||| Cerberus Palace, Demon Empire |||
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MILES GAVE US FANCY NECKLACES on the same day we met, each with the gemstone that resembles our eyes, saying they had a magical protection, although he didn't explain what it was. And I could feel the magic warm in my collarbone where the heart-shaped ruby was. I'm still not comfortable with having an older brother, since I kind of like being the eldest and the power that brings, but the girls are all adoring him already.
My pettiness doesn't let me do that, although he is quite cool and a good company, I don't really like how much he cares for me. I mean, it's okay, but I'm not used to it. I'm used to being the one who worries, not the reason of the worry of someone else. Did I mentioned he's 7'5" tall? Makes me feel like a dwarf, I don't like it.
He's just like mom, although he has our father's build and muscled body. His hair is also all but big crimson red curls, and his amber eyes match his hair perfectly, giving him an Autumnal look. In one word, Miles is cute. Yes, he is ridiculously cute and it makes me want to pinch his chubby pearl-white cheeks, just like I pinch mom's.
Speaking of her, can you believe I only saw her after a week?! Goddess above, she must have been sexually starving if she couldn't even see us while locked on her wing of the Palace with our father. They called us to have dinner as a family in the ridiculously huge dinning room they have here. Really a dine room worthy of an Imperial Palace, but too overwhelming for me.
And while my sisters all felt happy and excited by that, I felt awkward. They were acting weird all day too, maybe they noticed that I'm jealous of them with Miles. Even though we all got ready together, singing La Di Die by Nessa Barrett feat. Jxdn, Uh Oh by Tate McRae, Collide by Justine Skye feat. Tyga, Dirty Thoughts by Chloe Adams, Unholy by Sam Smith feat. Kim Petras, and We Go Down Together by Dove Cameron feat. Khalid, they were still acting weird with me.
The whole idea of dinning in family made me feel kind of strange. I'm not used to having a father, nor to having a brother, or to seeing my mom married. I'm not used with demons, witches, and being in a Palace. Not to mention that I'm still feeling weird by having shot our father five times.
If he wasn't immune to venom I would have fucking killed him. That's too much to absorb. But it's not my fault if he acted like a pervert who came to abuse my mom. What else was I suppose to do?
I'm also finding difficult to deal with the idea of me not only being part witch and part succubus (like, I'm part sex demon), as the idea of me being the granddaughter of the Witch Queen and the daughter of the Emperor and Empress of the Demon Empire is just… off. Seems like a fucking joke, to be honest.
Yes, I knew mom wasn't really a normal person, but to know that she's actually a witch, born Royal Princess and daughter of the Queen, as well as an Empress? Are you shitting me? I don't know if I cry of shock or if I laugh anxiously.
How did my sisters already got used to it?
Mom wanted us to use quite the sensual dresses that matched the color of our eyes perfectly and all the girls did as she said, but I refused and as if she imagined I would do that, she separated for me a high-waist black short that clang to my waist and hips like a second skin, with a loose-sleeve deep red crop top that has a beautiful cut on the cleavage. As well as a seven-inches red platform that wraps on my ankles, making me feel taller as I'm 6'3" with them.
Both my sisters are also with heels just as high as mine, but most of theirs is being covered by their dresses. Only Thea and Kara are using dresses that shows their legs. I feel great like this, it's better for me to move, and it highlights my long toned legs. I'm also using my wavy hair loose, except for two braids at the frontal top that are tied on the back making a crown around my head.
I'm glad that this may be a magical world but is very modern to my surprise. They even have communication magical scrolls that are like calls from phones on Earth, but better. Miles also told me there's a magical scroll to send texts back and fourth to whoever we want, which is the same as sending texts, though here you get an answer right away, since no one can actually be on a offline mode.
The cute blonde demon girl who was working on our make up let me do my own as I asked, and she focused on helping my sisters finish their own, so I did mine using red, black, and gold highlighter, with a crimson red lipstick. Their make up was low key different and it made me feel like I was barefaced, so I guess they make it in a way that isn't bad for the skin.
