Leticia slowly opened her eyes, wincing at the brightness of the room. She sighed weakly, trying to remember how she'd ended up in bed.
Her gaze flickered around the room, and she froze when she saw Devon sitting beside her, his head on the board and eyes closed. Her heart raced, and she sprang up, her eyes fixed on him.
Her heart skipped a beat and his eyes opened immediately. Leticia sprang up in shock. Leticia's heart raced fearfully, and she wondered why she was so frightened. Why was he in her room?
Devon frowned, his expression questioning, "Why are you springing about? "
She stared at him, unsure how to respond and she took a step back, "I...I don't know."
Devon stood up and walked towards her, and she became rooted to the spot. He stopped close, his eyes searching hers. "Are you still shocked from what you saw?"
Leticia frowned, her head spinning. "What did I see?" She had no recollection of anything.
Devon raised a brow, his eyes narrowing suspiciously. "Are you playing dumb, or do you really not remember?"
Leticia shook her head quickly. "I can't recollect anything. I just woke up. Why are you in my room?" That was the only thing on her mind.
Devon nodded and turned to leave. "Never mind that."
"Are you leaving already?" Leticia asked and immediately felt stupid.
Devon stopped but didn't turn around. "Shouldn't I?"
Leticia bit her lip, unsure what to say. "Not that...it's just that I haven't seen you for days now, and..."
Devon finished her sentence, his voice low and husky. "You missed me."
Leticia's cheeks flushed, and she protested, "I did NOT!"
Devon smirked and turned to her, his right hand reaching out to tuck a loose strand of her now blonde hair behind her ear. "It's okay. I missed you too."
Leticia's heart skipped a beat, and she looked up at him, her eyes wide. Devon's gaze held a soft, genuine smile and her blood raced through her veins. She's never seen him smile pleasantly! It made him more attractive than he already was.
She looked down at her bare feet, her cheeks flushing from his touch, "You sent me away that day. I thought you were mad at me."
Devon sighed, his fingers curling around a strand of her hair. "Hmnn. You annoyed me. I'm doing you a favor by keeping you alive, but then you don't seem to appreciate it. It's annoying."
Leticia nodded, her eyes cast down. "I'm sorry."
Devon's smile returned, but it was his creepy, mischievous grin, his red eyes glinting with amusement. "Huh. It's okay."
"Thank you, Master," she said, bowing her head. Devon's smile grew wider. "I like it when you call me Master."
"I don't," she deadpanned, her tone dry.
Devon chuckled, "You're not supposed to. Freshen up. It's dinner time."
Leticia's eyes widened in surprise. " Did I sleep that long?"
"Thirteen hours, to be precise," Devon replied nonchalantly. She gaped, shocked. "And you were here? Why?"
Devon shrugged, his expression changing to a blank one, "Since you can't recollect, I won't tell you. It's even better you forgot. It wasn't a pretty sight." He glanced at his wristwatch. "Dinner in fifteen minutes."
With that, he left, leaving Leticia feeling puzzled and curious.
***
Leticia entered the dining room, and Seraphim's glare immediately caught her attention. She maintained a straight face as she approached the table.
"Sit there," Devon gestured, indicating the chair to his left. Leticia hesitated, "Oh... okay."
She sat down, facing Luis, and she smiled at him. He returned the smile, while Seraphim glowered at her food, her expression murderous.
Dinner was silent and delicious, but Leticia's enjoyment was short-lived. As she finished eating, she felt a familiar sensation creeping up her throat.
Her head began to spin, and her vision blurred slightly. She knew the signs all too well - her nose was about to start bleeding again. Panic set in as she quickly scanned the table, hoping no one had noticed. Her eyes met Devon's who was obviously staring at her, and for a moment, she thought she saw a flicker of worry, but it was quickly replaced by his usual, unreadable expression. She turned to him, her voice barely above a whisper, "Can I go?"
"Hmmm," Devon hummed, his response vague, his eyes narrowing slightly as he watched her hurry away.
Leticia bowed and quickly exited the room, her haste evident in her steps and the faint trembling of her hands. Quynn watched her leave, his gaze piercing, sensing something was amiss.
Luis immediately excused himself, rushing after her while Seraphim just rolled her eyes, "Pretentious bitch."She murmured to herself.
Leticia ran to her room, her feet pounding against the floor, and straight into the bathroom. She bent over the sink,looking around for a tissue or wipe when she felt something rise up her throat.
The next minute, blood poured out of her mouth. Her eyes went wide in fear. The blood splattered into the sink with a sickening gurgle. Her whole body shook as she leaned on the sink and puked some more.
Luis, who had been contemplating at the door, his expression worried, decided to enter, his voice urgent. "Leticia!" he called out but she wasn't in the room.
He then heard a groan. It was very low but he heard and immediately rushed into the bathroom.
