The Reaper Saga [Book 1-3]

FIRST MEETING [EDITED]

"What have you done to me? Why do I speak like that?"

The mysterious man in front of me demanded again with a voice I couldn't ignore. Rich and with an accent I wasn't familiar with. I could ask what was wrong with him but there was an angry mob behind me and I was barely holding onto my sanity as it was.

"You know me, you had to be. I'm remembering-" He snapped his fingers with an alarmingly fast motion. "You were going to embrace my friend also known as death. But given the consequences, you woke me up-you, you are my bride."

No, God, no.

It couldn't be...

The man in front of me was dressed in a black robe which was in the same condition as mine. Torn in places and dirt all over it. I had to crane my neck to meet his eyes. And his hair...it should be sinful to have such hair. I almost wanted to touch his long midnight black hair which had soft curls hiding his right eye. But if he really was who he's hinting at-no, it was too far-fetched.

"Oh! For devil's sake! The first time I've got to marry a lady who turned out to be deaf!" He fake gasped clamping his mouth with his hands in an over irritating way like the girls in the clan used to do to make me angry.

"Who exactly are you?" I meant to shout but all it came out as a horrified whisper.

"Oh. Look at that! You can speak. And here I thought I was talking to a deaf and mute." He clapped happily making me grit my teeth. Did he seriously just insulted me?

Screw politeness, he deserved none of it. "You didn't answer my question, you asshole. Who are you?"

The man seemed hell-bent on ignoring my plea for answers as his lips twitched into a grin. "Such dirty mouth for a young lady! No, that won't do. Once this matrimony is done, we need to have a serious talk about that kind of behavior. I think I even have the-"

He stopped to look for something in his cloak but it came out empty as the grin disappeared from his face, leaving a frown. "Oh well...I thought the ring would appear with the ceremony on its own. My mistake, now where were we?"

That deranged good for nothing marriage...no, thank you.

"I don't know what you are talking about. There isn't any matrimony going on." Not if I had any say in that.

His frown deepened. "You forgot it already? Oh, the melodious chants, the screams of those witches, and the scary sound of your vows. Ouch! That hurts Emeline. That really hurts!"

My eyes widened in fear. For him to know my name, he could only be a trick of my mind or worse...

"You are not real." I cursed, beating my chest to find a pulse. "Shit! Am I dead?"

If I get stuck as a vengeful spirit forever, I swear on Madam Florence's eyes that I'll kill him.

"Don't be so dramatic, you are alive. Tell me, who do you think I am, Emeline? Someone you conjured up in your mind? Or someone very much real?" All emotions vanished from his face as he asked me the one question that I was trying to avoid. Besides, for someone dead, he was starting to sound too convincing. But why me? Why was he lying?

What was the purpose?

Darkness couldn't be alive, it was impossible.

Then again, the prophecy was turning out to be wrong on so many levels.

So looking up at the devil in disguise, with a calm voice I stated what I really thought about his claim. "Listen here whoever you are, you are not that person you are trying to call yourself. That was a dead man in a grave, God knows maybe his bones even have become ashes by now. Someone has sent you to kill me. Admit it."