The Witch's Devil (Complete)

Chapter 13, Rainy Day

Embers POV~

My eyes flutter open, waking up in the darkness of my room. I groan out from tirednesses holding onto my body. I'm trapped in by all of my feline family together. Battling my eyes to stay open, they feel so heavy. Duking it out as the body wants to fall back to sleep. A dark icy gloom hung over me, like a dark cloud threatening a storm, on this hallow's eve of all days.

What a terrible night.

I get up out of bed and look out the window, I see a pitch black cloud covering the skies. No sunlight in sight and the air felt sickly tense. A darkness draining all life itself. This is an important time for witches around the world. Yet this day felt different then years passed. Strong feelings brought worry to my gut. Twisting my insides into knots. Making me concerned for what the day holds.

Such a disgusting looking day.

Sinking into my bed, the mattress swallowed me whole. Soothing sounds of purring motorboats all around. Slipping into a relaxed meditation. Emptying my thoughts, calming my racing heart.

Besides, everyone knows the golden law of cat ownership. Never disturb sleeping cats as they lay on you.

Giggling softly as I enjoy my late morning snuggles. Only for some to grow ever annoyed with the inconvenience of my breathing. Prompting a mass exodus of all my feline companions. How rude of you all. Much to my grave disappointment, I now had no choice but to get up for the day.

Once dressed in a flowing black spaghetti strap floor length dress. Paired with a black waist corset, striped stockings, and chunky heel platform shoes. Accessorizing light makeup, a laced choker, and a silver Celtic crescent moon necklace for protection. Looking back at myself in the mirror. Seeing the dark circles peaking through. Exhaustion came over my entire being.

If death was here she would think I'm one of hers to collect.

After a few hours, I worked on a few spell jars for clients. Finishing up packing my bag, placing out cat food, grabbing a knitted shawl. Saying goodbyes alongside chin scratches to each furry baby.

Hurrying on my way to the bookshop. Taking the usual route, making the usual stops. The Devil's Den colony is as lively as ever, which always brought me joy. Feeding them their canned cat food. Screams, meows, and yawls sung a strange heartwarming melody. I needed this on this cold day.

Seeing them all healthy, happy, thriving in their home. They were my second family. Oh how I wish I could enjoy their company longer. Knowing my attention needed to be elsewhere.

I don't want to leave. I want to live here forever in the body of a cat. Oh I could be a fluffy orange ball!

Shaking off those intrusive, damaging thoughts. Continuing on my way; the looming dark cloud grew ever darker. Glancing upwards, it was night in the middle of the day.

"Oh gods." Escaped from my lips. Picking up my pace. Going as fast as my shoes would allow.
Abhorrent day for chunky heels! What was I thinking!Sidewalks were emptied, everyone had gone inside. Escaping the storm's incoming wrath.

As I got closer, a glimpse of hope washed over me. Only to soon realize, no, what washed over me was instead rain pouring down. Drenched down to my bones. Protecting my satchel bag with my body as best as possible.

Giving up on running. Walking through the wall of rain. Not wanting to end up injured. Only a couple blocks to go. I will be there soon enough.

Through Mother Nature, a refreshing rain storm was welcomed. Just why couldn't it be later at night so I could enjoy it better. I may have even danced in my backyard. Allowing the skies tears to wash me. Sighing heavily in the grasp of my depression.