Once awoken, Serra abruptly sit up, wide awake while touching her neck with shaken hand. She feels alright, no pain or anything but she’s just scared. Was it a nightmare? She asked herself. “You’re awake,” a masculine voice said that made her look up. Her eyes immediately grew large to see the man who was draining her life in the nightmare. “It seems like your spell had worked on me.”Spell? What does he mean? Serra was left to stare at him with furrowed brows. Earlier she thought it would be the last pain but here she is ending up alive again. Strange enough, she don’t feel any pain in her body. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she stated. “Who are you anyway? What’s your deal with me?” He raised a brow, a smirk forming at the side of his mouth. Sera couldn’t help but feel alarmed by it but she could never shout. “You tricked me, Priestess. And now you’re acting like you don’t know who you’re betrothed to.” It took Serra a couple of moments to finally figure it out. Thi
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
"Zeirux is the name given to me," he answers and before she could ask any more questions, he snapped his fingers and he was gone in an instant."What the heck?" Serra gasped. She knew this world is full of magic but to see him disappear like that shocks her. "I can never escape him if he can teleport!"The very next day, Serra woke up later than Zierux had expected so he teleported in her room. He got worried that the damn human who tricked him would get an upset stomach for not getting her meal at the right time. But as soon as he sees her in a messed-up sleeping position, he knew he was overreacting."Does she always sleep like this?" he mumbled, frowning as he strides towards her bed. Zierux stared at the priestess he once trusted, his eyes blazed with hatred at her betrayal. He can't seem to shake what had happened between them. That very night, he let himself feel what humans called love and on that same night, that feeling was taken away. A soft groan snapped Zierux out of his
The sight of food had Serra drooling and she could not help herself but dig in. She didn't care about what these men thought of her until this new guy asked. "Has the priestess always behaved like this?" She chokes on it and coughs, reaching for a glass of water. "I hear the Priestess is scary but I see you're a joker," he added.How do I act? she asked herself. How the hell does a priestess act? Ah! Right! Royalties in movies! I'm sure they use more words and go around the bush!Serra clears her throat and fixed her posture before smiling at Narth. "My apologies. I could not stop myself from seeing the delicious meal prepared. I shall keep in mind the persona that you have in me."The trembling of her legs was quite obvious to Narsh and he smiled it away. "Forgive my calling you a joker," he apologized and she flashes a smile. "From today on I will be attending you on the sideline. If I may ask, how are you finding the maids?""I just met them," she answers. It would be useful if
"This is my town?" Serra asked in disbelief, looking at her surrounding. It was packed with people since it was the central market where people bargains for their goods or sell off their potions or whatever things they have. "Life here is so simple!" Like the rural areas in the other world, this is so like it. There are stalls everywhere. She wonders if the outskirts of the land are as lively as the central city. Since they didn't have much time to explore, they needed to teleport here. She could not complain because if the Demon King knows of their disappearance, it will be an earful."The streets are packed so I suggest you don't wander too far, sister." Serra looks back and opened her palm which Narth had stared at with a raised brow. "And what is that?" he asked."Hold my hand so we don't lose each other," she cheerfully answered."I shall not," he said. The warmth was dangerous but he dare not say. "It is not good that I hold the hand of my brother's bride.""Ridiculous!" She in
"Are you asking me out on a date?" Serra asked. Though she was unsure if it was what the Demon King wanted, she was sure he wanted to take her out."A d-date?" His face was messed up. "Yes! Like you taking me out to see my town and spending time with me is a date." "I've not heard of that but yes, it is what I am implying though it is not to spend time with you."Serra giggles. So men such as this demon have a soft side. She thought she'd be in trouble but it seems like they are pretty much getting along."Alright." She nods her head softly. "We didn't stay long earlier. Maybe it's more beautiful at night. Should I get changed?""No, human. You are to look like the townspeople. We don't want to stand out." Zierux moved his fingers inward, giving her a look. "Give me your hand, we're going to town."Serra knew that she would get the sick feeling of teleporting again but she really wanted to see what this world could offer her. So, she put her hand on his and while looking into his ey
"What do you mean, brother?" Narth asked with a frown. He doesn't quite understand his brother's plan. "The priestess is in her room!""You know well that she is far from the priestess who I adored," Zierux answered. He collapses on his couch and sighs deeply. "She could not recognize a Farasha and asked me instead if I know the lady."A Farasha is someone who resembles a butterfly, they can transform into one and they are highly capable of using powerful magic. Not everyone is blessed to be taught of their magic. As the priestess of the land and being one of a kind, Clairra is close to the Farashas teaching her their magic and how to summon a magical bow and arrows. "As I said, brother, you cannot bring back a dead soul. There's just no way to do that!""There is a way!" Zierux slammed his hands on the table. "I have spoken to Ammilya and she recommends the Sage of No Name. Clairra bargained her life and he should know how to get her back.""The mistress of evil, Ammilya?" Narth dis
"Do you not have plans to renovate your castle?" Serra asked. They were in the garden just having an early stroll without the sun. It was mostly cloudy in the land of demons. "Why? Do you also think it's too gloomy?" Zierux asked."Yes," she frankly answered, shaking her head up and down. "Don't you got subjects to govern? What will they think if they see your castle like--""For half a century, demons have always lived like this. They are free to go wherever they please as long as they do not concern me.""But you are their king! You can state your command and they will follow.""The abyss has its own ruler," he spitefully said. "I can make them submit to me but the hassle of ruling is not to my liking. I would be responsible for their protection and that's killing the nature of a demon.""How would you know that killing and spreading monstrous acts are your nature?" she asked, frowning. He stopped walking and shifted his gaze to her. His eyes were like blue flames, it feels cool b