Cursed To Be His Bride ✔️

Chapter Forty Four: Lisa

The girl was young, she was turned at a young age and now she was going to repay her master for that kindness.

There were people whispering things in the air, women dressed in dark and white, clutching some leather books closer to their bosoms. Some held a cross around their necks and some held onto the Bible for dear life.

It was no place for children; it was no place for old. Youngsters and adults had taken up to them to take this step, the consequences be damned.

And she was one of them, she was a youngster, she wasn’t a monster, she wasn’t a human, she was neither but she was here, hidden in the throng that lamented at the loss of the dear lives.

She wasn’t sure though, she had no idea where to stand. On her right were the people she grew up with and on the left, the ones who gave her new life.

Both of them were monsters in her eyes but none would accept. She was both of them and at once neither of them. She was different and that was a curse that made her blood impure.

But who should she support? She was bemused with her situation, baffled with her choices. She loved both of the monsters and couldn’t betray one.

That was her excuse for not saying a word against that so-called cruelty.

The women in dark dresses gathered around the coffin in which her dear life lied. He’d lost but not entirely and the people wanted to get rid of him. This was the only thing they could think of.

The women chanted in foreign language as the ground was purged with holy water. They were going to use it to seal the coffin once and for all. So the demon would never take a dear life again but rest assured, he was the demon and there was always a nightfall after the daylight.

He’d always come back and the girl dreaded that because when he did, he would make sure to make her pay.

I lay dead in the coffin. My breath was slowing down every second, my heart was barely beating and I could feel my soul drifting away.

I was dying and I could feel the pain in every single vein and muscle in body. My organs and cells had stopped working; they weren't getting the energy they required.

Moving even the slightest tip of my finger seemed impossible. In my mind it had been an awful year but I knew in reality I must've laid there for only ten seconds or so.

The darkness around me that clouded my eyes was compelling me to give in. There was no hope I'd left with, no courage.

It was worse than the feeling I had when Julie was possessed for the first time. I went blank for an entire night and now not only mentally but physically I had no motion left, my fragile body had given up on me, given up on being alive.

I didn't know how I got there, what made me think such a thing but I gave up and slowly and gradually began to give in to death, losing the slightest bit of hope to live.

I wanted to die and there was a strong will behind that voice that raged in me.

I was about to shut my eyes knowing it wouldn't make a difference but just then a wide light beamed on my face as if I had suddenly found heaven as the soft wind caressed my face and I could truly breathe—the good sensation although swiftly faded by the coughs I let out to breath profusely in the less tainted air.

The light had made me squint and now was burning into my flesh as someone hauled me up from the coffin and perched me down on the cold floor.

I shivered from the touch of the coldness on my skin and at the contact his hands made with me.