Being cursed and haunted by a dark past, Rhea was met with so much pain that she no longer felt the need for any emotions. But because her cursed past was still dragging her down she was forced to make a pact with the devil himself to finally break...
I went back to my room and shut the door, needing the refuge it could bring to my raging emotion. No, no, no, I don't need this situation to be more complicated, I was supposed to find a way to untangle myself from these demons not get myself tempted by one them. I took a deep breath as I tried to make sense of how I found myself in that delectable situation.
It is weird how I feel like I just feasted when I hadn't even employed my power in that kiss, but my body is shaking with the amount of power that is now running through me.
I decided to take off my clothes because it seemed to be filled with his scent and it was making it hard to calm myself. I changed into a grey sleepshirt.
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And I couldn't seem to be able to stop myself from lusting for more. It is all that bastard fault that put that inducement on me, it is because of it that I went into his arms willingly. That's the only plausible explanation.
Once I get my hand on that bastard, I'll make him regret the day he put his eyes on me, but first I have to find him. An incubus isn't that easy to track, and I still need to get rid of that curse and find the person that is supposedly after my life.
As I was thinking, a crazy thought appeared in my head. No, I must still be affected by that inducement to even think about to follow with this idea. There are too many variants that could go wrong if I follow that plan, and there's one variant I don't think I'm ready to be able to handle yet, I may have been freed from my curse, but I still can't seem to be able to get out of those invisible chains.
I was so lost into my thought that I couldn't remember myself falling asleep until it was too late.
"Why don't you stay here for now princess? Or do you want to accidentally fell on the stairs again?" a little girl voice resonated in the night.
She stood on a porch of an old house while she and a group of children behind her were laughing and mocking a petite figure, that was squatting right under the rainstorm, holding nothing but a broken black umbrella that matched the sky.
"No, I don't want to stay here, it's too cold and it's raining." said the little figure crying and shaking barely holding onto the umbrella.
"But we've given you an umbrella so that you won't be cold. Didn't we? Or do you want it to get taken?" responded the same girl while turning to her friend and then to the freezing figure while laughing.
As a flash of lightning hit the sky, it illuminated the little back garden of that old house. The kid stood finally showing the face of the little figure, it was a little girl, that looked more like a fairy, but a fairy in a very sorry state.
Squatting under the rain her body filled with wound, you could see blood on her knees and cut on her face while holding an umbrella in a stormy night. The fairy's beauty could do nothing but make the scene more tear wrenching.
