The Devil's Maid

Chapter 2

Hi! Here's the devil's POV. I mean Cane's. Hope you like it. ^⁠_⁠^

Warning of the grammatical errors and wrong grammars since English is my second language. Also guys sa mga bad words kapag hindi po kayo comfortable about sa mga ganyan you're free to leave this story peacefully po.

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Cane's POV

Damn it! I clenched my fist as I sat on my chair. Hinilot ko yung bridge ng ilong ko dahil sa galit. Nanggigigil na sinipa ko yung trashbin na nasa gilid ng table ko.

"Shit!"

Ano ba ang nangyayari sa'kin? Who's that woman? She looks really Elizabeth! How come? She's not like us. She's human for fuck sake! Ilang dekada na ang nakalipas simula nung iniwan niya ako. Paano nangyari na nasa harap ko lang siya kanina lang?

Kinuha ko yung wine glass na may laman na alak sa gilid ng table ko saka inisang lagok lahat at humahangos na tumayo.

"I need to clear this things up." I whispered as I walked towards the door I've never been entered since she left me.

Hinawakan ko yung doorknob. Nakatayo lang ako sa harap ng pinto. Nagpakawala muna ako ng malakas na buntong hininga bago binuksan. Bumungad sa'kin ang maalikabok na paligid.

This room was supposed to be Elizabeth's room. I walked towards her bed. It'll the same bed where she used to sleep years ago. I can't help but let out a small sigh.

Nandito pa rin yung sakit. Ilang dekada na ang nakalipas hindi ko pa rin siya limot. I'm still waiting for her to come back. Pero inabot na ako ng ilang dekada wala pa rin Elizabeth na bumalik, but not until I saw this woman on this morning watering those red roses outside.

The first time she entered my room my heart beats fast as I smelled her blood. Her scent... it was familiar. She smells like Elizabeth. My blood boils when I confirmed that she had a same blood like her.

Who the fuck is she?

Hindi na ako nakapagtimpi kanina. Nasakal ko na siya. Nangigigil ako, bakit hindi niya ako kilala? Totoo ba na hindi siya si Elizabeth?

Inilibot ko yung paningin sa paligid. Dust are everywhere. Wala akong pinapasok na kahit sino dito, mismong ako lamang. Napunta yung tingin ko sa malaking painting na nasa harap ko. Agad ko itong nilapitan.

It was her. Elizabeth. She was still young that time when she asked me to paint her. I stared at her eyes like it was real. She was smiling brightly in the painting. Her innocent face are driving me crazy over years.

I looked closely at the painting. I noticed something on the tip of the frame. Parang papel ito na naka piit sa likod ng frame. Agad ko itong kinuha. My brows met in confusion.

What is this?

Binuksan ko ito at nagulat ako dahil sulat pala ito. Ang luma na ng papel kaya sobrang nipis na at nagiging yellow brown yung kulay. My heart starts to beat so fast when I recognized the hand written. It's from Elizabeth... she wrote a letter?

From: Your Elizabeth.
To: Cane Vonn Demitreo.

4/8/1915

Mahal ko,

Patawarin mo ako Cane... patawad dahil kailangan kitang iwan. Alam ko na darating ang panahon na matagpuan mo ang sulat na ito, sana magbigay ito ng linaw sa isip mo. Mahal na mahal kita irog ko.