The Demon King's Bride

“A demon attacked the outskirt of Menna again, my dear priestess! The Demon King’s pawn has gone far beyond our borders once more!” Attari, the commander of the land governed by the monks, priests, and priestesses, reported to Clairra, the highest priestess.“And what remains of the village? You have troops, a priest, what had happened?” Clairra asked, her voice mellow as she performs a prayer.“He appeared before us, my dear priestess!”Finally, Clairra opened her eyes of amber, staring into her the lighted incense but her mind wandered through. The Demon King, stepping inside the light’s territory? He must be mad!“Who else has seen him, Attari?”“The villagers, my priestess.”“Did he harm anyone? Told anyone what reason he has to have stepped inside the sacred land?”Attari took a moment to respond. “The survivors told us he did not harm any of the people but his demons did! He only stared at this tower, like he was looking for something, my priestess.”But he could barely see the

Tomorrow came by fast for Serra. Her eyes were a little puffed from crying and deciding what she has to do. Surely she won’t be able to go to the police and help when she was warned by those loan sharks that even the police officers are in alliance with them. She is dead meat.“Serra!” Marmi calls, running to her with a big bright smile. But when she got close her smiles faded. “What’s with your face? Are you okay?!”Serra had to level the kind of smile Marmi had. “Yes! And to support the yes, do you have a concert that is free tonight? I think I want to go have fun with you!”“What?” Marmi’s jaw dropped and her face came alive once more. “Of course! There is one at the Loop’s Dome! The Rocketeers are performing! Are you sure?”“Yes, I am so sure!” Serra giggles that made Marmi hug her tightly, shifting weight side by side. This is where Serra flashed a sad smile. At least for the last time, she is going to make her friend happy. “We better get to class first, Marmi!”“Oh, yeah! We’re

"And you are here once more, priestess of the East."Clairra swallowed hard as she raises her head. She was scared of the tomorrow without her looking after her people but this sacrifice that she's going to make is for her people. And to the soul that's from another world, she hopes she doesn't try to die in this era as well. "I have decided," she stated. "I bargain my soul for that spell, Sage of No Name.""Very well," he uttered, taking heavy steps towards her and stopping when he was in front of her. His finger slowly lifted and touched her forehead. A crescent moon marking appeared on her forehead but after a second, it disappeared. "Your lips are to be touched by the demon's lips and he will be under your command.""Will it really work?"The Sage of No Name slowly nodded his head. "Once you do, your soul will be bargained. You're wise. You would not show up in front of me if you had not found yourself a solution, priestess of the east.""Of course!"For the first time, the Sage

(Serra's POV)The letter didn't contain why I couldn't remember living as Clairra. Written there were just details of who Clairra is, her responsibilities as a priestess and to take care of her husband-to-be. If I am really Clairra, why would I write that letter? Have I known that I would forget?"My priestess, is the temperature of the water just right?" Eyaren asked.I open my eyes and turned to her with a smile. "Yes, it is. I'm just really wondering why there have to be so many servants in this room when I can bathe myself." "I can make them leave, priestess.""Please do."Eyaren did as I instructed. Finally! Time for me to think. I still can't shake the fact that this seemed like a dream or an experiment. What if I was just saved to be fooled into thinking I'm in another universe? Scientists are crazy. The world has gone insane so it can be the answer.This isn't my only problem. I am going to get married soon to someone I don't recall ever meeting. Do I even love him? Maybe w

Serra was told to rest by the demon that took her. It has never occurred to her until now that she doesn't know his name yet. She couldn't sleep knowing she is in an unfamiliar place again. Why don't I check the place? Tiptoeing to the door, she reaches for the handle. Her face lightened when she found the door unlocked. She sticks her head out, looks right, and then left. There was no guard at all so she opened the door wider and stepped outside. The only lights were from candles and she felt terrified. "Ha! This is nothing compared to my way home in that other world!" She muttered and bravely made her way to the hallway. As she goes on, she finds scratched paintings and most of them ruined, hanging for their existence. Some of it is even on the cold floor already and she swallows hard, thinking about the danger she might encounter. Not long enough she finds herself in front of a staircase. This seemed to be a ballroom with a roof made of glass in which the moonlight reaches the