(Author’s POV)
"My dear queen ...... your wish is my command," Aamon uttered submissively as he knelt and bowed down in front of Elisa.
A devilishly vicious smile ford on her lips. Her mouth curved into the shape of a crescent as she thought, ’What a wonderful follower I have got.’ She then touched his cheek to lift his face upward and traced it with her sharp nails while saying, "You will definitely get your due reward. Now~ ...."
Elisa pulled out a Materia blade and slit her right palm diagonally without hesitation. Her crimson hued blood started dripping from her hand, but she didn’t even flinch or give a reaction. She stood erect and waited for Aamon to do his part.
Her blood soaked hand was a sore sight for Aamon, as his eyes turned cold. Then he got up from the ground at once and, without hesitation, took the dagger from Elisa’s hand and made an identical looking diagonal cut on his left palm. A rare mix of purplish blue liquid painted all his hand as it dripped down, drop by drop.
Then he reached for her right hand and placed it on top of his own, a clear gesture to give her power as well as control. Soon, the colour of Elisa’s blood began to shift to a shade of blue as she felt her body rejuvenating. She could finally feel the demon powers coursing through her veins.
A sensually alluring moan escaped her mouth as she closed her eyes and felt the ecstatic sensation. Aamon saw the satisfied look on her face and couldn’t help himself no more.
With his other hand, he reached for her nape and pulled her in for a deep and osculating kiss. Though Elisa was taken by surprise, she did not push Aamon away or even back down. She, too, dove into their steamy hot kiss, intertwining her tongue with his as they both ravished each other’s mouths.
After a session of scintillating and torrid affairs, Elisa pulled her head away, but her hand remained in his hair as she caressed his locks. She locked eyes with his and spoke, "Aamon, do you know why I ca to you for help?"
Aamon grinned like a cheshire cat as he asked, "Why~ .... my queen?"
"Because you~ ..." Elisa lifted his chin with her fingertips and continued, "Would never turn away and you aren’t noisy like others ... my dear, loyal allegiant."
"NOW and ALWAYS," he answered as he kissed her fingertips and licked them.
All of a sudden, Elisa let go of him and said, "I need to go. Wait for my good news." Saying this, she turned around and departed. As soon as she crossed the border, she looked back and scoffed, ’Foolish guy. Foolish yet extrely resourceful.’
Aamon saw her receding figure, and
the smile that was plastered on his face turned evil. He called his nether servants na, "Cerberi."
"Yes, Lord Aamon," the lesser demon got summoned on his command as he spoke.
"Arrange human clothes for . I need to go on a walk in the human world," he brushed his hair back and instructed.
The servant pursed his lips. He wanted to know Aamon’s intentions, but knew well not to poke his nose in his business. So, he simply bowed and obeyed his master’s orders, "Yes, my lord." Taking Aamon’s orders, the subordinate vanished.
"Elisa~ ...... my dear Ellie ... will you like my surprise? I hope~ .... you do," Aamon whispered under his breath as a calculating and cold look flashed across his face.
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At the crack of dawn, Sandra ca out of her room and saw that the living room lights were still off. She recalled Wendy telling her and William that Myra had caught a cold. So, she went straight up to her room to check.
"I am coming in," Sandra murmured lightly as she knocked at Myra’s door. She then entered the room and walked lightly, in order not to disturb her daughter’s sleep. Sandra was a little surprised to find Yelena sleeping alongside Myra.
Her actions broke Yelena’s sleep as she opened her eyes slightly and mumbled, her voice ca out rough, "Aunty~ .... Good morning."
"Good morning, my dear. It is ti to wake up," Sandra chid, though her voice was still hushed.
Yelena rubbed her eyes and got up at her greeting. A tired yawn escaped her mouth as Sandra inquired, "Why are you sleeping in Myra’s room? Did sothing happen?"
Yelena rembered last night’s event. Then, stifling another yawn, she answered, "She caught a cold, so I just thought of accompanying her for the night." She didn’t utter the real reason, as it would only worry her even more.
Sandra glanced at Myra and touched her forehead lightly to check her temperature. She sighed and muttered, "She isn’t having a fever."
