Embers POV, earlier that day~
Once the witches' bells on the shop's doors rang. Signaling that departure of the troublemaker demon. At least for the day. Throwing my head back with an audible groan. Placing it on the front counter as this storm has at least passed for a time.
Both Damien and Samual come over, noticing how drained I must look. Surrounding me with loving support I've come to know. They were a family to me.
Sam leaning down on the counter, "So, what is the answer?" She asked calmly, worried about me, her friend.
Damien coming in boldly, "Better be a no. No way in hell will he be allowed to work here." His menacing flare in his annoyance.
Sam looked at him flabbergasted by his quick dismissal. I watched from where I rested. He gave me gentle tingles, yet was too cocky.
Lifting my head up, "Honestly," I paused a headache building, "I... I don't know." Trailing off into a whisper. Going straight back to work.
Why was he not taking a hint? Why did he look so nervous, lost, or was it desperation?
Pouring all my focus into the tasks at hand. From book sorting, a few sales, and tarot readings. The rest of the day went by uneventfully as usual.
Finally making it home in need of good meditation and grounding. Going through the motions, mindlessly spaced out. My babies gather around with looks of concern for me. Worry is clear in their fuzzy faces. Giving them a solemn reassuring glance. A pitiful small smile. I head up to my spell room.
Lighting candles around the spacious third bedroom. That I happily converted for myself. Sitting down on the pile of pillows on the floor.
He spoke with truth. A pain so real I could see it. Something I've felt since I was left behind.
Shuffling my tarot deck in my hands. Allowing the thoughts of the demon to fill my mind. Repeating the question, "What does the future hold?" Splitting the deck in three, stacking them back together.
Following the energy they give off. Allowing them to speak through my hands, Placing down three cards from the top.
*Skit, bara korten kan hjälpa till nu. {Ah fuck, only the cards can help now.}*
It was as though a heavy weight was lifted. Cards spoke of a leap of faith, to new beginnings, and then finally friends. With a bonus card I drew without thought.
The lovers.
My heart began to quicken. Feeling a strong force pulling me into a slumber. Yawning as I laid down onto my side. The pillows beneath act as a bed.
Imagining roots growing from my body to the earth below. Grounding myself, as I envisioned the young demon. "What could possibly be coming in the near future." Whispering to no one else. Shutting my eyes, I feel myself drifting away.
Vad har jag gjort med mitt liv? {What Have I done with my life?}
Awaken by the sunshine shining in. Picking passed the curtains filling the room with an elegant glow. Grogginess clenched my mind as I tried to fully wake.
Trying to roll onto my back. Only to feel the crushing weight that laid on top of me. A groan escaped, announcing my awakening state. Met with unknown obstacles, I was trapped.
Man det var då själva fan. {For fucks sake.}
Though the urge to stretch this stiff body grew painful. Soft vibrations all around of smoothing purrs. Some were much louder and more aggressive than others. Bringing a smile to my cheeks. Admittedly through the torture of my entrapment.
YOU ARE READING
The Witch's Devil (Complete)
RomanceAfter over a decade of loneliness and abandonment,. Ember Zippel has turned her life into one of simplicity, and routine. Left alone to grow into the woman she is today. A proud witch of her craft and successful business owner even. Showing that as...
