Sapphire Blue [The Grim Reaper Chronicles, #1] (Editing)

chapter thirty seven

"Please, let her go!" Martha yelled in her shaky voice, crawling into the bed to aim for the wall. The female demon had her hands on Natasha's neck, and she could kill her at any minute.

Her flashlight had fallen to the floor, and the only visible thing she could see was the silhouette of the female demon holding Natasha. Her fingers were scouring deep into her neck, and Natasha screams were intensifying. She was struggling to loose free from the hold, but the hand was too strong, and her breath was becoming too heavily. She was grasping for breath, her eyes becoming pessimistic as the minute rolled by. If she didn't do anything and just choose to stay in the old bed and watch her the demon take control, Natasha would die painfully, and it would soon be her turn.

But this was a demon, and she was human. There was no way she could defeat a vicious immortal like that. The room was secluded as it was, and there was no weapon that could she could use against the demon. She didn't know their weak points, she had only read about them in fictional stories and hadn't paid much attention to the details. She hadn't expected the stories to be true. It was too shocking. But Natasha was gradually getting weakened, and the demon had just strengthened her grip on her neck. What was more horrifying was that she wasn't ready to stop until Natasha was dead.

What was she to do? Martha thought inwardly in fear as she watched Natasha slowly drop her hands to her sides in surrender. Her basket of berries fell to the floor and the fruits came rolling into different directions. Her back was turned to her, and it was really dark inside, but Martha could see her friend dropping to the floor slowly and lifelessly. Her eyes widened in disbelief when she hit the floor without struggles. Natasha was....... dead?

Her body on the floor, facing upward, Martha tried to check from where she was if she was still breathing, but couldn't make out if she really was. Her eyes were vaguely closed, and her hands were spread widely on both sides, not moving. Martha swallowed with force. It was her first time seeing someone laying dead, and it was her own friend whom she shared the room with, eat with, talk with, and do every other spontaneous activity with. Natasha had objected to it when she had asked to come to the cottage, but she had vehemently refused and convinced her to come with her. If she had headed to her warning, they wouldn't be in trouble. Now, she had gotten an innocent person killed. What was going to happen to her?

"Why panic, little human?" Aloysius grinned lightly, moving slowly toward Martha in her elegant aura, her head match up with pride. "Your friend got what she deserved."

Martha bursted out crying when she heard these words and sent her gaze on the body lying on the floor. She had really never pictured Natasha to die this way. It was never part of the plan. The orphan had wished nothing more than to have a happy and long life with her friends. No one told her she was ever going to die unexpectedly. Martha whined. She had never felt regretful in her life. A person had died due to her carelessness. No one was ever going to find them. Even if they did, she was sure she would have died along with Natasha. Their wishlist never recorded that.

Seeing the demon moving closer to her, Martha heart sank. This was the end of everything.

"I just told you not to panic."  Her voice was getting angry now, and she had now gotten to the edge of the bed. She Stopped when she got there and folded her arms gracefully, her lips portraying a deep smirk. "Tell me, do you really think I'm bad as they say in those stories?"

Martha's shoulders hunched, and she vibrated on the bed. She tried to lock farther away from Aloysius, but there was no place to run to. She was at the dead end of the wall, and the demon could cover the space between them at any minute. It didn't even seem like she was walking. It seemed more like she had rolling legs, but the unending dark gown she was wearing wouldn't reveal them. Her question could not be answered, either. No reply was forthcoming from her. She didn't know what to say. There was undoubtedly no answer to the question.