the hell did you plan all that?" I asked. “Uh… when I stared like a moron at Kira’s grave.” I was baffled. Did he plan all that in a day? “How did you get the heaven’s light then?” “I had it from the start, it’s something I acquire in my immortal life.” “Th–then, what happened?” I found myself being nervous about asking that. “Well, Kira lived,” he said, “But the world did not survive.” Just then, the blurred scenery focused again. We were not in the alley anymore, rather, we were on the street. I didn’t recognize where we were, but I know enough that we were still in the eighteenth century and a giant crack had just appeared on the street. It divid