He found her slumped on the floor, blood seeping from her mouth, her face deathly pale. He rushed to her side, lifting her up; she was alarmingly light, her skin pale and cold to the touch, her eyes closed as if lifeless. "Leticia, can you hear me?" he called out urgently as he flashed into the bedroom and laid her on the bed.
Her eyes opened slightly, and her croaked voice whispered, "M-medicine..."
"Where?" Luis asked quickly, knowing hell would break loose if anything happened to her.
"In..." She coughed, struggling to speak. She was too weak to keep her eyes open in fact. She was about to give in to the darkness when Quynn appeared beside them. He opened her drawer, his movements swift and purposeful. He retrieved a tiny glass bottle and handed it to Luis, who helped Leticia sit up.
Luis opened the bottle, releasing a refreshing minty scent that filled the room and he brought it up to her lips. Leticia took a small sip, and almost instantly, color rushed back into her skin, and she exhaled a sigh of relief.
The two men watched her, their expressions varying. Luis asked, concerned, "Are you okay? How do you feel?"
Leticia smiled weakly, "I'm good. Thanks, Dr. Quynn."
Quynn stared intently at her, "Quynn."
Leticia looked confused and turned to Luis, who chuckled, "He meant you should call him Quynn, without the 'Doctor'."
"Oh! Okay, Quynn," Leticia corrected, smiling slightly. However, Quynn didn't react or reply, simply striding out of the room.
Luis opening the drawer and taking out some wipes. Carefully, he began to wipe the blood on her lips, concern etched on his face, "You scared me."
Leticia smiled bitterly, "It happens all the time, so I'm not surprised at myself."
He sighed,"Don't worry, you'll get better soon."
Leticia raised an eyebrow, "You think so? I don't think there's a cure."
Luis spoke cautiously, "There is, and you just have to take it; else, this can kill you. It's deadly."
She looked confused. Did he even know what kind of illness it was? Luis picked up the bloody wipes, standing up, "I should go. Get some rest."
Leticia smiled, "Thanks a lot, Luis."
Luis smiled back, leaning down, "Anytime, pretty. What are friends for?Sleep tight," and he walked out.
Leticia smiled to herself, "He's so nice." As she lay down to sleep, a thought crossed her mind, "Didn't Devon know about this, or did he just not care?" She sighed sadly, "He could have at least checked up on me. That mean devil doesn't even care about me..." She frowned, realizing, "Damn, I'm so stupid. He can't care about me; I'm just his slave."
Devon smirked, listening to her talk to herself from the doorway. He had been there the whole time, hearing her quiet murmurs ever so clearly. 'Silly girl,' he thought, walking away. He went to his room, thinking.
Earlier, he knew something was wrong as she dashed out of the dining but he couldn't rush after her. Luis has done that. And so has Quynn. Those two better not try anything funny. Especially that Quynn. Silent motherfucker!
He knows his feelings for Leticia went beyond lust; he desired her deeply, wanting her to be his. He recalled the marking he saw in her eyes that night he'd seen her.
Devon shook his head, pushing the thoughts aside. He looked out his window. It's a full moon tonight. A smile graced his lips.
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He'd been walking for hours, his feet silent on the damp earth. The trees towered and he could smell the aroma of fresh blood wafting through the air, indicating there was a prey nearby.
His red eyes narrowed and almost immediately, his canines grew inches longer and sharper. He was about to speed over to attack his prey and finally feed, when...
Suddenly, a pack of snarling creatures emerged from the underbrush, their crazy black eyes fixed on him. Their skin was grey and bloody, their animalistic teeth barring at him. They were known as ghouls, creatures that roamed the deep forests in search of flesh to devour.
His eyes narrowed, his fangs bared in a growl . He'd only come out to feed, not to be fed on. Annoyed that these creatures were being an hindrance to his quest, he lunged at them with a lighting-fast speed.
The ghouls were no match for his strength and speed. He snapped their necks with ease, their bodies crumpling to the ground.
As the last ghoul fell, his red eyes scanned the forest once more. His prey was still there and not hesitating, he sped off.
****
Much more deeper into the forest, where the moon wasn't even shining, a single cottage blended seamlessly into the night, its thick trees making it hard to spot.
Inside, an old woman sat, her hair white and her skin folded in wrinkles. Her frightening yellow eyes gleamed, and her long black nails seemed to grasp her fingers like claws.
"What exactly is happening? Things aren't going as planned," Someone asked from behind her. The person was dressed in a flowing black robe, their face covered with a veil but then from the voice, one would recognise it's a woman behind the veil.
The old woman gazed intently at the crystal ball before her, its pitch-black surface reflecting her concentration.
"It's very hard to bring down a demigod and you know that. You just have to be patient," she tched, "I can't even watch him from here. A strong barrier surrounds his house, and the only way we can break in is through help from one of the insiders."
