Bewitching the Demon ✓ (GxG)

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Never get knocked up by a demon—-Eliesavetta Kovacheva had to learn that piece of advice the hard way.

      Haynes Academy had a plethora of tests each young witch had to go through to prove their worth and abilities… Or their lack thereof.

     At five, they tested basic magic abilities.

     At ten, they tested to see who was psychic and who was not—-those who did possess psychic abilities continued on to higher learning, while a more grim fate was bestowed upon those who didn't have those abilities; those who didn't have psychic abilities were cut off from magic in a way.

     They'd have grand ceremonies all based around the idea of cutting out someone's tongue to bar them from casting spells.

      At fourteen and fifteen, young witches were pulled to the side to see if they could resist the temptation of a demon—-most succumbed and died gruesomely.

      Leslie, herself, had also succumbed to a demon's offers and temptations—-unlike everyone else who had given in though, she was still walking, breathing, and living.

     Leslie wasn't quite sure how she didn't die by giving in—-the fact was still a great, big mystery to her—-one of which she found herself pondering many times late at night.

      Leslie's current hypothesis? Something about her being part vampire kept her alive.

      Leslie's father—-Nikola Kovachev—-was a vampire. Leslie's younger half-brother—-Ivaylo—-was also a vampire.

     Compared to Nikola and Ivaylo, Leslie was odd—-with her being arcane-blooded in all.

      Leslie spent most of her time at the academy instead of being with her father and half-brother.

      Witches were highly oppressed by the outside world—-as a result, most of them resided in the Haynes Academy for centuries upon centuries.

     When a new witch was born, they'd be whisked away to the Academy for what they thought was their "protection".

     While Leslie's family relaxed in the countryside of Bulgaria, Leslie was condemned to a old, tattered, tower in Italy, busy working her ass off just to prove her worth to a whole bunch of stuck-up old crones.

      Leslie had almost nothing in the tower—-most other witches hated her because they thought she was "perfect".

      They wouldn't think I was perfect if they found out I succumbed to the demon, she'd always think to herself after these encounters with others who were gifted in the arcane arts.

     All Leslie had was her two friends—-Sage Bishop and Mycah Sokal-Salcedo—-both of them were witches like her.

    Then there was Leslie's toddler son—-Tsvetomir.

     Tsvetomir was what Leslie was left with after falling victim to the demon.

      Leslie had been completely and utterly terrified when she had first found out about her son—-mainly because she was so young herself.

     Leslie at first thought about seeking out some sort of aid, but she knew she couldn't say anything to anyone without risking everyone in the academy knowing she succumbed to the demon.

     So, she had her son and never said anything to anyone about the matter—-well, except for Sage and Mycah of course.

     Leslie planned to keep Tomi hidden from everyone else at the academy—-especially from Iris Haynes herself. Leslie had begged the counselors to give her own dorm room without any roommates, believing this was the best course of action to keep her son's existence hidden from everyone else.

      And somehow, Leslie's begging worked.

      Crayons and toys laid strown out across the ground of Leslie's dorm room.

       Leslie stepped forward, her high-heeled boot accidentally stepping on one of the crayons. She lifted her leg up, looking down to the ground soon after the snapping noise.

      On the ground, broken into three small pieces, was a cerulean crayon.

     Leslie sighed. "Tomi's gonna be upset," she whispered to herself before groaning.

     Leslie looked out to the window, seeing how the sun began to set outside the castle. She shook her head, mumbling something quietly to herself before picking up all of the crayons and putting them all back in the box—-the box was put away onto a desk.

     She let her red eyes scan the surroundings of her room. "Great." She groaned once more. "Now I just gotta clean this mess." She sighed once again before picking up all of Tsvetomir's toys and putting them away.

     "Tomi? Honey?" Leslie began to call out for her toddler son.

     Tomi giggled from the next room over.

     Leslie followed the sound of the three-year-old's laughter. She entered the room he resided in only to see Tomi trying to draw on the wall with marker. "Tomi… What are you doing?" Leslie asked, sounding exasperated.

     "Art," the little boy said, excitedly.

     Leslie exhaled heavily as she examined the wall.

     All that resided on the wall was one very small green mark.

     "Okay, um…" Leslie began to say. "It's fine… No one will notice it." She leaned down putting the caps on the markers before putting them back in the box and putting the box away.

     "Let's get that off your face," Leslie said, talking about the marks on his cheeks as she picked the toddler up.

     Leslie sat the boy on his bed before taking a wet rag to his face to clean up the marker.

      Tomi giggled several times during this process.

     "Come on, bud," the witch began to say. "Let's get you ready for bed."

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     Tomi giggled as his mother pulled the blankets over him to tuck him in for the night. "Story! Story!" The little boy insisted.

     Leslie sounded a little amused. "You want to hear a story?"

     Tsvetomir nodded.

      Leslie sat on the edge of the bed, thinking for a moment. "Let's see… uh…" She sucked in a breath. "Oh! I know." She looked over at her son. "Once upon a time… There was a princess who lived in a tall tower… The princess only had the company of her son, who was so very dear to her. Each day, the princess was forced to go through several trials… Each was taxing on her… It made her sad."

     Tomi seemed engrossed in the story.

     "The princess was truly trapped within the tower… and she waited… Just kept waiting for her knight to come rescue her," Leslie said. She placed a kiss on Tomi's forehead. She stood, blowing out the candle.

    "Mama?" Tomi began. "Did the princess ever get rescued?"

     "Not yet… but someday she will," Leslie responded as she stood in the doorway.

     "Goodnight, Mama," Tomi whispered.

     Leslie faintly smiled back at the little boy. "Goodnight, little prince."