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( Demons Amongst Humans )
THEME: Beautiful Nightmare 🔞
By, Precious Pinky
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CHAPTER 7❣8
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{ 𝔻ℝ𝔼𝔸𝕄 𝕋ℍ𝔸𝕋 𝔽𝔼𝔼𝕃𝕊 𝕃𝕀𝕂𝔼 𝔸 ℝ𝔼𝔸𝕃𝕀𝕋𝕐 }
‘𝑅𝓊𝓃 𝒶𝓈 𝒻𝒶𝓇 𝒶𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉, 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒸𝒶𝓃’𝓉 𝒽𝒾𝒹𝑒 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒹𝑒𝓂𝑜𝓃’
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She quietly did as they said. Lo and behold, there was a fresh burn mark there. How did she get it? What is this? She wondered, still examining it.
“What the f-__-k is this?”
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“Why isn’t it healing?” Lou asked, frowning at the burn on her friend’s back.
Lilith shrugged her shoulders, exhaling deeply. “I don’t f-__-king know.”
“But this doesn’t make any sense. How can a fresh burn appear on your back from nowhere?” Calliope questioned, looking just as confused as her question.
“I have tried to put the pieces together and make sense out of the situation but who am I kidding? This situation doesn’t make any sense at all.” Delphine let out, ruffling her hair.
“I do not want to make a big deal out of this. However, the fact that the burn isn’t healing, is making it hard for me to maintain my cool.” Lilith mused. “Should I be worried?”
Her friends shook their heads at the same time, all looking at her with concern written on their faces.
“I don’t think there is a need for you to be. Maybe by tomorrow morning, it will be gone.” Delphine said, trying to reduce the tension that loomed in the air.
“Maybe?” Lilith chuckled angrily, turning around to face them and ignoring the fact that she was still stark naked in front of their prying eyes. “There is a f-__-king burn sitting gracefully on my back and what? You tell me not to worry? How can I not worry?”
“Worrying won’t solve anything, Lily,” Lou spoke up before she could stop herself.
“I thought I warned you not to f-__-king call me that!” Lilith yelled furiously and her voice shook the ground. “The next time you call me that again, I swear I will ki|| you.”
Lou swallowed nothing audibly, subtly going to stand behind Delphine and away from Lilith’s glare.
“Could something be wrong with me? Am I dying? What is this mark? When did I get it? How did I get it? This is driving me insane. I think I’m going crazy. I_”
“LILITH!” Delphine called out loudly, pulling her out of her train of thought.
“What?” Lilith deadpanned.
“Maybe you should show the queen, your mother. Who knows? She might know what’s going on with you?”
“Yeah. You’re right. Why didn’t I think of that?” Lilith transformed into her demonic side and lifted herself off the ground, flying away from the woods and from her friends without saying a word or hesitating.
“She didn’t even wait for us.” Lou rolled her eyes.
“Why do you always push Lilith’s button? You keep saying things that want to make her ki|| you.” Delphine remarked.
“Lilith is just short-tempered. What did I say that will warrant such a reaction and thr_@t from her?”
“thr_@t?” Calliope laughed. “We all know that wasn’t a thr_@t but a warning and a promise. If you want to test your theory and test Lilith’s patience, call her Lily again and see yourself in the world of void and nothingness.”
“Don’t mind Lou. And listen, stop hiding behind me whenever you do something wrong to Lilith. I don’t want to mistakenly take the hit when the time comes.” Delphine warned and started walking away.
Calliope picked up the bag Lilith was ransacking from the ground and followed her friends out of the woods.
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“Does it hurt?” Dahlia asked.
“Is that what matters right now?” Lilith retorted.
“Of course, yes. I want to be sure that you are not in pain.” The queen replied.
“I don’t care whether or not I’m in pain, mother. All I care to know is what’s wrong with me. Why do I have that burn in my back?” She asked.
Before Dahlia could say anything, King Graham walked into the room and shut the door behind him.
“What is going on?” He asked both ladies, stepping forward and stopping in front of them.
Lilith quietly rose to her feet and turned around for her father to see what had her fussing.
He furrowed his brows, exchanging a puzzled look with his wife.
