Downfall

Chapter 6

Sleeping was a torture, for every time she closed her eyes she kept seeing made up images of those two assholes fucking, replaying the sounds she had heard in her head.

For God's sake.

I cannot be thinking about this.

But she was, and she knew the thing had in part aroused her, which she hated. It had been almost two years since she had broken up with her boyfriend, and the depression that occurred after her injury had not helped in finding someone else to have fun with.

How she missed it, though.

Finding it impossible to draft away in a dream, she woke up.

Her room was dark, only a small candle illuminating the ambience, with the simple bed and a makeshift dresser, some more of those brown linen things supposedly called outfits inside, made for servants not to stand out, comfortable enough to move around, but certainly not suiting.

She wore one, its soft fabric exceptionally nice on the skin, fixing it on the hips with a black sash, made of a type of leather she did not want to know what it was.

Tired and flushed, she made her way to her kitchen, thinking that cooking breakfast was definitely better than rolling in bed thinking about how that beautiful body of Moros could move under those same sheets.

Come on Ase, be serious.

She slapped her cheeks with her hands.

They had talked about something new, something interesting. Rebellion, by some people who had tried it before, in a place called Barrenlands. Was that a clue?

Was this rebellion what she had to focus on? Maybe it was the key to bring the downfall of this Kingdom, the fall of Inferi, the death of Moros'thaas.

She had to learn more.

The sky through the large windows of the corridor she had to pass by was still dark, no stars in sight but the two large moos drifting in the black mantle of night.

With no reference, she had no idea what time it was. Maybe 4 AM? Maybe 6? She would have found out eventually, learned how to read the sky also in that world.

Rirgen had left something for her on the table, a little cup with some white powder in it, which took a minute to realize it was flour.

"Yes! I can finally make bread." Her victorious whisper echoed in the room. "Now I just have to understand how to cook it without an oven..." She put a hand on her chin, reflecting.

A little meow got her attention, coming from the outside of the door.

What?

Another, followed by some scratches on the wood.

A cat? Here? It can't be.

She walked towards the entrance, brows furrowed.

Why would demons have a cat?

The meowing continued, as the scratching did.

What if it's not a cat but a night monster roaming the castle and as soon as I open it's gonna eat me? She shook her head. No Ase, you've seen too many horror movies.

But wasn't the situation she was in horror itself?

Slowly, she opened the door, separating the wood from the stony wall, as a black ball of fur entered, unbothered, hopping onto the kitchen counter.

Cats...

She left the door ajar, in the event that the little beast was more than little.

"Hello. Who are you?" She dared ask, looking as the creature jumped once more, ending on a shelf where some jars were stored and sitting. It was pitch black, its fur slightly long, with two gorgeous amaranth eyes, blinking towards her.