A woman sat with her six year old son on her bed. Her father keeping a watchful eye on them. Her daughter sound asleep in her cradle.
She was reading the story she wrote called The Devil And The White Knight.
When she finished she looked at her son with a smile.
There was a nock on the door and the maid let the people into the room.
It was some male nurses and the head of the local Asylum. She held her finger up. "One moment please?" She asked. They nodded.
She kissed her sons hair.
"Take care of your sister. Love her more then anyone can. Only you can protect her." She said. He nodded. The woman slid off her bed and went to her sleeping daughter.
She picked her up and kissed her daughters soft cheek.
"Worship the Lord my daughter." She said then put her down. She looked at her son. "You to my son." She said. He nodded.
She grinned at the geust.
She started humming as she slaunted up to them. Once close, she growled and shoved them.
"No! No!" She repeted. They struggled for a grip. Getting her to the ground. She screamed for help and she sobbed and reached for her son as they dragged her away.
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The Deaths Of The Devils Bride
ParanormalWhen Shaya was a baby her crazy mother chopped her left arm from the elbow. Her mother was admited to a crazy bin where she died in a fire. She thought she was killing the devils brides. And chopping her daughters arm was making her less appeling to...
