We were yet again on our way to Voocrod: our second attempt to reach a town run by a couple thirsty for our blood. Hopefully, no one would slip into a coma that time. We had been driving for hours now. I leaned back in the rear seat of my car, holding a haunting picture. The image contained the smiling faces of the people who had destroyed our biggest happiness one year ago. Anger rushed through my veins. I crumbled the photograph and closed it in my fist. I tightly shut my eyes, demanding an answer to why such psychopathic sinners deserved joy when my family was suffering greatly at their hands.The unsettling thing was how normal their faces looked. To anyone unaware of their ungodly use of Satan’s magic, they were a middle-aged and good-looking wealthy couple. The world gets easily fooled when pure evil hides behind flashy things such as beauty, riches, power, and fame.Mom had given us a box full of information, photographs, and letters related to the Astors. It was sitting next
Panic and chaos were everywhere. A murderous, freaky demon was jumping and thrusting on the hood of our vehicle.“Start the car! Start the car!” I shrilled, kicking the driver’s seat. Instead of acting on my command, my idiotic brother did something unbelievably dangerous. He opened the door and stepped out of the freaking car.“No!” Mia and I yelled simultaneously.We begged Derrick to return, but it was too late. The dirty maniac had laid his crazy eyes on him. Our brother hadn’t fought a cat, let alone a demon. My heart dropped when the freak changed his stance, ready to leap on our courageous yet helpless sibling. I covered my eyes the moment he made the jump.A painful scream followed. Had the demon plunged its claws into Derrick’s heart? I peeked through the spaces between my fingers to find something very unexpected. Someone in a long overcoat and top hat had his fingers around the freaky demon’s neck. My thoughts instantly flew to Desmond. Had he been secretly following us t
I felt a sudden surge of anxiety and doubt upon showing my ID to the butler. He took pictures of our identifying documents, including our driver’s license. It was odd how the predators were suspicious of the prey. There was a slight possibility that the butler might not be a part of my relatives’ evil schemes. Everything related to the Astors produced knots in my stomach. Nothing and no one could be trusted in Voocrod. My faith in people had completely shattered after being used and manipulated by a demon. To wreak vengeance on those who had hurt me, seek justice for my family, and bring peace to my broken heart were now the only goals of my life.After returning our IDs to us, the butler handed me his phone. “Put your numbers in it,” James said to me.I had half a mind to give him a fake number, but Derrick snatched the phone from me and did what he had asked himself. “There you go,” said Derrick, returning the butler’s phone in less than two minutes. “Kindly show this all to our a
A long driveway led to a grand white vintage mansion surrounded by sizeable lush gardens and colorful flower beds. The Rothslor manor looked like something out of a movie. Being the sole owner of such a grand property, Benedict Astor wasn't well off. He was filthy rich. How did my father’s sister land such an affluent man? More importantly, why did such a wealthy person need to follow Satan and ruin other people’s lives with black magic? What did others have that they did not?As I took in the views of the majestic estate through the car window, I couldn’t help but wonder why they were after us, why they accepted us as their guests, and whether we made the right decision by accepting their invitation.I was the only one against it. Derrick and, shockingly, Mia were insistent upon giving them a chance. They deemed it safer to enter the enemy’s lair as esteemed guests instead of starting an open war. I would have argued more if some of it hadn’t made sense.In the surrounding beauty, I
Reality can be so deceiving.Aunt Jane was a dazzling angel from the outside who knew what we thought about her. Shockingly, she wasn’t afraid to say it directly to our faces. “Uh, I, uh,” I stuttered. Words jumbled in my mind. I couldn’t get over the fact that my father’s murderer was directly addressing me.Jane’s sparkling, smiling eyes made me wildly uncomfortable. How could I be rude or express open hatred toward such an affable face? “I can see how you all feel about me in your eyes,” said Jane with an awkward yet sweet, closed-mouth smile. “Please come inside so we can talk about this over tea. My husband will be so delighted to meet you all.”“Sure. Thanks,” said Derrick.I would have given him a side glare if I could stop staring at Aunt Jane. My brother’s reply had put a beaming smile on her face. Her demeanor was not anywhere close to the sick-minded killer Mom believed her to be.We were in Jane Astor’s territory. She could break our necks using her supernatural forces a
I was getting dumber and emotional by the second. How could I demand the Astors to show us each room of their mansion to prove they weren’t keeping the devil there? All eyes were on me. They were giving me mixed reactions. My siblings' eyes widened at my stupidity, and our hosts were outraged. The silent display of extreme reactions brought sweat to my underarms and palms. Since I couldn’t take back my words, I had to think of something to diffuse the situation.“Uh, that’s what Mom would have said if she were here,” I began with a shaky voice. “She could be very wrong. Honestly, I don’t have any faith in her wild theories. Why would a modern-day rich couple have a Satan’s temple in their magnificent mansion? Mom is slipping into madness after Dad’s death.”It hurt to question my mother’s sanity in front of the people who had caused her endless pain. Prey can’t courageously enter a lion’s cage and expect not to get eaten without an escape plan. Mom would understand my reasons for doi
