Even Demons Need Love UNDER MAJOR EDITING

Prologue

Her blonde curls cascade across my older sisters chest. I giggle as her light blue eyes cross, she smiles at me. I look up at my mothers black curls pulled up in a stylish bun. She looks at me her lips pulled into a tight smile. The carriage hit a pothole in the road, my mother laid her head back and closed her eyes. She had always been terrified of carriages. She said they were making the men of our world lazy. I didn't know if I agreed with her yet. My father would scold her, so I guess it was a bad thing to say. I turn to my father, his short golden hair glistened in the sun, I giggle and he too smiles at me. suddenly the cart lurches forward. I hear a deathly sound, the sound of wood snapping and screaming. I squeeze my eyes shut, I guess my mothers fear rubbed off on me a little. The carriage had stopped moving so I deemed it okay to open my eyes. Mamas head dropped down, has a thick, hot, red, sticky liquid dripping from her mouth onto my forehead. I turn my head I see my father laying on the carriage floor a large pool of the same substance growing around his head. I start to cry, what was happening? I was gently pulled out of my mothers stiff hands and out of the carriage. I start to scream for Mama, but I look up and smile when I see Emmer.

"Jackson." she whispered. She sinks to her knees and starts to sob into me.

Emmers POV

I hear the footsteps approach, the heels of a mans loafer clicks against the wooden bridge. I look up my eyes blurry from he tears I had been using Jackson to catch. I look at my precious little brother, he can't grow up without parents, I will do whatever it takes. I look up at the man who was now standing in front of me, my vision now blurred from the sun rays shining behind him instead.

"Please, my parents, they are still inside, please..." I beg looking down at Jackson. "just save them." he squats down and looks at Jackson.

"What's his name?" his voice soft and sweet.

"J.. Jackson." I stutter out fear engulfing me as I see his black eyes. He smiles, a crooked evil smile that I felt no mortal man could bear.

"Now you don't want Jackson to grow up without a set of loving parents do you?" I shake my head vigorously. "I can help, but one thing,"

"What will I gain?" He whispers in my ear, his hand gently stroking my arm sending chills up my spine.

I squint and hold back the tears.

"Anything." I manage to croak out. "Anything at all, just... Just save them."

His hand lifts and it's at that moment, everything changed.

Ten years later...

Jacksons POV

"Jackson!" My mother shouted angrily.

"One moment mother!" I quickly hide the broken vase under my bed before thundering down the first flight of stairs. I stop at the second seeing Mrs. Ellenwood, my teacher, standing talking to my mother. Oh no. Mrs. Ellenwood politely excuses herself, walking out to her carriage.

"When your father gets home," She scolds as she spots me. "You won't be allowed out until your his age!" huffing, mother picks up her skirts and stalks out. I sit on the steps and groan. I suddenly think of Emmer and if this how she was treated when she was growing up. I guess I'll never be able to ask her that though. I chuckle a little before walking upstairs

I'm sitting on my bed thinking of running away when I hear the front door open.

"I'm home!" My fathers cheery voice rings trough the house. Great.