I'm starting a new book 🥲it's a Fantasy with sub romance plot that I call, " MALIFICUS "
Idk if anyone is going to love it but check it out for me please. Ummm and I know you guys don't usually comment but can you guys make a small exception and drop your honest critic. I would really appreciate that.
MALIFICUS :
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" You think you scare me Lucifer ? "
I cursed my self mentally for stuttering as I took a step back. He took another forward a smirk I didn't know he could possess formed on his lips - it was wicked, lifeless and mischievous, just like him.
" No. I know I scare you " he took another step closer and another till my back was pressed against the wall. He stopped his hot breath fanning against my face. " You forget I'm the devil little one. I can smell your fear "
— MALIFICUS —
" We must leave immediately Ziafara, it's the devil - the devil is here for you and the child " Igor barged into the little cottage breathing heavily. He grabbed everything that belonged to me stuffing them into a bag.
I sat unmoving staring at him rubbing my belly slowly. He must have noticed that I wasn't immediately panicking because he turned towards me slowly. His eyes narrowed at my sitting form.
" Make haste love, the devil is near. "
" What devil " I whispered.
" what ? " He frowned.
" What devil ? " I said a little more louder " I'm going nowhere with you, let the devil take me if he truly exists " I gritted out. " I'd rather be with the devil than go with you "
His eyes darkened and his jaws clenched, his dark green eyes turning a terrifying shade of red making me aware that his Demon didn't take my words kindly. Every other day it would have terrified me, made me bend to his wills.
He was Igor.
Who would dare refuse him?
" You don't know what you're saying love ... " his voice held an edge of warning but I ignored it. " He wants you - He wants our child "
" He can have me and the child Igor, I never wanted the baby anyways " I shot at him.
" Ziafara "
" Don't say my name "
The room fell into silence. I looked anywhere but at Igor scared of what I would see. I had seen an angry demon — so many since Igor took me away. They weren't beautiful. They were by far the ugliest creature I've laid my eyes on yet I found it so fascinating how they could look beautiful to deceive the human eyes and take on their true form when they needed to. I was a victim to their tricks. A mere human attracted to his physical appearance, swooned by his words — it was true that the devil just had a way with words, bending and manipulating people to do his will.
Igor was no different from the devil himself. He had posed as a kind gentleman on the street of willburn while I was walking home from church.
He asked if he could walk me home and for a moment I was frozen at the spot staring at him, my jaws to the floor, my eyes wide open and my brain momentarily shut as I took in the god before me wondering why he would want to walk with someone like me. He was beautiful and he knew. He sported a knowing wicked grin on his face Then he opened his mouth and heavens I knew I wanted him. He spoke with so much intelligent. Spoke about heaven and earth and about God and I should have found it strange.
The way his jaws flexed with anger everytime he mentioned God, the way his eyes lit up when he talked about Lucifer, how he narrated the holy book like he had lived it - he was there. I should have known that even the devil knew the word.
I should have but I was a little too busy staring him down, my body getting hot with need at the sight of him.
We made love that night.
At the cold barn just outside my house. It was rough, fast and long. He didn't kiss me like I expected him to - not once and when I would lean in to, he would throw his head back and avoid my lips like they were dangerous. It was a wonderful night as much as the worst night of my life.
I woke up tangled up in the horse ( food )
He had left me. He never came back leaving me pondering if I was too plain ? Not good enough ? Stiff in bed ?
My body ached for him and he was on my mind 24/7. I hated myself for feeling for someone I only met once. It was something dangerous- what I felt. It wasn't love, it wasn't admiration, it was lust.
He came back. A month later he showed up at my door step the cocky seductive grin gone, his face cold and grim.
He told me I was with a child - the prophecy surrounding my child and the story of heaven and hell. He told me who he was.
I was terrified.
I told him he was crazy and asked him to get lost.
He lost it instead.
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- Tesha -
"Where is he?" I asked impatiently, biting down on my lips harshly. I didn't want to be here. I couldn't understand why Mother had insisted on letting me out today to see my father. I didn't want to see him. She knew I hated him - I hated who he was and who he worked for. I hated his blood coursing through my veins, thick and strong. I hated how much I resembled him - my dark red eyes and my white hair - the very features I got from him. I hated being the daughter of the devil's spawn - I hated him.
"Soon, Tesha," I scowled in response, gritting my teeth in a pathetic attempt to swallow whatever rude comment had formed in my brain. I was used to my mother's unenthusiastic one-word replies. I was used to the way she looked down at me with so much hatred, her eyes silently judging me as she spoke to me, her words slurred and carrying a tinge of annoyance and irritation, like she wanted to talk to anyone but me. But today, I wished she would say more. I pushed and pressed her to tell me why Hades wanted to see me, or even why I had to pack a few clothes. I wasn't going to live with that monster.
"Ziafara," I turned at the all too familiar voice I hated so much. There stood my father behind us, his face expressionless, and his eyes never leaving my mother's as he walked over to us. He hadn't changed, I noticed. Unlike my mother, who was covered in wrinkles and had grown a whole lot of grey hair, he didn't seem to age. He still looked dashing and like he was in his prime.
"Love, you look as dashing as always," I frowned, not failing to hide the look of disgust on my face. Mother rolled her eyes, scowling at him - there was one thing Mother and I had in common; we both couldn't stand my father.
"Cut the crap, Igor ..."
" Ziafara "
"Don't," I saw Mother's jaw clench. "We are here for one thing and one thing alone, Igor, don't make this any more complicated." I frowned, clearly confused by her words , but said nothing. Igor sighed in defeat, his gaze leaving my mother and finding mine, a small smile creeping onto his lips.
"Little Tesha," he stepped forward. I stepped back, sending him a harsh glare.
"You're after something - spill it," I scowled. His grin widened, an impressed look on his face.
" The devil never visits without leaving with something " I remembered Mother's words.
"You're coming with me, Tesha, back to hell. It's time you met the devil "