I panted on my knees as I watched the maid disappear from my vision. That girl could become a professional sprinter without training. How can someone so frail run that fast? It was honestly insulting to my healthy and lean physique.Imagine the horrors the Astors must have put that poor girl through for her to run for her life like a frightened gazelle.Defeated, I decided to return to the great hall. Later, I would have to find another way to interrogate the maid.Halfway through the corridor, I felt a warm hand on my shoulder. There was a strange familiarity in the pressure of the touch. My heart raced, thinking it could be Desmond. He was not someone who would quit so easily.I turned around, preparing myself to command him to leave before he could question the thoughts in my mind centering on him.“Leave me alone. I am healing!” I shouted mindlessly, only to find the person who wanted my attention was again not Desmond but the maid. Was the frail girl even human? Or was she the me
With countless rooms, the Rothslor manor could be declared a castle. I had lost track of which floor we were on and how many rooms we had gone through. The fear of throat-slitting and devil sacrifice persisted with each new area we entered.“This is the last room,” said Jane Astor, removing a big bronze lock from the door. “Come inside and have a look. We’re not hiding anything here except old furniture.“We don’t need to check anything. Our mother was entirely wrong about you. Thank you for your hospitality to show us around your home,” said Derrick.No, what? I peeked inside from afar. Dusty white sheets covered what they claimed was furniture. Anything could be hidden underneath it. We couldn’t just quit looking for Satan.“You.” Mr. Astor pointed at me with a finger. “You’re still doubtful about us. I have sensed you shake like a leaf each time I stood behind you. Were you expecting me to plunge a dagger into your back?”I again trembled under his ominous stare. Benedict Astor lov
Two months had gone by since the war at Voocrod. With Jane and Benedict out of our lives, things were back to normal, mostly. The loss of our father was irrevocable, but we were grateful to have each other. Mom’s emotions had gotten under control, and she was slowly returning to her old self. Desmond was now her favorite person in the world. She could barely have a family dinner without him. It made me so happy to see their unique bond.Mia was doing well, too. Her scars had healed, and she had met a wonderful guy a month ago. Things were going pretty well. Her new boyfriend, Jack, had become Mom’s second favorite, so we expected a lot from that relationship.Derrick’s life had changed drastically as well. He now believed in magic and demons and supported my relationship with Desmond. What shocked us the most was when he and Becky announced they were officially dating. Good for Becky! She was a sweetheart who had always done so much to help me and my family. I couldn’t wait to have h
“Help, help!” I threw my fists at the window panically. In the building’s empty parking lot, there was no one to hear my distress-filled screams. I tried the door handle again, but it wouldn’t budge.Benedict’s demons had me cornered. Nothing was off limits for them. The fact that Alistair was on the enemy’s side was a greater shock than finding Desmond’s truth. I believed Xolmon because he acted so normal. I should have known better. Why did I agree to meet him, knowing very well that demons could look and behave normally?“Save the screaming for when we torture you, girl,” Hepzibah, the demoness, taunted. Her sharp claws gripped my shoulders, pulling me out of my seat. I struggled and shrieked. Even though it was pointless, I called Desmond’s name. The monster of my nightmares had caught me. Who would save me now? He was the only one I trusted after God.As I was kicking my feet, everything became a blur. I could hear the demons snickering at me. It all faded slowly. I had passed ou
My heart throbbed with the clock’s second needle. It was around midnight. Desmond had left fifteen minutes ago for Voocrod, leaving me and my family at Becky’s apartment. The much-awaited final war had begun. I had begged him to take me with him, but he said it was too dangerous. “Humans suffer the most during spirit wars, Cass,” Desmond had said. “Fiends will not hesitate to spill innocent blood. Violence is entertainment for them. What I fear the most is them taking you hostage to hurt me. Your love is my strength and my weakness. It doesn’t matter how close we are to winning the war. I would drop everything and sacrifice myself to save you.”Now, I was forced to wait without updates. Desmond wasn’t the only one who cared. I cared about his safety, too. Resting on Becky’s couch, I prayed to God for our victory and to bring my demon back to me unharmed.Becky wasn’t there because she had to leave to see her grandmother because of a medical emergency. My friend, however, was kind en
