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"Accipe me."

Before he had time to blink, the room suddenly flushed frozen. His breaths were like puffs of smoke from a dragon as he sat there, gripping his hand to stop the blood from falling onto and staining his bedsheets.

Something was off in the room. Though the windows were shut, the curtains were flowing, and even he knew something was up.

"Mark Lee. Twelve years of age. Adopted," a deep voice sounded

His pulse quickened. "W-Who's there? Is it the - the witches?!"

A deep, throaty laugh sounded from every corner of the room, but unable to see through the darkness, Mark turned every which way.

"Yes, the 'witches' are here."

"Tell me, Mark," a softer voice sounded. A pretty woman with red lips stepped into the light of the moon. "Why have you called us here?"

Mark stared at the woman. She was dressed in a long, black dress with long, wide sleeves that covered her all the way down to her feet. Up her arms was smooth, pale skin, which continued up her neck and to her face, where he noticed he was being studied by a pair of chocolatey eyes. Her long, black hair was behind her shoulders as she stood, waiting for a response.

"I-I need help. You promised help."

"I did," the woman smiled. "And I will do just that."

She got down onto one knee and held her dainty hand out.

But Mark was skeptical. "How could you help me?"

The man beside her stepped into the light now, and the boy jolted from the edge of the bed and pulled the duvet over him. "W-What are you?!"

The man smiled a gorgeous smile and pushed a hand through his black hair. "The name is Lucien, angel. It's a pleasure to meet you. And before you you see the Mother Goddess."

Mark's line of sight altered between the two before him before dropping down to the woman's extended hand. "If... I come with you now... will my family be okay?"

She nodded.

"And will they be happy?"

Again, she let her head bow respectfully. "Of course."

The boy licked his dry lips. "Their happiness is all I want," he whispered, and with the hand he had used to draw blood, he unsurely took the Goddess's hand.

As soon as he did, her lips stretched outward into an unsettling smile. "Welcome," she said with a slight chuckle.

When she stood back up to her normal height, he noticed she was almost twice his height, her head just below hitting the ceiling.

Lucien, the smirking devil by her side, was also tall and towering over him, but not as unnaturally as she was. She must have been eight foot tall.

Suddenly, his hand burned like he had never experienced before. It felt as though his flesh was melting right off the bone, and a scream bubbled in his chest.

The Goddess tipped her head to the side. "Hush," she commanded, and Mark suddenly found himself unable to make a sound.

Instead, he felt like he was choking. He started coughing, and every breath he would take in between the cough would bring back down the buzzing in his throat.

Soon, dead flies spilled from his lips and dropped onto the wooden floorboards of his bedroom. The heat coursing through his body felt like he was being cooked alive, and soon his body began to slip in and out of consciousness.

And then it all came to a stop, and a pretty, violet-pink orb floated just above the woman's palm. From the orb came a great warmth that heated up the room in a matter of seconds. "Pink... fortune. He's rare," she grinned at Lucien.

Lucien beamed. "Finally!"

Mark choked up the final flies in his torn throat. "W-Wait, I take it back. I don't need your--"

The Goddess's eyes darkened to ashes and she grabbed his jaw with her sharp nails. "It's too late," she growled, layers upon layers of voices echoing in the room. "You belong to us now."

She stood back up to her full, magnificent height, and stared the boy in the eyes before focusing on the orb in her hand. She then opened her mouth, jaw clicking and shifting until her mouth was as wide as the gap between the horns of the devil who was laughing manically beside her.

A long, leathery tongue extended from her mouth and wrapped around the pink and pulled it slowly into her mouth. Mark watched the light disappear down her throat in horror.

"Wha... what was that--?"

He suddenly collapsed onto his bed as his body flushed frozen cold.

The Goddess looked down at him as her jaw realigned. "Your lovely, delicious soul."

Mark just clawed at his skin. "I-I..."

"Lucien. Bring him," the woman ordered.

Lucien nodded. "Will do."

His arms slid under the child's convulsing body and lifted him easily into the air. "You're going to have to get used to this emptiness inside you," he said as he walked towards the large window. He kicked it open with his foot, and it sent the whole room shaking. "You're stuck with it forever," he whispered, and the three of them disappeared into the night.

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