『 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 ᝰ 𝐄. 𝐕𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐒 』
𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 → short-lived peace is over 😭 anyway this is going to be good I hope. Future me: this sucks.
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 → murder (guess who), cursing, being called "demon", blood, gore
Food had finally run out. Name was now put up with the task of finding the village and most likely risking her peace. It had taken her quite a while to search for the money Perion had graciously left behind for her.
When she did, she made her way out the cottage to find the horse that she had managed to get a bond with in the two weeks she's been in this place. The horse was, thankfully, very quiet and tame so she easily was able to form such a bond. Getting on the filly's back she moved her out into the forest trail as they trotted forward.
Her stomach turned with nervousness for she had no clue where this village was in the instructions of Perion, its directions were fairly vague.
Fortunately for the female, the filly knew the way and found it quite easy to make her way to the cottage. Upon their arrival to its near entrance the filly paused as if waiting for the princess to signal her if she was ready.
In truth, Name felt nervous. Her heart pounded at the thought of getting caught by someone. For as far as she was aware, there was bound to be a bounty for her finding. She gives a deep breath and exhales before she takes the reins and gets off, tugging the reins gently to lead the horse to the right way.
The filly obliged as the two walked into the village. Name's worries faded when she found that the streets were filled with buzzing people, merchants, travellers, commoners alike. They all were going around. Vendors shouting what they sold, merchants and traders showing off their items as well as buyers who were negotiating prices with the sellers. A ghost of a smile came to her lips, this was what she lived for.
Her senses felt a certain sensation only felt when she knew someone was watching her intensely or not. Her body swivels as she finds three men staring at her with interest. Her stomach turns at the sight as she turned away. No. They could be travellers taking a break, you shouldn't give yourself away like that!
She didn't think much of it for a vendor that held tarts came to her attention as her stomach growled.
As the girl talked and bought her necessities she immediately lost the feeling of being on guard. Which, she would soon find out, was the worst thing she could possibly have done at that very moment.
When she got home, it had gotten very dark. She had stayed to watch the sunset and festival with the villagers who graciously welcomed her to the festival with open arms.
Now would be a great time to catch some sleep was what she thought before hearing a rustling of leaves as well as a twig crack. She moved towards the small window on the side of her room as her heart skipped a beat at the sight.
There were men by the door, and in front of them was the three men who had been at the village, watching her. Her stomach churned as her eyes moved to the door by her room. A weapon that was what she needed. For it was clear that those men did not want to be gentle with their ways, perhaps it was the 1 million pieces of gold that was promised too who ever found her first.
Either way now was a frustrating time, for she needed a weapon yet the things that could count as one were downstairs where the men were attempting to break in towards her.
There was a lingering idea in her mind that she wished she could push away yet this was the last option. She has trained it on the training grounds back home and to her siblings but never on a person that couldn't handle it. She would murder them!
‘Who cares?’ A voice whispered. ‘These men deserve it.’ No. She scolded her mind as she heard a crash of the door, the men had broken in. Her heart beat faster than before at the sounds that headed around from downstairs.
There was no choice, was there?
The leader of the men entered with a satisfied smile on his face.
Now they had the bounty for themselves! He was confident they'll managed to get her for she was an angel by heart and wouldn't dare do anything that hurt another since that was what the observations has told.
His found confidence was crushed only seconds later when the men they had sent into the house started screaming and begging for mercy until one of their men, the only one that survived the struggle, came out with a terrified expression painted on his face. "Boss, she's more dangerous than we thought!" He shrieked, his face covered in the blood of his comrades.
The three looked at each other, they knew their thoughts. They had to go in their themselves. They didn't think much of it until they went in.
The bodies that lay there were swiftly dealt with blows that were placed at known weak spots. Despite the girl being a princess, she knew where to hit? It seemed unlikely. A sound was heard from behind him, a choking sound at that. The dumbfounded leader turned around to find that one of his three companions were now dead on the floor and the other two disappeared.
His heart skipped a beat as he took a hold of the handle of the sword on his side. Finger gripping it tightly as he turned back to the path. Only to find that the man who had survived this place before was now choking the other man, snapping his neck as the body fell down dead.
The murdering traitor turned to him. His eyes were red. Red..
The leader did not know this man well, but he knew damn well his eyes were never as frightening of a tint as this. A step back was all it took for the seemingly possessed comrade to take charge at him. He noted a different presence in the room as he fought for his life. He had the upper hand.
At least that was what he originally thought until the possessed one seemed to earn a change of battling style. A stab of pain was felt as the possessed took the leader's power to fight.
The leader fell on his knees as the man who now was going to be the reason for his death fell as well. He looked at him to see that his eyes turned to a greyish color. The color of the dead as his body gave up. If that man was dead and he had killed him then... Who had brought him the life to do so?
He turned to see the woman they had come here for. Her eyes were cold as she held a hand out. But, he was not as foolish as his comrade, he charged up and tried to run but the woman was too fast, a dagger was thrown and it hit him where she had wanted it to as the man fell dying.
‘They called her angel... But she's a demon at heart!’ He fought to stay awake as the steps behind him drew closer. In front of him once more was the demoness that now took his life away from him. Her face was emotionless, her eyes did not hold life in them as she once more gave her hand out to him. Desperately he took it far too later where she died.
This was when Name returned to her senses as her eyes met the gore scene in front of her. Her body heaved as she fell down tears streaming. This was what she had done.
Her empire had the right to call her what they did. Perhaps that's why her father refused to bring her to the ladies. ‘You're a demon, Name...’ Was what her oldest friend had told her when they found out about her.
The demon that now possessed her ruined her once more.
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