All Chapters of Under the incubus' protection: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

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

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

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

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

Jane and Benedict Astor forced us to change into fancy clothes for the dinner party. I expected an extravagant party with at least fifty guests from what she made us wear.My dress was a dusty blue fitted satin gown, accentuating all my curves. It also had a deep cleavage, which left little to the imagination around my chest area. Desmond would have taken delight in ripping it off me if we were still together. In such a slinky dress, I was about to flirt with another man. I was in that stage of post-breakup, where a part of me still felt committed to Desmond. Additionally, the last thing I wanted to do was give the impression that I was seeking attention or trying too hard to appear promiscuous.Someone knocked at my door as I unsuccessfully tried to find an angle from which my evening gown would look less provocative.“Who is it?” I asked, expecting it to be that creep, Mr. Astor. I suspected him to have something to do with the selection of my figure-hugging dress with a slutty nec