“When did you get that?” He asked after a moment of deafening silence.
“Twenty-five minutes ago.” She answered.
“How?”
“Are you asking me?” She growled. “How the hell am I supposed to know? One minute I was in my demon form, feeding on a werewolf and the next minute after I changed to my non-demonic form, I found this burn on my back!” She explained.
Graham and Dahlia exchanged glances again and this didn’t go unnoticed by Lilith.
“What is happening? Why do the both of you keep stealing glances at each other? You are communicating through the mind-link, aren’t you? Is there something I should know?” She asked.
“Listen dear, there is nothing to worry about. It doesn’t hurt, right?” Lilith slowly shook her head as a no, curious to know where the conversation was heading. “Then it’s all fine. By tomorrow morning, it will be gone.”
“Are you kidding me?” She queried stubbornly. “I shouldn’t worry about this, and why shouldn’t I be worried?”
“Because it is nothing but a mere burn. You will be fine.” He responded.
“No, I won’t be fine. In fact, I am not fine. This burn disgusts me already and you and Mother aren’t helping matters at all. You both know what’s going on, so why are you keeping silent!?” She flared up.
“Don’t you dare speak to me in the tone, young lady.” Graham warned.
“I respect you, father. But you don’t scare me.” She said.
“Lilith_” Dahlia began but got rudely interrupted by her daughter.
“Don’t.” Lilith stepped back, leaning against the wall beside her bed, staring between her both parents. “You can both leave my room.”
“Lilit_”
“I SAID LEAVE.” She roared, her eyes changing to red color. “I want to be left alone.”
“Let’s go.” Graham held his wife by the wrist and pulled her along with him and they both left the room.
As soon as Lilith was left alone, she screamed at the top of her lungs, shaking the walls of the palace.
A few seconds later, she stopped screaming, her eyes changing back to hazel color and she dropped to the floor, breathing heavily, not from tiredness but from anger.
She glared at the closed door of her room, folding her hand in a tight fist.
‘They are definitely hiding something from me. I don’t know what it is, but there is something about me that they aren’t telling me. I will uncover the secret they are trying to conceal. And I will start by figuring out what this mark is about…’ She thought to herself, biting her lower lip to the point of drawing blood.
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< 𝙷𝚄𝙼𝙰𝙽 𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙻𝙳 🌹ᴄʜᴇꜱᴛᴇʀ'ꜱ ᴍᴀɴꜱɪᴏɴ>
Mrs. Chester sat down graciously on the head table, eating quietly when she heard the sound of the front door opening and closing.
“I’m home, mom!” A feminine drunk voice squealed, laughing loudly.
Mrs. Chester didn’t say a word but continued chewing the piece of delicate steak in her mouth.
“Mom!” The voice called out again, stumbling on her feet every now and then. “Hey, you! Where is my mother?”
“She is in the dining room,” The maid answered fearfully, bowing her head.
“Oh…” The voice chuckled and started making her way to the dining room, using the walls as support to keep her balance.
Finally, she got to the dining room and saw her mother eating like a queen in a palace.
“I can’t believe you are eating without me, Mom.” She slurred, smiling sheepishly with her cheeks reddened.
“Where are you coming back from, Beverly?” Mrs. Chester asked, lowering her fork and knife to the plate and grabbing a small white napkin from the table to clean her hands with. “Do you know how long I have been waiting for your return?”
Beverly giggled, flipping her hair, dramatically and sitting down on the chair close to her mother.
“I went out with Brent. We were in a very good mood and decided to go to the club.” She said. “It was so funnnn.”
“Why didn’t you tell me anything about your plans with Brent? I am your mother, Beverly. And I have every right to know your whereabouts.”
Beverly narrowed her eyes at her mother for a moment and started laughing once again, pointing her index finger at the woman.
“What? Who are you? And what have you done to my mother?” She belched in not a lady-like manner. “When did you start caring about what I do or where I go to?”
“What is that supposed to mean? Have I not been caring?” Mrs. Chester asked, furrowing her brows a little bit.
