Seven Devils

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

The news of Bethany Calef's death still lingers after two months. The police found her lifeless body inside her bathroom where she is supposedly murdered.

I threw the knife I used to kill her at the nearest dumpster. Nobody knew I was the one who killed her. Or Jonathan Glanville. In all honesty, I've only killed two people so far. I started off with Jonathan because he's the reincarnation of Joseph Glanville; the one that claimed that witches and other supernatural things are real. He even presented proof of it. 

Proof that are in fact, true. 

The people I killed are not just merely descendants of the people involved in the Salem Witch Trials. They are in fact the reincarnated people of those who were in the trials. I, myself, is one of them.

My name's originally Sarah Osborne or Goody if you like, although in this lifetime, I'm known as Rose Osborne. 

For those who don't know me, I am one of the first three people who are accused of witchcraft. They are however, correct. Of course, I didn't want to admit it then. And back then, I still wasn't really aware of the things happening to me.

A few decades of reincarnating helped me figure out what was wrong with me. I didn't know then but I'm actually the product of what happens between a demon and a human. I expressed abilities I didn't know existed. In fact, I thought I was the only one until I figured it out all in the end.

The other people who were accused aside from me, well, only half of them are really innocent. The other half, aren't so much. We didn't know then. I didn't know that I was actually causing Elizabeth Hubbard these weird poking pinching feelings really. Back then, whenever I saw her, she made my blood boil and yeah, I wanted to do bad things to her but I couldn't.

I was married and I had a family. But sadly, he died. But two months ago, I saw him. He was with Bethany Calef. His reincarnation was slightly different from his original self but I still knew it was him.

He didn't know me obviously. Not everybody knows who they really are. Usually people just reincarnate a lot. When a person dies, usually some blood relative gives birth during that time as well and your soul transfers to the child.

What most people also don't understand is that, when you want to end a person's life and I mean end it really. No reincarnating anymore. You need to cast a spell on an item you wish to use to kill that person. When you kill that person, not only do you kill them but you also kill their souls.

There is no heaven or hell for them. It's as if they weren't even born or made. 

One of the many reasons why God hates the Devil so much. God can make as many souls as he wants but the Devil has the power to end those souls.

I don't know who my biological father really is considering he's a Demon but my mother did a great job of keeping the truth from me. She was married to the father I grew up to know and she assured him that the child is his even though we both knew she got raped.

My husband's name used to be Robert Prince so I'm pretty sure his new reincarnated self's last name is Prince as well. The Robert I knew had brown hair and the blue eyes. This new Robert has light brown hair and brown eyes. 

Of course, I'm just as different. I used to be a blond as well, with matching green eyes and pale skin. Now, I have brownish black hair and brown eyes and a light tan. A result of my birth mother's genealogy. She's Asian I think. I really don't remember because she died when I turned three. My birth father died shortly after. 

I was raised in an orphanage. Nobody wanted me. I didn't want them anyway. I guess you could say I have a one track mind. I just wanted to kill all of them. I wasn't that successful in my previous lives. This time, I'm going to make sure that they all die.

I wasn't really killed though. I died while I was in jail. But I probably wouldn't have died in the first place if nobody ratted to the court officials that I was using witchcraft.

I find it a little funny though. Who knew I would be using it now?

I only know a few reincarnated souls who approve of what I do. My best friend Oliver Willard or known as John Willard back then, is also just like me. He was born a little later though though. He was only twenty years old when he was hanged. He still couldn't accept that he had been killed.

He's a year younger than me and he had only regained most of his previous lifetime's memories a few years ago. In short, I know more than him.

He was born into a rich family. He took me in when we met two years ago while I applied at his High School. Everybody knew he was different and yet, he didn't care. He's just as tough and brave as he is then.

"Rose." I hear Oliver's voice. I turn around to see him standing by the doorway of my room. I smile up at him. I had just finished reading 'To Kill a Mockingbird.' "I found Abigail."

I grin and ran to him quickly and hug him. He hugs me back. I know he fancies me but I just don't really feel that way towards him. 

"Where?" I ask and he shows me a paper with Abigail's face in it.

She looks older here than the last time I saw her. 'Course, back then she was only eleven. She looks like she's around thirteen in this picture. It says she competed in the Spelling Bee Championship at Kent.

“You know what this means, right?” I ask Oliver and he nods. Kent is twenty miles out of Seattle and it’s at least an hour drive. “Where do you think she lives?”

“Well,” he starts and points at the paper. “It says here ‘Amanda Williams’ is representing her school Mattson Middle School and it just so happens that my father knows someone who works there.”

“How convenient,” I say with a hint of sarcasm in my voice. Of course, Oliver’s family is very well known. Not including the fact that the family name should be a burden to them. In fact, people actually think that he’s STILL a witch. Ironic, I know.

“We can go right now if you want,” he suggests. I shake my head.

“I’m not in the mood to kill people right now. Maybe next week?”  I ask. Usually, I’m up for killing anybody who was involved in the Witch Trials, but after thinking about Robert… Well, it definitely killed my mood.

Oliver shrugged and said he’ll be on his room.

Oliver likes being stuck inside his room. He does two things really. Either he’s reading a book or he’s searching for people. He’s been trying to search for Robert for my sake but so far, no luck. Out of the many descendants we all have, it’s kinda hard to find each person specifically.

I guess you’d find it weird why I even love, right? Well, to be honest. I’m still half human. And technically, humans were made or born out of love. They have been given the ability to love. I guess I inherited it from my mother.

What Oliver feels for me is more on the lust part of him. He doesn’t really love anybody and that worries me. I worry that he’s more devil than he is human.

I returned to reading my book and after a few hours of peacefulness, Oliver’s little sister in this lifetime came barging inside my room. I swear she’s the devil herself. Damn Satan Baby.

“Rose!” she screams inside my room. I sigh in exaggeration and turn to look at her. She’s a five year old with brown hair and brown eyes and freckles splattered across her nose. And she’s wearing a scowl on her face.

“What?” I snap. She doesn’t even flinch. She’s probably the only girl in the world who doesn’t find me the least bit intimidating.

“I lost my pom pom. Did you take it?” she accused. I rolled my eyes. Honestly, I would never tolerate this kind of behavior to my children. If she was mine, I would have spanked the living daylights out of her. I shake my head and she glowered at me some more before leaving my room and slamming the door shut behind her.

One day, she’s going to regret annoying the hell out of me.