Something filthy about Mr.Haynes

Not good enough!

Serene's POV

"Are you ready, darling?"

I shook my head for 'no'. My hand trembled the second I was about to turn the door handle. Was I dressed good enough? Was I ready to face what's unavoidable? "To receive my punishment for the things I didn't do? Of course i'm not."

"Stings, doesn't it?"-a demon roared by my side and took my palm away from the handle. "Knowing you're not good enough for this world?"

"It's the hell, darling!"-i scoffed in ironic manner, my tone resembling his. "Just like you said! Give me a weapon and i'll give you one good reason to punish me!"

"Now now... gather yourself and play nicely! If you're sweet enough the council might even like you!"

"What's in it for me?"

"They may grant you life!"

"I doubt that. They have made a decision, obviously. It's just a formality, so my death seems fair. They decided long ago already."

"You're not that stupid, after all. Now I can see it. But best part is that your beloved one doesn't know it. Let's keep it this way."

"He's not my beloved one. And he knows the risk. Chad won't let them hurt me. He would rather kill all of you!"

"Really? Then why is he drinking with the devil himself?"

The door opened up widely and I froze on the porch, seeing multiple yellow and red razor sharp eyes blaze at me.

It took a lot of strength to try and hold myself steady, to not break on the presence of all those people. I took few deep breaths in order to concentrate and step in with dignity. There was no way I was going to let them humiliate me or laugh at me when they realized how frightened I was.

There they were- the Duke in perfectly clinging tuxedo was sitting on his throne, in the end of a table, who carefully wiped red shimmering liquid off of his lips and rose to his feet, stepping towards to welcome me.

I took a fearful, insecure step onto the marble, my high heels trimming upon the floors.

There were candles on the table, precisely positioned from one another in accurately exact distance. The flames rose in an instant, as soon as the heavy door closed behind me and goose of fresh air scattered into the hall.

I turned my head slightly, seeing Marathael storm towards the table, lined with tones of food. Two guards by the door froze in focused positions and didn't move, as if they were forbidden.

Fierce slap of the frame was sort of a hint. Quite obvious in fact- next time it opens up only to get rid of my dead body.

Anyhow, I quickly glanced around the hall, once again devouring all the gold carvings upon the walls and ceiling and huge silk curtains, scattering above the black marble.

There were a bunch of other people from the pictures, who's blamingly looking eyes traced every inch of my frame and once in a while they whispered something, making their eyes squint at me again.

They had hoods on their broad shoulders, though you could see some fancy costumes underneath that didn't look less impressive. And horns, of course. So sharp and black I couldn't look properly. And I gazed away. Disgusted smile I tried to hide was quite obvious, but I was no good at pretending.

"Such a lovely young lady!"-one of them moaned.

"She's the reason of a doom settling upon the underworld kingdom! No beauty in our death the man oath to see!"

"A child caused a doom? You are all fools, my dear!"

"Let's kill her now!"-the one of them hissed and raised a goblet to his lips.