Hell Is empty
and all the devils are here
-William Shakespeare
Emma squitted in the sunlight. Her large round glasses made the effect of the sunlight a little more blinding.
She looked towards the gothic like motel the cab left her at. It had the words "Las revêrie" engraved in an elegant font.
When ever they came to new orleans this where they always stayed. She had loved the place she always thought they was a bit of magic to it.
It was pretty nice. Courtsey of the old care taker monsieur labet. An old french man who was friends with my dad.
Atleast thats what aunt olly told me. I cant say for sure i never really knew him, my dad. Or my mother.
They had died in a car accident 2 months after i was born. I was practically raises by aunt olly but she's dead to.
A cold chill that had nothing to do with the windy weather ran through emma's body as she remembered walking into aunty olly's room and finding her sleeping on her bed except she wasnt asleep.
Emma shook off the images and the sudden urge to hurl. But this was a new year at 18 she had graduated highschool with straight A's .
She was to spend the summer in new orleans before heading to england to join stanford.
"Ohk, new year what's the worst that could happen." She told herself as she pulled her luggage up the stairs.
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ANGELIC DEMONS
FantasyMagic is energy. And energy cannot die or be destroyed but only converted from one form to another...... So those stories you've been told. Those legends and myths......they are all true. So when you move to a city thats the heart of magic, it would...
