"Oh don't look so surprised. It's not THAT big of a deal." I rolled my eyes at her shaking form and almost laughed when she paled.
"Okay. I lied. It's that big of a deal."
"Get out." She whispered, closing her eyes.
"Hmm. I didn't quite catch that. A little louder dear." I taunted and stepped up closer.
Her breath was labored and her hands clenched and unclenched at her sides. She placed one hand on the wall beside her and put her weight on the edge of the mantle above the fireplace. Lifting one hand unsteadily, she covered her mouth and I heard one deep intake of breath before her eyes suddenly snapped open.
I found myself staring into nothingness. Deep pools of bottomlessness and I knew immediately what I had gotten myself into.
"Okay now. We need to calm down before someone gets seriously hurt." I tried to reach out to her but a snarl came from her hunched over form, "Yue, can you still hear me?" I took in a quick breath as her face began to morph and change, cheek bones rising and becoming narrower, while her lips thinned and teeth sharpened to my displeasure.
"Shit." I mumbled and jumped backward before her nails, now pointed talons, could take a portion of my face off.
I had heard of this from grandfather, this change in someone.
He said that there had once been a small shop on the edge of town run by a female shaman, or a witch that was trained in medical potions and healing magic. It was her and her baby, living alone in the small cottage.
She had been treated badly by the villagers when a patient had been killed and she claimed she could not help, which, unbeknownst to the villagers, was the truth. Late at night, a mob of men from the village came, holding torches. The shaman, who had just put her baby to sleep, saw the light from the fires in the window and quickly went to meet them, expecting an injured or sick patient.
She met them at the door and was harshly pulled away from the threshold and thrown onto the ground.
As she tried to stand, feet connected with her side, knocking the wind out of her and sending her back to the earth.
Laughter came from a man at the front of the group and the woman looked up to see him lighting a few more torches. That was also the point when she realized there were no woman or children, only men. His eyes met hers and turned cold. It was the father of the man that had died she realized. He walked over to her and crouched down, grabbed her hair and yanked her up to his eye level.
"Filthy witch. You killed my son, my only happiness, I will take yours now." He dropped her head roughly and her temple made contact with a small rock on the ground.
She did not know.
How could she?
But then she heard the wails, the deafening cry's from inside.
She hadn't noticed, seen, smelled or heard.
The house was on fire, and her baby was trapped inside.
The noise became earsplitting and she started screaming. Crying. And then screaming some more. Her hands flew up and pushed the man still crouched next to her aside, and she flew toward the flames. Toward the crying. But arms restrained her and hands forced her to the floor once more.
Her movements became desperate.
She had to get to her baby.
THEIR son.
She broke free with a ravenous shout and ran toward the burning home. She flung the door open and let the fire flare out and nip at her clothing and face.
The crying faded just then.
It was still.
The flames seemed to cease burning her.
She was once again restrained, dragged back, and this time she did not struggle. She let them drag her limp body back, away from the house. Away from the silence. Her eyes unblinking. She was left. She stayed there, on her spot in front of the house, silent tears streaming down her face. An empty body with no soul remained
The fire stopped.
The ashes flew.
But in her ears, the piercing wails began again.
She stood, shakily, and trudged toward the pile of burned and decaying memories called her home. She did not cry out as her feet were singed by the remnants of wood, nor when she stepped on shattered glass that littered the grounds. She only continued toward the wailing.
The howling spiked as her sights were cast upon the remains of a broken and burned cradle, and to her horror, a small charred carcass laying in the middle.
Knees buckling, she fell beside the crib, stretching her trembling fingers toward the body.
There was no such thing as a resurrection spell. Once you leave, there is no coming back. She knew this.
The man who had died had been more than just another patient. He had been her lover. And the father of her child. She cried over his body for days. Mourned him until she felt raw, but she pulled through for her child, their child.
Days.
Weeks.
Months passed as she tried to bring her son back.
She was long passed insane. Her hair was on end, turning gray, eyes wide and colorless, pupil's dilated. She had burns and scars all over her body. The villagers would come sometimes, only men though, women and children were not allowed to go near the woman or the hill where the house was located.
Once a drunk man had come, seeking attention for a cut he received in a bar fight that evening. She only laughed and turned him away. He became angry. He hit her. Then kicked her.
Then raped her.
That night, as she lay bleeding from a cut he gave her with a knife he had concealed in the line of his pants. She knew something was happening.
