→ forenote: //this is part of a story I wrote at the age of 12, called Demoness Secrets. Anniversary kiss is to celebrate the 45th chapter, totalling only 5 more chapters until the end of Hero.
This is the revised version (just like Inner Armor) of something I wrote as a youngling) . . . //
• Keepers of Ethos •
| . . . for it was not my lips you kissed, but my soul. |
→ Within our world was another, more sinister place. This place went by many names, but the most common one, Infernos. My body had never set foot in Infernos. Although I was a creature from that realm, I was raised with humans. After the eve of my seventeenth birthday, my life was changed forever.
“Stop tapping,” Wynne said to me. “You know as well as I tapping is forbidden.”
My breath came out in a huff. “Everything is forbidden,” I replied back.
Wynne glanced at me with a disappointed scowl lining his face. I sighed, leaning my head against the window of the car as rain pelted down on us — the sky was crying for me. Crying for us. My fingers continued to tap on the glass softly, tracing random patterns on the frosted and foggy window. Wynne turned his head towards me for a moment, his dark brows creasing in the center. Finally, his gloomy face looked back at the road, where gloam was setting down over the horizon.
As if by impulse, Wynne touched my knee for a second.
“Calm down, Poz,” he murmured abruptly. “You will learn soon enough. Give it time.”
My eyes narrowed. “So you say.”
“Orders only. I didn't ask to betray you.”
I licked my lips. “I don't understand why I'm here. I thought we were friends — I thought — and now here we are. . . On our way to an alternate dimension.”
My expression twisted into one of disappointment, pushing his hand off of my lap.
His own lips turned downward, into a hard curve made of cement. My heart stuttered in anger. He couldn't deny it. We both attended the same high school. He befriended me, made me confess my darkest secrets — to which he reported to the Queen of Infernos. ‘You're special, Poz,’ he had said. ‘So much potential is encased in one body. You are so important.’
I understood nothing. I understood everything.
He lied. And I was tricked.
I caught him speaking into a mirror once I fell asleep in his abode; I forced him to tell me what the hell was going on. Of course, I changed whatever plans he had for me. So here I sat, driving to a place that I could not imagine — a world of creatures that were demonic and possessed powers I could only dream of.
Yet, he still could not tell me a word.
Not until the Queen had hers first.
—
“Don't look her in the eyes,” Wynne whispered. His lips brushed my ears, wracking me with a shiver.
“You don't own me,” I growled. I ignored the heat in my chest. “Don't tell me how to live. Don't put me on display. I'm what this Queen wants, right? I'll talk to her the way I know how. You have no right to guide me,Wynne. Or is that even your real name?”
Wynne took a step back, his lips parted in a surprised O. I don't think he expected such a fierceness to explode from within me. But it was something about being in this bedroom, decorated in dark shades and an aura more powerful than any spark Wynne could ignite inside of me. I had thought that something between had been real. But I was only a chess piece.
His eyes shut briefly. “You don't know what forces you are dealing with, Poz.”
“I don't need too.”
A silence encompassed us. He seemed to have many things on his mind. But the door opened, and a small woman bowed when her eyes caught mine. They were a bold green, with slits as pupils. My breath stilled and my heart sporadically beat.
“Follow me, Keeper,” they said.
I said nothing as they rose and turned, walking down the candle lit hallways. I felt the pulse in my fingertips as I gripped my jeans. I could feel power radiate through the corridor. As I stepped over and over, a feeling unbeknownst to me pulsated and pumped. Each reverberating step made my lungs swell and expand.
Nothing I ever felt could compare to this.
“Keeper,” the woman said. “The Queen awaits inside. Peace be with you, warrior.”
As the large doors opened ominously, I was hit with the distinct scent of vanilla and . . . blood.
I entered, dread filling my every pore.
The sound of a grandfather clock ticked loudly. And when the bell rang, I jumped, clutching my heart with fear akin to terror. And that's when the Queen appeared.
She first emerged from the shadows, her eyes the only things glowing brightly like red fireflies. She had those horrible slits, daring me to look away. My sweaty palms held onto my parka tighter, a white knuckled grip. I gasped as she came out, her black dress almost like a shadow draped over her body. It swirled like an angry cloud, her face mirroring the tumultuous chaos pushing through my skull and ribcage.
Her cheeks bones were extremely noticeable, her lips a pouty, deep red that drew attention to the eyes that seemed to capture my soul. Her nails were long and black, and her hair was the same ebony — almost surreal.
“Don't look into her eyes,” Wynne had said.
I tried my best to do so, but my lips set into a determined stone edge. And with a powerful, booming voice, the Queen called upon me.
“Poz. . . Keeper of Ethos, child of Melian. I summon you to bow your head to me.”
As if forced, I bowed.
“Your Majesty of Infernos,” I said in a weak voice. “I have arrived.”
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→ Sorry it sort of sucks it was okay in the beginning but then I listened to different music and it changed the way I wanted the story.
But hey it's still decent.
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