On the Final New Moon- Chapter 2
Summary: After failing to prevent the prophecy from coming true, you decide not to give up.
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That was what you felt. Warmth encasing you. You slowly opened your eyes, and saw that you were in your room, tucked in your bed.
You sat up, looking around your room, searching for anything that was different.
It was all the same. Nothing had changed.
Last night, you thought, your mind running through the past events. I was trying to stop the demon king from killing my parents. But he stopped me, and sent me to sleep.
You wondered for a second why the demon didn’t kill you as well, but you pushed it away as you got out of bed. You were still wearing the exact same nightgown from last night.
You walked up to the window, and drew back both of your curtains, allowing you to get a full view of your kingdom. What would it look like now that the demon king had taken over? Will the sky be red? Would fires start in the villages square, destroying everything it touches?
As you draw back the curtains, you see your kingdom slowly waking up. The sky was orange, but that was because the sun was rising. Soon, it would be a cool blue. Nothing seemed to be on fire, or be destroyed. Absolutely nothing changed.
But the prophecy! You started, but then remembered. All of the other prophecies were false. And that was the last one you have fact checked. It’s not too far fetched to believe that the final prophecy was also false.
But my encounter with that demon... It was still fresh in your mind. His strong grip on you. His haunting red eyes. His deep soothing voice. You shuddered. Was that all real?
“Maybe it was all a dream,” you said softly to yourself. A rush of hope ran through your chest. Maybe it was all a dream!
You slipped into your slippers and ran out of your room, making a mad dash to your parents room. If they were still there, if they were awake, or still soundly asleep, then that meant that your dream was nothing but a nightmare.
The hallways looked the exact same. Except for the lack of guards. The demon mentioned that in his dream. But you pushed it out of your head. That was a dream. Mom and dad are okay.
You reached your parents bedroom door, out of breath. Why was the king and queen’s bedroom so far away from the princess’s? You took a deep breath, grabbing the doorknob with shaking hands.
Please, you prayed to whoever would hear it. Please let them be okay.
You turned the doorknob, and slowly opened the door. You opened it wide enough to get a full view of the room.
The demon was the first thing you saw.
You brought your hand up to your mouth, stifling the gasp that almost came out. He was standing at the window, his back turned on you. He doesn’t seem to have noticed you yet.
You scanned the entire room, looking for any sign of your parents. You looked at the bed. Empty. The desks where they worked at. Empty. The entire room, empty.
Your eyes became watery with tears, but you refused to cry. Not while he was here.
You wiped the tears away, and stood up straight. You put on your best stern face.
“Where are they?” You said, hiding any emotions that you were feeling.
The demon turned around. He seemed surprised to see you there, but not overly upset.
“You’re awake,” he said simply. “How did you sleep?”
What is this demon playing at?
The demon had a smile quirking at his mouth. You balled your hands into fists.
“Where are they?” You asked again. “What did you do to them?”
“You mean your parents?” The demon asked.
The demon was silent, for only a moment. Then he said, “They’re gone. I gave them what they deserved.”
Staring at his face, you knew he wasn’t lying. So it wasn’t a dream after all. The demon king had murdered your parents, and he has taken over your kingdom.
You dashed from his room, eyes pooling with tears. You didn’t know where you were running to. You had to run away. But where? And how could you leave your people when a demon was now their king?
You were so distracted by your thoughts that you didn’t hear a man call for you. And you barely registered the hands that grabbed your arms.
You looked up, and saw the demon, holding you in place, preventing you from running away.
“Let go of me!” You screamed, thrashing in his arms.
“If you insist,” the demon said, and he let you go. You fell to the ground. As you were getting up he said, “But where will you go?”
You stood up, about to run away from him, but you couldn’t, and it wasn’t because the demon was holding you back.
You turned your head around. “What do you mean?”
The demon shrugged, way too casually for your liking. “I mean, that there’s nowhere for you go. Sure, you could go into the town, and try and warn them about what happened, but who would believe you? Nobody believed Yunho.”