She was dying.
Bleeding out.
Leaving.
She had forgotten her healing spells in that one moment. The moment she needed them most. She just cried and apologized over and over to her child in heaven.
Then it came, dark and swift. Like a voice carried on the wind.
Would you like revenge?
It took her a second, she had to convince herself she had heard correctly, before replying with a short, "who?"
Make a deal with me young witch.
"Deal?" she asked.
There was no reply for a long time. Long enough that the witch was on the edge of darkness. She knew it would be a long darkness. One full of silence. Eternal.
Then it came. The deep rumbling reply. One that turned her skin cold and caused a sinister smile to stretch across her face. And a loud crazy laugh to break out of her chest, shaking her entire body.
I will bring your child back.
Little did she know that it was a demon offering the death defying deal. She accepted happily. It saved her. Changed her. Then took over her. Fully. Like pushing a driver into the backseat, it took the wheel and floored the gas pedal.
She eyes turned black and her teeth sharpened into knives. Her nails became claws.
She turned into a demon and killed the villagers, having no rational thoughts or her own will power to stop the demon she had signed her soul over to.
In the end she was killed by a higher up warlock.
But this was what was happening to Yue.
Mikan understood now. The so-called "hex" on her father wasn't what she had made it out to be.
It wasn't a hex. It was the sign of a demon coming into contact with you. Which meant that Tsubasa and the twins probably had one too.
Mikan had to think fast or she would put the entire household into a state of danger.
Her fingers made contact with the hilt of the ivory blade underneath her vest.
The beast in front of her made a hissing noise and lunged at her, slamming into her chest and sending her to the floor while fending off claws that threatened the nape of her neck. The demon bent its head and Mikan squeezed her eyes shut as its sticky breath hit her collar bone. Then the sound of a quick intake of air through the nose was heard.
The weight disappeared and Mikan's eyes opened to find the demon on top of the couch growling, eyes locked on Mikan's form on the floor.
"What?" Mikan asked.
Ice runs through your veins, your heart does not beat.
Yue, no, the demons lips did not move. The voice came from her head. Telepathy.
'Damn. That always creeped me the fuck out.' thought Mikan.
"I have no idea what you're talking about." She said in a steady voice and tried to level the demon with her eyes, "I am a witch and a thief."
Prophesy child. Bear your burden.
"Excuse me?" Mikan stood and took two steps toward the sofa, and the demon retreated into the far corner.
Ice freezes a demons powers. Do not approach me.
"What do you mean prophesy child?"
Leaping over the couch in a swift motion, Mikan managed to corner the beast and draw her dagger, quickly positioning it under the demons throat.
Another loud growl.
"Do. Not. Fucking. Growl. At. Me." She said through clenched teeth, "Now. Before I lose my temper and force you out of her body, do me two favors."
The demon nodded its dead vigorously when she pressed the blade more forcefully against its skin, drawing blood.
"One. Take the marks off my family." When the demon hesitated she screamed, "NOW!"
The demon snapped its fingers and Mikan spread her senses, double checking.
"Good demon. Now second. What the fuck do you mean by 'prophesy child'?"
"Darkness threatens
Rage and war spreads
In a barren desert
An ice flower will blossom
White hair
Blue eyes
Frozen heart"
"Water and Air
Fire and Ice
These must combine in power
To succeed the dawning danger"
"The ice princess
A secret child
From the forgotten temple"
"Ice will freeze and fire will melt
Beware the fire
For it can consume the heart"
"The child of prophesy rises
Half thief
Half witch
Full spirit"
Mikan's p.o.v.
I am leaving. If you need me call for me.
"Why the hell would I call for you by choice? I may be stupid, but not dumb enough to call for a fucking demon. Now leave, fully, before I use a binding spell and put you in a jar and cook you, you little shit." I threatened.
My name is Greed. Goodbye for now little spirit.
"Bitch." I spit.
And he was gone.
"Whoa there." I mumbled as I caught Yue in my arms when her body went limp.
I threw the whore over my shoulder and carried her to the couch. Then just looked at her sleeping face for a second.
"I want to puke at how pretty you are." I told her sleeping face and crossed my hands over my chest.
Then an idea came to mind on how to get back at her for saying all those bitchy things earlier.
Man black pens are like miracle items you get in video games.
This bitch looks bad with a monocle and mole above her lip.
Ha.
Life's a bitch sometimes.
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