“You? Caring? Ha!” Beverly grabbed a cup of orange juice from the table and gulped the contents in one go. “If you are caring then I am nice which I’m clearly not.” She chuckled, staggering up to her feet. “Do you understand what I’m trying to say that way?”
“Beverly, mind the way you talk to me. You of all people know that I am always busy with school affairs and rarely have time for myself or the house. But that doesn’t mean I don’t care about your well-being.”
“Is that so?” Beverly taunted, belching again.
“By the way, why did you drink so much?” The woman asked, scrunching her face in disgust.
“Wrong question… You should be asking me, what was the celebration about?” She smiled.
Mrs. Chester hesitated for a second and then asked,
“What was the celebration about?”
“Now you’ve asked the right question,” Beverly placed her palms on the table and leaned forward to her mother. “We bullied that Ɓîtçh… What’s her name again… Uhm… Oh, God! I can’t remember her useless name…”
“Esmeralda.” Mrs. Chester helped out, earning a clap from her daughter.
“You are so smart, mom. Yes. Esmeralda. We gave her an everlasting burn on her back. She is forever scarred.” She said excitedly.
“You seem excited about it.” The woman observed, watching her daughter closely.
“Of course, I am. You needed to have seen her face. It was epic.”
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“Why do you h@ťě the girl so much?” Her mother asked.
“You don’t know why?” Beverly backed away from her, standing upright but she kept staggering. “She is poor, that’s why.”
“How about I expel her from school? I can see how much you h@ťě her. And I’m sure seeing her face almost every day in school gets you upset, right?” Mrs. Chester suggested.
“What? Don’t f-__-king do that. Expelling her from school is like taking my favorite toy away from me.” She pouted. “Just keep being ignorant in wh@ťěver I do in school, Mom. That way, I will believe that you really care about me.”
She yawned loudly and stretched her body tirelessly.
“You should eat dinner first before going to bed,” Mrs. Chester advised.
“Nah. I want to sleep. Goodnight.” Beverly turned around and found her father standing by the entrance of the dining room with a look of disappointment on his face.
She brushed him off and walked away, not saying a single word to him.
“Are you going to keep indulging her in wh@ťěver she does?” He asked, stepping inside the room.
Mrs. Chester rolled her eyes, staying mute.
“I am asking you a question, woman. Answer me.” He ordered.
She pushed her chair back and rose to her feet.
“You finally remember that you have a family in Seattle, huh? You know, I almost forgot that I have a husband. Isn’t that funny?”
“What do you mean?” Mr. Chester asked coldly.
“Go back to where you are coming from, dear husband. Or better still, keep out of my business and that of my daughter like you’ve always had. Stop acting like you care when you don’t. I will train my child whichever way I want and you will stay behind the closed curtains, not doing or saying a d@mn thing. Excuse me.” She shoved him aside and walked out of the dining room.
At that moment, a maid walked in, greeted Mr. Chester, and started clearing the table.
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< ʙʀᴏᴡɴ'ꜱ ᴍᴀɴꜱɪᴏɴ >
Knock! Knock!
Esmeralda knocked softly on her sister’s bedroom door but there was no answer. She knocked again, praying inwardly that she would answer this time around.
Fortunately, her prayers were answered.
Carmen unlocked the door and pulled it open. She scowled when she saw who was standing behind the door.
“What do you want?” She asked, unfriendly.
“Can we talk, please?” Esmeralda asked, pleadingly.
“Talk about what exactly?” Carmen retorted.
“About what your friends told you. Listen, I_”
“I don’t want to hear it, okay? Just disappear from my sight!” She slammed the door shut in front of Esmeralda’s face very hard.
Esme went back to her room in defeat.
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Carmen returned to her bed and lifted her iPad to her face. She was on a video call with her two best friends.
“Who was that? You look so pissed off.” Maeve observed.
“It was my little si…” She swallowed the rest of her words. “It’s nobody.”
“Hmm. Nobody? I guess it’s Camden. He is the only one that can make you this pissed.” Harriet smirked.
“Let’s drop the topic,” Carmen told them. “So, Maeve, do you still have a crush on my brother?” She wriggled her brows, teasingly.
“Oh, no. No, no, no. You can’t make this conversation about me now.”