“Who’s Yunho?” You asked.
“The prophet who made all of those prophecies. He was so close to being right to all of them. But when I found out that he was trying to warn the kingdom about my arrival, I tried to stop him.” The demon smirked. “I didn’t really need to do that. They didn’t believe him without my help.”
The demon started to walk away, but you grabbed his arm, stopping him.
The demon raised an eyebrow, looking down at you suspiciously.
“When did this happen?” You asked.
“Years and years ago,” said the demon. “He died of natural causes, don’t look so scared.” He smiled. You didn’t realize that you looked scared.
“I’m not scared of you, demon,” you said, letting go of his arm to cross your own.
“My name is Seonghwa, princess,” Seonghwa said with that calm smile.
“My name is y/n,” you said quietly.
Seonghwa simply smiled at you. It was creepy, how calm he was. He turned around, and began to walk away.
You watched him turn a corner and escape your view. You stood alone, in the hallway, unsure of what to do.
Escape would be the first thought, but Seonghwa was right. Nobody would believe you. Would they even recognize you? It’s been years since you’ve shown your face to the kingdom, and your portrait has never been painted and shown to the world.
As far as you were concerned, the kingdom has no idea what you looked like. They had no idea that your parents were dead, and they had no idea that a demon had took the throne.
It’s not too late, you thought. I can still stop him. He’s letting me stay in this castle right? If he wanted me dead, he would’ve killed me last night. Right?
You walked down the hallway, following the path that Seonghwa took, hoping to find him.
Sure enough, down the hall, there was Seonghwa, walking as if he knew the place by hand. You ran down to catch up to him.
Seonghwa turned around, hearing your footsteps. You stood a foot away from him, catching your breath.
“What are you going to do to me?” You asked.
“Nothing,” Seonghwa said.
“Nothing?” You scoffed. “I don’t buy that.”
“Well you should. It was my destiny to take over your kingdom by killing your parents, but the prophecy didn’t say anything about killing you. If anything, Yunho probably didn’t even see you in his visions. Maybe you weren’t even meant to exist.”
Seonghwa clasped his hands together. “Even with me as now king,” he said. “You’re still the princess of this land. However, you’re too young to become queen, so I’m not very worried about you.”
You glared at Seonghwa, but he didn’t seem to notice. “You’ll still have your title, and your room. I’ll make sure you receive the upmost service deserving for a princess, and I’ll never hurt you.”
“Never hurt me?” You asked, surprised.
“I won’t physically torture you or anything like that.” Seonghwa did something unexpected. He knelt down, and placed one hand over his heart, if demons actually have hearts, and looked up at you. “I understand that you hate me, but if there’s one thing I promise, it’s that I’ll never lay a hand on you with the intention of harm. Believe me, princess. I will never ever harm you.”
You were sure this was a lie, and act, all part of some greater plan that Seonghwa was planning. But staring into those bright red eyes, they became much less haunting and more...genuine. They were wide, and he stared straight into your soul.
“Okay,” you said softly. “I believe you.”
Seonghwa smiled, and not the smirk kind of smile or the toothless kind either. This was real. He showed his teeth, revealing his fangs. His smile seemed strained, as if it didn’t reach his eyes to the fullest, but it still felt real.
“Thank you,” Seonghwa said softly. He stood up. “I must go now. But please, make yourself comfortable. It’s still your home after all.”
Without another word, Seonghwa walked away.
You turned around and walked away without another word as well. Although your head was churning out ideas for a plan. You still had the chance to kill him, take the throne, and do everything in your power to rule over your kingdom like your parents did before.
All you had to do was let his guard down, and attack.
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A/N: Hello! I decided to continue the storyline for this fic, since I love it as much as you guys! For the Boss by Night fans, I’m in a little story block atm, but hopefully the next chapter will be out next week. Thank you so much for reading!
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