The Devil's Daughter (The Devil's Curse Prequel)

Part Three: The Creature

I awoke inside a coffin. It was extremely uncomfortable and there was little air in it. Using the immense strength that I had been gifted with when my powers had awakened, I shoved the lid of the coffin open and broke through the ground. Dusty and a little dizzy, I emerged from the coffin and saw that it was the middle of the night and that I was in a cemetery. If I'd only been gone a few days, they wouldn't have had time to bury me yet...right?

I was wearing different clothes than I'd been wearing in the car accident, I was in a black dress that resembled a gothic doll's and I saw that I had a scar along my rib cage from what looked to be failed surgery. My pentagram scar was all healed up and so was the one on my cheek. My hair was short and pink like I'd cut it when I was in Hell. My mother would be furious with me when she saw what I'd done to my hair. Although, I figured she'd rather have me alive with hair she didn't like than dead.

As I walked through the cemetery, I noticed strange people that would disappear when I got too close to them. It was only then when I'd stepped on a grave that one of them spoke to me.

"Watch where you're going!" A girl close to my age said.

"I didn't think I ran into you." I said quietly.

"Maybe not me, but you stepped on my body!"

I looked down at my feet and found a small tombstone with a girl's name on it. She was only sixteen.

"You're a ghost?" I asked quietly.

"What did you think I was? Aren't you one too?"

"Uh..."

"Recently deceased maybe?"

"I'm alive."

"What? How can you see me?" She stepped closer to me. "Are you a demon? Perhaps a vampire? I mean, you have fangs, you must be one of those."

I blinked. I still had fangs?

"I'm a half demon, my name is Ruby Ciaran, I'm the devil's daughter."

Her eyes widened. "You're the daughter of Satan?"

"That's what I said."

"Oh my, I'm sorry, Your Majesty, I didn't realize who you were."

"I thought I only had power over Hell."

"You have power over all of the dead and living alike."

"Oh, I didn't know that."

"Well, just apologize next time you step on a body, it's rude."

"Got it, I'm sorry about that, won't happen again."

Continuing on, I soon made it into town and was met with a sign that confused me. It was in front of the little Catholic church building that was in town but according to the sign, it was August fifteenth. I'd died on July fifteenth. A man came out of the building and was walking toward his car in the parking lot behind it.

"Excuse me, sir." I said, approaching him. "What day is it?"

"August fifteenth like the sign says." He answered nodding to the sign.

"Dammit." I mumbled.

"Hey...aren't you that Ciaran girl? The one that they just...wait you're dead."

"I'm sorry you must have me confused with someone else." I said, realizing I couldn't pretend that everything was okay and show up like nothing happened. "I'm Scarlette. Scarlette, uh, Darce."

Vale's last name was the only one that I could come up with.

"You look a lot like her." He then went back to getting into his car.