Harriet and Carmen started laughing at how embarrassed Maeve was. She was blushing immensely and that added to her shyness.
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< ᴍɪᴅɴɪɢʜᴛ >
It was dark…
The air was cold and the moonlight radiated through the open curtains and into the house.
Esme was fast asleep on the bed when she was awakened by the sound of shattering from downstairs.
She peeled her eyes open and slowly sat upright on the bed, listening attentively to be sure that she heard correctly.
However, she heard nothing but silence.
Esme let out a sigh and lay back down on the bed, almost falling asleep when she heard a louder shatter from downstairs again.
She got out of bed immediately and quietly opened the door, wondering what was happening as she stepped out of her room and headed for the stairs.
The house was completely silent and that added to the anxiety.
“Mom? Dad?” She called out, descending the stairs while holding onto the railing. “Carmen? Camden? Chucky?”
Thunder boomed in the sky, illuminating the night sky and scaring the hell out of Esme in the process.
“Oh, $h|t!” She clutched her chest, looking very frightened. “Chucky? Mom? Camden?” She called out once again, studying her surroundings.
She climbed down from the last step and what she saw next, shocked her to the bone.
Blood…
The floor was full of blood and Esme didn’t know what to do other than to walk over the blood-stained floor.
Her legs were numbed and her body trembled in fear.
What’s going on? She wondered, drawing in deep and shaky breaths as she continued walking, going towards the kitchen.
She entered the kitchen and her eyes widened at what she saw. Her parents were hung to the ceiling, their legs dangling in the air, and blood trailed from their opened faces to their feet and drops to the floor.
“Aah!” Esme cried out and attempted to go to them when she saw her reflection in a glass. She was totally different there.
Her white nightie was covered in blood and she was holding a rope that was somewhat connected to the rope used to hang her parents.
“No!!!” She quickly turned around and ran out of the kitchen, crying profusely.
She glanced over herself and she was nothing like what she saw in that glass reflection.
“Carmen! Camden!” She yelled, going upstairs to Carmen’s room first.
Carmen was sleeping on the bed with her front side pressed on the bed.
“Carmen, are you sleeping? Something is wrong.” She rushed to wake her sister but as soon as she turned Carmen around, she gasped in shock.
Carmen has a knife hole in her chest and she is coated in blood.
“Aah!” Esme shouted and looked down at her trembling hands, She was holding a blood-stained knife and her hands were covered in blood as well. “No… No… No…”
She threw the knife on the floor and ran out of the room, heading to Camden’s room.
She pushed the door open and saw Camden, standing on the balcony with his back facing the door.
“Camden, thank God you are here. Mom, Dad, Car_” Her words were cut short when her brother jumped off the balcony. “CAMDEN!” She rushed over there and attempted to catch him but it was too late.
The next thing she heard was a head hitting the hard concrete floor.
Esme started crying, backing away from the veranda. She looked down at her both hands and saw a bold writing there.
MURDERER!
“Aah.” She fled from the room, and out of the house, fear taking the better part of her.
As soon as she stepped a foot out of the house, she found herself in the woods.
It was just her and the bushes around.
How did she get here? She wondered, observing the place.
Suddenly, she saw a silhouette in the shadows with bright red eyes. Whoever it was, was looking straight to her. They didn’t look human based on the tiny tail with velvety spade that kept swinging from side to side. They had two horns on their head and bat-like wings graced their back.
Esme has never seen anything like that before. She stared intensely at the figure until she heard a roar and felt the presence of someone behind her. However, that wasn’t what scared her but rather what she heard next…
“Run!”
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Esme sat upright on her bed, surveying her environment. She looked around herself and realized that she was in her room, on her bed.
Was it all a dream?
“Run!” She heard the voice again and she let out a scream, squeezing her eyes shut.
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Have you ever heard of this saying; ‘If you are losing a battle in your dream, wake up’?
Esmeralda forcefully opened her eyes, breathing heavily with sweat glistening on her body. Chucky was sleeping peacefully beside her on the bed.
She gulped loudly and glanced down at her hands and saw… blood.
“Aah!!!!!”
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