Falling for the Demon Prince

The weather on the day she died was perfect. The sun was shining brightly against the blue sky which was unexpected as the weather had been cold and grey all week. The strangely good weather should have told her that something bad was going to happen. The warm weather meant that Clara sat on the outdoor benches to eat her lunch instead of inside the school cafeteria. It was considerably more fun to sit outside by herself than in the busy cafeteria with all the noise and disdainful stares. She stuck out like a sore thumb at Trinity Academy in her second-hand school uniform. The only good thing right now was that she didn’t have long left to go before she graduated. Clara’s high intelligence unfortunately meant that instead of attending a standard high school where there would be more people in a similar situation as her, she had earned a scholarship to attend a posh private school where all the students came from rich and well-connected families. As a scholarship student with fos

Clara took a deep breath to steel herself before facing Caiden. She shouldn’t show that she was having second thoughts about the contract she had just made. She needed to look like she knew what she was doing. “How are you going to help me get revenge if we are still here?” she questioned. Caiden didn’t look perturbed by her question which gave her confidence in his abilities to help her out with her mission for revenge. “I can’t bring you back to life as you were. It’s not something I can do and it wouldn't be possible to get revenge as Clara Kennedy. I caught you here because there is someone with a compatible body available. Your soul can inhabit her body.” Clara narrowed her eyes. It was a relief to hear that she wouldn’t have to return to her old life again, but she was skeptical of his logic. “How is that going to work then?” she asked with a glare. Caiden put his hand on her shoulder and looked down at her. “To explain it in the simplest way, I am going to transplant

Clara was pleased to hear confirmation that she was going to get revenge against those who had hurt her. It gave her some hope that everything would work out for her despite the odd circumstances. She smiled to herself and Caiden patted her head. It was an strangely tender gesture from a demon. “I would like to say that what I can see is far in the future. It’s going to take some time to build up to it. Are you willing to do that?” Caiden asked. Clara didn’t like the idea of waiting a long time to get revenge, she didn’t feel patient right now. She thought about the portrayals of revenge she had seen in popular media. Some people waited a very long time to get revenge and the phrase ‘revenge is a dish best served cold' was often thrown around. She could wait a while so she could perfect her revenge against everyone who had driven her to death. “That’s fine as long as I eventually get revenge,” she replied. *** Breakfast was a simple meal of toast, fruit and orange juice.

Caiden nodded in reply. Clara could tell that he was pleased with her answer. It also felt like he had been expecting her to say that.  “I thought you would say that when you saw Clarissa’s memories,” he said. “I will leave now so you can shower in peace. We can talk about revenge later.”  He let go of her hand and promptly disappeared. By now Clara was used to the quick disappearing act and didn’t bother to wonder where he had gone.  She returned to the bathroom and gave the bath a wide berth. It wasn’t the same bath Clarissa had used as she had been in a guest bathroom, but it was still a bath.  Instead, she picked out a shampoo for dyed hair and a hair mask and had a long shower, being careful not to get the covered knife slash wounds wet. Feeling the hot water against her matted hair and sweaty skin was cathartic for her and she felt r

Clara’s reaction to that line was to throw her pen at Caiden. He disappeared before it could hit him and she was left glaring at empty space. She sighed and picked her pen off the floor. Sometimes he was very annoying, but most of the time he was oddly kind for a demon. She still didn’t quite know what to make of the demon she was bonded to. She looked down at her notes again. Revenge didn’t seem as easy now that she knew she would have to somehow get hold of all the evidence needed to prove Beryl’s wrongdoing. How was she going to do that by herself? To obtain James’ financial records she would either have to ask him, ask his financial advisor or somehow steal them herself. She sighed and closed her notebook. There was no chance any of them were possible. James might love his granddaughter, but he was never going to disclose very personal financial information to her and neither would his financial advisor. She needed to ask Caiden for more advice. He would know a way to ge