Lesbian Paranormal Romance | Fiction
Her Witch, Her Demon: Episode 6
An unlikely visitor appears in the night
Every single night, without fail, the beautiful face of a certain witch invaded Nyx’s dreams. The dreams began with little flashes here and there. Then they evolved, the visions sharpening. Meredith. She would gaze at Nyx with such warmth and longing. Every single night. It was pretty much branded on Nyx’s mind, like an engraving on a golden statue.
Most nights, Nyx woke up sweating and panting, her member as hard as the mountains of Izriim, completely bewitched by the witch’s gaze. The fated bond was getting stronger and increasingly more painful.
To distract herself from the torment, as soon as the dreams started she would lock herself up in her studio, chipping away all night at the bulky lump of bronze. All night she worked, utterly lost in it, until the sun rose from its slumber. It was a good thing she didn’t need to sleep.
One night, Nyx ran her fingers along the cheeks of the statue. It was not finished yet, but it was coming up quite nicely and anyone who saw it would easily recognize it as Meredith. Was the witch asleep? Nyx wondered. It was half past two in the morning. She doubted Meredith was awake by now. Did the witch have sleepless nights too?
She sighed. Why would Meredith lose any sleep over her? Nyx was the only one suffering the consequences of the fated bond. As the humans would say, Meredith was Nyx’s soulmate. Her heart had chosen the witch the very first time she laid eyes on her. But what if the witch didn’t feel the same way?
The very thought sent a rush of panic deep within her gut. Why was this happening to her? Even among royal demons, the fated bond was quite rare. And for a demon to be fated to someone other than another demon, that was just unheard of. Why was this happening to her?
Nyx suddenly narrowed her eyes as her ears picked up tiny vibrations in the air. She paused, waiting, listening. There was someone upstairs. Who would dare enter her home without permission? Were they tired of living or something? She teleported upstairs in a flash. And there, sitting on a couch, with his legs crossed like he owned the damn building, was the fucking bastard.
She glared at the dark-haired hybrid. He smirked at her.
“Hi, Onixcasria,” he said, with a curt wave.
Nyx grabbed him by the neck, strangling him in midair. “You have some nerve coming back here, Rexadan.” Her grip tightened. “Didn’t I tell you never to return? So what the hell were you thinking? Threatening me with that text? Are you tired of living?”
“Nice to meet you too, big sis.” Even while chocking his life out, Rexadan still grinned like the idiot he was. But his smile immediately faded, probably from the murderous glint in Nyx’s eyes. “Look, Oni, I wasn’t threatening you, alright.” His breath was coming in shallow gasps now. “Fuck, sis, can you let me go now? I can’t talk if you keep strangling me.”
After hesitating for a while, Nyx dropped him like a sack of shit. He casually rubbed his neck before taking a seat.
“What are you doing here?” she asked her half-brother. Unlike most of her siblings who were all full demons, Rexadan had a human mother. His mother raised him in the human world until their father took him in when he was seven. “How did you know about Meredith?”
Most of their siblings thought the young demigron would not survive the world of demons because of his weak human half. Being eight years older than her brother, Nyx had tried to protect him from other royal demons who loathed his human side. But the older Rexadan got, the more ambitious and scheming he became. He fit right in.
“Have you been spying on us? If you dare hurt her — ”
“Oni, come on,” he interrupted. His dark green eyes held a sadness she hadn’t seen in him in a long time. “Will you forever hold this against me? I was just a child. I didn’t know any better.”
Nyx folded her arms. The rational part of her mind believed him. But recollecting his betrayal all over again reopened fresh wounds she thought she had buried. But was it really a betrayal if an ancient royal demon controlled him?
“I didn’t spy on you and the witch, okay? I just found out by coincidence.”
“Yeah, well, I don’t care. Leave now and stay away from Meredith.”
Rexadan stayed glued to the couch, not moving an inch. “Things are getting worse back home, Oni. Darizen… he’s…” His eyes seemed to be wrestling with something. “You need to come back. Only the strongest will succeed Father… and Darizen… he’s not fit to be the supreme monarch. He’s too rash, too deranged, Oni. He’s out of control. You’re the only one strong enough to stop him… Well, and father. But you know how he is. He won’t do shit about it.”
“That’s not my fucking problem.”
It was the same old story. Siblings so divided by a deep-seated rivalry that they would stab each other in the back. She was the only child of both her mother and father, and trusting none of her siblings had put that trust in Rexadan. Yet, her older siblings managed to poison Rexadan’s mind against her. Why would she want to go back to such a place?
“But what about the throne? Your mother is worried about you. And Heldan needs you.”
“I don’t need Heldan.” As for her mother, she would be fine. She was one of the most powerful beings in existence. “Look, I’m busy. Stay the night if you want. But I don’t want to see you here tomorrow.”
She was about to teleport back to her studio when Rexadan dropped the bombshell. “The Durug is back.”
Nyx stiffened, narrowing her eyes. “That’s impossible. It’s been disbanded since the truce.” That was about three hundred years ago. No one’s heard from them all this time.
“Come on, Oni. Do you think the most extremist demons just gave up their hatred for witches?”
Nyx paused thoughtfully. That made sense. Just because the demons and witches had a pact seemingly keeping the peace didn’t mean that all those millennia of hate would suddenly go away.
“I’m sure they’ve been active in the last three centuries. We just didn’t know it yet. Until recently.”
“That still has nothing to do with me,” said Nyx. “The Durug can destroy Rorel for all I care.”
“Oh yeah? Your girlfriend is a witch. And more importantly, Rorel is her home. Are you sure this has nothing to do with you?”
Nyx balled her fists. He hated Rexadan’s guts. But he was right.
“She’s your fated mate, isn’t she?” Rexadan smiled. This was unlike his mocking smirk — a rather thoughtful one, yet a little sad. When Nyx said nothing in reply, Rexadan added, “I thought as much. The day you two met at the Union, I was there. I saw how dumbstruck you were by her.”
Fuck. She must have been so distracted that she didn’t even notice Rexadan’s presence. “What were you doing at the Union?”
“I was looking for someone… Look, that’s not the point, Oni. The Durug has eyes on you.”
She gazed intensely at her brother, but he didn’t flinch. She stopped trusting him over twenty years ago. She wasn’t about to start now.
“Well, to be fair, they don’t know that Onyx Castle is Onixcasria.” Then he shook his head. “Seriously, did you have to adopt a human name that was so close to your name? I’m surprised no one has figured it out yet. Fucking idiots.”
She ignored him. “How do you know so much about the Durug? Did you join them?”
“What the fuck, Oni.” Rexadan looked visibly disgusted. His verdant eyes darkened in anger. “I’m trying to destroy that fucking cult. Those assholes killed my friends.”
Friends? Rexadan had friends? This crafty motherfucker?
Yet, his pain and rage were all too apparent.
“I know you don’t trust me, Onixcasria. I get it. I wouldn’t trust me either. But I need your help. You’re the only one who can help me take them down. Please.”
After a momentary pause, Nyx said, “You already know how to find them, don’t you?”
His stupid smirk was back, and his eyes shone. “I’ve been spying on one idiot. He’s a lesser demon with a low rank in the Durug. But I can use him to get some information.”
Honestly, she would rather not help Rexadan. But if the Durug was back and had eyes on her, then Meredith was in danger. Nyx would rather work with someone she didn’t trust than let Meredith get hurt. Not for a second taking his eyes off him, she said with the utmost calm, “I’ll help you, Rexadan. But if you so much as betray me again, I will fucking kill you.”
Rexadan raised his hands, nodding slowly.
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