"Ummhmm~ that’s good .... Aunt Sandra, why don’t you go downstairs. I will wake Myra up," Yelena suggested. Sandra nodded and departed.
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"Are you sure you don’t want to rest for today?" William asked as Myra was almost finished with her breakfast.
"Dad, I am fit and fine. I don’t even have a cough or cold. And you know~ ... yesterday, I skipped so of my lectures, I can’t afford to do that again," Myra reasoned with him.
"Plus~ ..." Wendy interrupted. "Today, Myra sis has a special class. She and I are going to attend the sa lecture," she muttered excitedly.
"Huhh?" Sandra wrinkled her brows in confusion. Yelena smacked Wendy’s back and explained, "What Wendy ans is that, from today onwards, except for first years, all other students will have to opt for a subject other than their major. Apparently, they want to promote diversity and inclusion. So, Myra, on Wendy’s persistence, opted for fine arts."
"And what did you select, Lena?" William questioned.
"Though I wanted to select the sa as well, but as I joined late, the seats all filled up. So, I had no choice but to go with the second option, physical education," Yelena said.
"Don’t worry. You will do well. Cassie will help you," Myra comforted her.
"Ahh~hmm~ Now, let’s go. Otherwise, we are going to be late for our new class," Yelena remarked as she got up from her chair.
Myra and Wendy were also finished with their breakfasts. They got up, went to Sandra to hug her and then to William for the sa. Wendy kept her hand on Myra’s shoulder and assured her parents, saying in a playful voice, "I will take care of your eldest, folks."
All others shook their heads at her antics as the trio departed the house, hand in hand.
"What’s with the mood with you two? Aren’t you both excited to experience sothing new?" Wendy asked them as she sensed sothing off about them. They were less cheerful and chatty than usual.
"YEAHHHHH! We are exhilarated," Yelena remarked in an exaggerated manner.
"Hahaha~ ... the look on your faces is telling that sothing is up with you two?" Wendy comnted.
"Your teeny tiny brain is racing too much, babe. Rein it in," Yelena muttered. "We are just ditating."
Wendy puffed her cheeks and said, "ditating while walking. What a wonderful skill you two have got." She was about to press them so more, but before that, her phone buzzed. She stopped and checked what it was. It was a text from her departnt.
Creasing her brows, she clicked at it and started reading.
A loud curse ca out of her mouth as she completed reading it, "HOLY FUCK~."
Her foul language caught the other two off guard as Myra said, "WENDS, what is~ ... what is up with you?"
"Ohhh~ .... sorry. My bad. It ca out without realizing," Wendy apologized as she clicked her tongue.
"And what was the need for you to use such colourful words like that?" Yelena questioned.
"Uhhh~ .... I just got a ssage from my departnt. Today’s class~ ... Prof. Stephani Gill won’t be leading it."
"Huhh? What do you an?" Myra inquired with puzzlent. "Isn’t Prof. Gill the one who takes your morning lectures?"
"Yeah, she does. But we are going to have a guest lecturer for today’s class," Wendy told them. "Ohhh gosh~ .... Now I am feeling nervous as hell."
"What~ ... aren’t you excited to experience a new professor? Hmm~ Wends?" Yelena teased her. "By the way, who is it~ .... the lecturer?"
"I don’t know. It is not ntioned," Wendy answered. "It just says that we are going to have a guest lecturer and nothing else."
Yelena nodded in understanding and comnted, "Don’t be jittery. You both will do well." She cheered them up. She then turned to Myra and asked, "By the way, are you wearing perfu?"
"Ahh~ .... Yes. Does it feel off?" Myra inquired as she slled her clothes.
"Nahh~ ... just asking. You don’t usually wear perfu. So~ ..." Yelena said.
Myra recalled Fabian’s words. He had suggested she wear it. So, she did. But she wasn’t aware of the underlying aning behind his words.
Wendy tangled her arm with hers as she said, "Let’s go and win this new, unknown battle. Are you with ?"
Myra nodded.
"Nahh~ .... You have to say Aye~ Aye~ Captain," Wendy muttered.
Scratching her brows awkwardly, Myra said hesitantly, "Aye~ .... Aye~ Captain."
The three of them laughed rrily.
To Be Continued . . . . . . . . .
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