The veiled person frowned, then smirked, "I think I know exactly who." A wicked chuckle escaped her mouth. "Then how is the concoction preparation?" She asked, walking away from the old lady.
"We have a few ingredients left. You are yet to get The Astral Acid. It's essential you know! "
The veiled woman groaned, standing in front of a black shelf filled with old books, "I am on that. It's not easy to get a god's tears, Hecuba."
"And the black roses from his garden?" Hecuba asked, finally dropping the black crystal ball and standing crookedly on her feet.
"The person I choose among his companions will do that for me. Anything else?"
Hecuba's hands glowed and an old brown scroll with a burnt edge appeared on her hand. She scanned the page and said, "We still have a few more left but it's almost complete.
The veiled person nodded, "I'll come back for that. I must go. Expect me anytime." With that, she walked out of the cottage.
*****
Devon walked up the path surrounded by vibrant flowers and lush greenery, leading to a little house. It was a sunny day but that didn't affect him.
As he approached the door, it swung open with a soft creak, revealing a cozy interior with plush cushions, soft rugs, and the sweet scent of incense. The Seer, Nerine stood before him, her teal eyes shining pleasantly.
"Ah, Devon," she said, her voice like a gentle breeze. "I've been expecting you. Please, come in." Devon stepped inside, almost rolling his eyes at her.
Nerine gestured to a cushion, inviting Devon to sit and she sat facing him. "It's a beautiful morning. Would you like tea?"
Devon smirked slyly, raising a brow at Nerine, "You know what I prefer."
Nerine sent him a glare, "Why are you even here?"
"You know why. Even you said you've been expecting me."
She nodded, "Yes, yes. I knew you were coming but I have no idea what's on your mind."
Slience fell between the two for a minute before Devon spoke up, "It's her, isn't it?"
"Her? Her who?" Nerine smiled teasingly but since it only made Devon frown at her, she nodded, "Yes. It's Leticia."
"She's not my kind."He knew it was a flimsy excuse but he just couldn't help." Also, she's weak and pathetic. "
" Are you going to reject her? "Nerine scoffed at him. Devon didn't answer to that. He asked," No repercussions? "
Nerine paused for a moment and Devon noticed the apprehensive flash that crossed her eyes before she said," It's not a forbidden bond for you two Devon, it's just dangerous. " Very dangerous.
Devon let out a groan and all the aroma candles died. The air surrounding him simmered down causing Nerine to frown disapprovingly. She snapped her fingers and the candles came on again before she stood up and walked over to the dinning, which was sectioned from the living room.
Devon rose to his feet, "Visiting Elyria soon?" He asked. Elyria was where the gods resided, also known as realm of the gods. Nerine wasn't a goddess but she was a citizen of Elyria and so is Devon.
Nerine shrugged, "Most likely. Do you need anything?"
"Not at all. I'll get going now."
"My greetings to Luis. It's been forever." She chuckled.
"You know where he lives. Have a good day, Nerine."
"You too, Devon." and with that, he vanished into thin air. Nerine blinked before sighing. She couldn't bring herself to tell Devon the dangers ahead because it was vague to her still.
She picked up an apple from the table. She took a bite, her expression still worried,
"Fate."
***
It was late at night and the moon was a crescent in the dark sky.
Leticia sat on a swing in Devon's garden, enjoying the gentle breeze on her skin. She gazed up at the stars, trying to connect them, a habit she shared with her father and little sister. The memory brought a pang of longing but she quickly set it aside.
"Hello," a deep masculine voice came all of a sudden and Leticia almost screeched in shock. He took a step forward, making it seem like he'd stepped into the night.
Leticia blinked, "Hi."
"Why aren't you asleep? It's cold out here," Devon asked, settling beside her. Leticia stared up at his alluring face holding a cold expression. "It's a lovely night so I decided to get some air... Outside."
Although that wasn't the truth. She'd actually had a terrifying dream and feared sleeping again.
Devon hummed silently, his eyes piercing. "Why do I feel like you're lying?" Leticia's heart skipped a beat. Was it his captivating face, his deep voice, or because he knows she's actually lying. He sounded as if he knows what she's thinking. As if he knows more about her than she herself does.
She decided not to argue so they sat in silence. It's been two days she's seen him though. It was like he vanished. She then concluded the residents of this mansion had a thing for vanishing.
The garden was even more beautiful at night, with the fairy lights hung around and the fireflies, the sound of rushing water in the background.
The wind began to get harsher, sweeping Leticia's hair all over her face.
She groaned, internally scolding herself for not securing it in a ponytail. She was about to put her it back in place but Devon was faster. He stood up and was suddenly in front of her, reaching down to tuck it behind her reddened ears. It was like he didn't move at all and that awed Leticia. But his towering figure before her made her heart race more.
He suddenly smirked down at her, "It's not bad to want to kiss you right now, or is it?"
Leticia froze.
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