Chapter 23

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^^ Lemme explain in case you won't understand when I explain it later. The longer one stays in the demon realm, the more one BECOMES one. That's Matt now, after staying in the Demon Realm for a few months...^^

MATT POV

Right when Emma flings her knife at Athena, she disappears, and it sticks to my chest. The worst part abut this place, is that I can't die. She cast a spell on me, not letting me die.

Last week, Emma used her knife and cut designs on my face telling me, "I look like the king that will rule by her side." Honestly, if she keeps doing this, I think I wouldn't want to be her king.

But... there are good parts. We went walking through her kingdom. Everyone was interested in me, trying to see who this boy in king's markings was. 

Emma told me one night that the longer I stay here, the more I become a demon. My eye started changing to a lighter color than the other one.

Time is the same. But Emma made me look a little older so that her people would understand I'm going to be king.

If I looked like my 14 year old self, people would laugh. 

The days are fun... the nights, I dread. It's a 50/50. We'll either fuck, or she'll use her knife and cut me, adding the "markings of a king."

I needed to use the powers I gained from staying here to warn Athena about Theo and Doofus. I'm doing this for Zehra. If I don't distract Emma from her real goal, she'll go and kill my sisters.

Acting like I'm okay and not in pain is easier than I wanted... I can walk around, and pretend like my girlfriend didn't cut me with different knives.

I can smile through the pain now... Yay. 

Emma's been attending "royal duties." But I know what they are. She's torturing the demons trying to get a higher rank, leave, or warn loved ones... like I did.

I don't scream at the pain erupting from my chest at the knife Emma just threw. I stare at it, blood dripping down.

"Need this?" I ask and pull it out of me and handing back to Emma.

She growls. "Keep it." And walks out of my room.

I shake my head and close my eyes. 'This is getting ridiculous.'

I throw the knife on my red wooden bed board. Pulling it out, after realizing it stuck and hit a bulls eyes, I plop down on the bed.

I study the knife's handle, staring in awe at the polished ruby and gold. The knife has the same designs as I do on my blanket, on the blade and  made of gold.

 The knife has the same designs as I do on my blanket, on the blade and  made of gold

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A real beauty. It's mine now...

The red sun seeping from my balcony shines onto the knife, making the gold and ruby shine, along with the steal.

Instead of chirping of birds, I hear caws and roars of mini dragons and crows. 

Screaming of children, yelling of adults... 

Hell.

It's absolute hell.

But I endure the pain. For Zehra...

And Dewey...

And Athena...

For my family.

I snap out of my thoughts at a male voice. "Sire?"

'Sire'? Oh. Right. "Prince consort."

I still don't understand why Emma had to lie and say I'm a royal from another demon realm. I don't even look like a prince. I look like a good looking hunter.

"The royal advisor is here to see you." Says my guard.

"Enter." I say, putting down my knife, and getting off the bed. 

The old man with wrinkles, white hair and small beard bows.

"What do you want, Mak?" I ask, rolling my eyes.

He stutters. "Y- You still haven't picked your gift for Her Highness."

Right. Tomorrow's her birthday. It is "customary" to get her a gift. Everyone in the kingdom will give her a gift. If they're not good enough for her liking, then she'll have them killed.

I roll my eyes and walk past him, going out of my room. "Dismissed." 

"B- But sire-!" He grabs my sleeve. 

I stop and turn around and stare at him, in his eyes. He let's go and apologizes.

"Dismissed." I repeat, not allowing any room for argument. 

I walk out of my room, Irin, my guard, following me.

Emma would've killed that man for even questioning her. Then she would have cut his hand off if he touched her sleeve. I'm not as cruel. I just make sure people know their place, or it's bad news for me....

LOUIE POV

"ATHENA!!" I yell again, trying to make her look at me. She awake, but she's shocked...

Zehra grabs my hands and makes me look at her.

"Louie, calm down! You're yelling isn't helping!" She says. I look back to my girlfriend who's looking at the ceiling as if it's a monster. 

"Athena..." I say, getting out of Zehra's grip and holding my girlfriend's hand. "Please.... you have to be okay!"

Why would she do this?! Was she feeling unloved?! Mad?! Was the baby hormones affecting her?! Is it the hair pin??? Did she think I would be mad? I was just curious! Now she tried to kill herself! Because of me!

"Athena..." I kiss her hand, letting my lips linger on her fingers. "You have to be okay."

Out of the corner of my eye, I see something glisten. Wait...

Is- Is that the hair pin?! I shake my head. I can't think about that.. but... what is it doing here? Did she throw it or something? 

I continue to kiss her hands, but my eyes stay glued to the heart hair pin.

ZEHRA POV

I don't why... but I'm mad.

Why would she try to kill herself?! Did I do something?? I'm also mad at myself... for not noticing her in pain.

I just hope she'll be okay...

I watch with sad eyes as Louie begs for Athena to come back. Sad... because Athena might be gone. She had to come to the E.R because Lena and I couldn't use our magic to take the glass out, because we were afraid to risk it moving and cutting her heart or something. 

I wish I knew how Matt was doing. One less thing to worry about...

"AHHH!!!" I snap out of my thoughts at Athena's scream. "IT- IT' THE BABY!! SHE'S COMING!!!!"

WHAT?!?!??!

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