The water rapidly hit the rocks in a narrow stream. I watched it continuously flow. Nature is truly a miracle and the best way to refresh your mind. However, nothing can ease the anxiety of a current challenge. I couldn’t stop thinking about what Ophelia had said about not seeing a trapped child there. The war that was soon to come entailed death and imprisonment. What would I choose for my aunt when I wasn’t sure about her sins? Punishing an innocent would eat me up alive. There had to be a solution.“There is, Cass,” Desmond spoke. For the past five minutes, gushing water was the only sound around us. “I brought you here to clear your mind. Don’t punish yourself because of Jane.”With a lowered head, I walked up to Desmond. “I am sorry. Don’t you find this extremely troubling?”“No.” Desmond shook his head. “Because the solution is obvious.”“Which is what?” I said, desperate for anything.“Jane hasn’t given us any proof of her innocence. We don’t trust anyone,” Desmond began. I wa
I put a hand over my eyes, knowing very well that I could only conceal my face and not my thoughts from the two demons around me. How could I control my thoughts? For us humans, our minds and social media are the only two places to criticize safely.It was so unfair to have that taken away from you. I wished for the ground beneath to swallow me to save everyone from further embarrassment.“But I didn’t say anything, mother,” said Desmond. He must be trying to divert her attention from me. My boyfriend was very forgiving of my insulting thoughts. Was his mother the same?The lady opened her eyes to reveal the most striking golden eyes. The color was similar to Desmond’s siren irises, but they lacked the glow and appeared more natural. Her overall look reminded me of Rose from Titanic. She had red hair with the fairest skin and an elegant fashion sense.“You know I have a gift for this. You were about to introduce this beautiful human girl to me as your partner,” she spoke with a toothy
It was finally happening. Desmond’s tongue was so deep in my mouth that I could feel us becoming one. I didn’t want it to end. My mind couldn’t help but compare the kiss to the one I had shared with Charles. Kissing Charles was slobbery and warm. Whereas kissing Desmond was discovering infinite pleasures within your mouth while losing all control and touch with your surroundings. My feelings for my demon were just as massive as the difference between the two make-out sessions, which amplified the bliss even more.I liked how one of Desmond’s hands was still on my boob. He had already helped me explore the pleasures of my body in countless ways. Yet, I still wanted more. Not even an eternity locked and lost in his body could quench my thirst for him. I was addicted to him.Desmond’s hands traveled around my body, searching for more to grab and feel. With the same intention, I unzipped his jacket and slipped my hands underneath his shirt, feeling his soft skin and ripped body.“Cass, s
My eyes dropped to Desmond’s mouth, desperately waiting for a yes to come out of there. We had been apart for far too long, and only a few days away from him had felt like a million years of torture.All of Desmond’s lies and mistakes were forgiven and forgotten. His unusual appearance and true self became a part of me. Nothing mattered in that moment. My aching heart only sought solace in the man before me. He was the one. He had always been the one. The moment he walked into my life, no other man interested me. My knight in shining armor was perfect. His horns, wings, and tail were a bonus, not an unholy defect or curse. I wholeheartedly accepted and loved him exactly the way he was.Desmond was testing my patience with his silence. Deliberately, I filled my mind with passionate thoughts, letting him know how every inch of me longed for him. I could see the result of my experiment in his eyes. They looked back at me with amazement and a yearning more intense than mine.“Are you su
Standing close to the guest room window, I felt the chilly city air fan my face. Without a blanket over my shoulders, I would freeze to death. I watched the sparkling city lights and the never-ending sounds. It was two in the morning, and the streets were full of life. I would have found the scene enjoyable if my mind wasn’t troubled by a hundred different emotions.Thanks to Becky for having a three-bedroom apartment so I could have a separate guest room. That day’s events were bizarre and too overwhelming. My mind was all over the place, and I needed time to rearrange my thoughts and think of my next step.“Can I come inside?” Desmond knocked at the ajar door.“Yes, please,” I said, repositioning my blanket more fashionably. The most dominant thoughts in my mind were about Desmond. There was so much that needed to be said.Desmond walked inside, closing the door behind him. My eyes remained glued to the window. I could hear him slowly approaching me. There was tension and hesitation
Panic took over me when I heard footfalls for the third time. The first two times, it was Becky, but the steps felt heavier that time. I huffed and closed my hands into tight fists, almost piercing my skin with my sharp nails.“Cass, we’re back,” Desmond’s voice confirmed my fear.I turned around with partially opened eyes, prepared to face the wrath of my mother. Mom was unconscious in Desmond’s arms, and Becky was shocked beyond words.“Oh my God!” Becky’s jaw was almost touching the floor, and her eyes were twitching in a concerning way. “Am I magic now? Do the rules of the real world apply to me anymore, or am I now a boundless spirit floating in this never-ending universe we call life?”“None of that. You flew here at an extraordinary speed with me. The rules remain the same.” Desmond burst Becky’s bubble.Becky stared at Desmond like he was an alien or an unbelievable illusion. “I still can’t believe you are real. Cassidy must be hallucinating. He can’t be that good-looking and