The Dark Curse

•The Song•

The chapter is longer than usual, by the way.

Video: Dan and Phil|| Book of Life

I'm not sure why the video makes me so emotional, it's a first.

>Not edited, please let me know of any grammar mistakes<

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The wooded floor creaks under my feet as I enter the bathhouse.

Light floods through the skylights, bathing the room I stand in with a warm glow. The room is tall with multiple doors facing opposite of the door I just entered. Each door has a number from one through seven carved into them. To my left sits a table with four keys on them and on the far wall lies a large mirror above a marble counter. By I take off my sandals and place them underneath the table before examining the keys on top. Each silver key shines in the sunlight and carries a small chain with a number attached to it. After looking at the three closed doors behind me I conclude that each door has a matching key you use to lock it.

After picking up key number six, I head to the door near the sinks. Door number seven, to my left, is closed and I can faintly hear the sound of running water behind it. I find myself wondering how the camp installed pipes for water and where they got it knowing that they seemed to be in the middle of nowhere.

Door number six is slightly open already allowing me to see the faint light in the room. This room is also lit by skylights, though a table in the corner of the room holds a couple lanterns and match boxes. In the other corner of the room sits a bathtub with white translucent shower curtains and a towel rack filled with pink towels. Be side the shower is another smaller counter and flushable toilet- a sight and blessing I'm sure not to take advantage of. I never had a flushing toilet in the cabin and was forced to dig a hole that led outside. When throwing a bucket of water down the toilet the waste would wash back outside.

I'll admit, I have never used the device that sit above the faucet for the bathtub. Deciding to test it out, I fiddle with the faucet below and eventually find a spray of water erupting from the second faucet. After messing with the faucet and stripping off my clothes I look into the cracked mirror above the counter. It takes me a second to realize I'm looking at myself, not a stranger. The silver eyes of a face I've grown used to seem have lost the little light they once have, looking as dead as a demon's. The thought horrifies me and I find myself turning away from my reflection and hiding behind a thin curtain.

The water fails to relax me and I found myself wound up like a wind up toy, desperate for some sort of release. To just let go and rest and not worry about a damn demon empire stalking me, because yes.

I realized that probably not just one person was after me, but probably the whole court that banned me from hell.

I knew I was placing everyone in harm's way. I knew it was horrible of me to let everyone around me unintentionally risk their life. But as selfish as it sounds, I couldn't seem to let them go. For all I knew, the people I cared for- Blake, Raven, and even Nathaniel no matter how frustrating he was- were probably the only things keeping me from the darkness that consumes every demon. The darkness in myself that I have learned to fear.

The darkness of my thoughts surprises me, and I try to force my brain to switch topics. The next topic somehow lands in Nathaniel, and I find myself wondering if there was a way to get back at him. He knew I hated the childish nickname he gave me, so what if I gave him one? I, of course, didn't know if there was a specific name he disliked being called, so some trial and error is needed.

After finishing my shower and redressing myself, I exit the humid death trap. It seems that the steam from my shower leaked underneath the doorway enough that the air was damp and the windows and mirror were covered with steam. As I walk to the counter I search around for a new comb or brush I could use. I first search the cabinets under the sink and when finding nothing, I bring my head back up and end up knocking it against the counter.