Yes. I can get used to this.
And the girl, whose name was Penellaphe, was very excited to help us with the makeup, and kept saying how the entire world was celebrating that we were back. Although I found kind of exaggerating, since Miles mentioned that there are more than six different races here and lots of Kingdoms. I can't imagine why any of those other Kingdoms would be happy with our return.
Made no sense.
As my sisters finished getting ready first, I told them to go choosing their place on the ridiculously long dining table, and after hesitating a bit, they listened to me and left. So, I took my time, not really looking forward to the dinner with them. Unfortunately, I can't really miss it, nor can I lie about feeling sick because I never get sick and they know it. Besides… it is my family, I being comfortable with it or not.
Maybe it was my anxiety but I don't quite have a good feeling about this. I must be going crazy, it would be genuinely understanding if it was the case.
Sighing, I got up on the heels, putting two of the daggers I still have with me on the back of the shorts and the other two on the front pockets, which mom thankfully put on them. My gun, to my shock, still had 7 poisoned bullets, so I got put the trigger ready, because we never know. Putting it on the makeup table, I put on my long arc golden earrings, adjusted my purity ring and added three golden rings in each hand, as well as three delicate bracelets on my right forearm.
The tattoo covering my left arm was at display, a delicate whirlwind of shadows descending from my shoulder until my wrist in a beautiful spiral. Mom tattooed it, all the tattoos we all have, it was her who did it, now I know she put a spell on it for us to understand all the languages in this world.
I looked in the mirror and felt good about my look, so I took the silenced black gun and left the chambers with it in my hand, it makes me feel more comfortable. No one will mess with me if they know I'm with the gun. And even though this is my father's Kingdom, I don't trust anyone in his staff and it's good to be prepared for the worse.
One of the guards that were guarding the chambers I'm in guided me through the countless hallways until we got to the dining room, and as he left, I stared at the ridiculously tall double doors. Even a 10 feet monster can easily pass through here, all the floors in this Palace are tall like this, which make sense if you see how EVERYONE in here is 7 feet tall, including my father and Miles.
That's why I'm okay with such a high heel.
I gulped, staring at the doors, gathering courage to open it as I heard soft laughs coming from the inside, and when I noticed more voices than it was supposed to be if it was just us, I froze. Clenching my fists as anxiety crept inside of me. I'm not ready to meet more people.
Goddess, I'm not okay with my father and brother yet, how am I supposed to deal with strangers?
"Andromeda?" That's my father's voice. "Why are you standing there, sweetheart? Come here with us." Ugh, he must have felt me with his… demonic powers. Goddess this is tough.
Sigh, "I'll go inside in a minute. I'm trying to find in me the desire to be in the same place as you and Miles. Your annoying asses have been getting on my nerves. I'm not feeling well about it."
The strangers chuckled and I felt strangely warm on the inside listening to their laugh… not theirs but a deep and rich one. One that stand out. Ugh, I'm going insane.
"If you don't come in, I'll open the door with my magic!" Mom threatened.
"Wait a minute!" I took a deep breath, my heartbeat going insane for no reason. Damn it, I'm really feeling my body burn. Burn everywhere, "I'll go back. I think I've got a fever. Sorry. We can eat tomorrow!" But when I turned to leave, the doors opened a magical wind pushed me inside. My mom. Ugh.
"You ain't going anywhere. And why did you brought the gun?" She gasped.
I clenched my fist around it and heard a gasp, "I won't shoot you today again dad," slowly, I turned around. "Although I confess that does sound attractive. You look good while bleeding as if you would die," let's ignore the burning and focus on intimidating.
My gaze slowly ran through all the faces there, from my sisters siting in age order and my sit being guarded between Miles and Thea, as to the six smoking hot huge men, I mean… males, sitting across us. And as I approached them confidently, letting my eyes devour their features slowly, they all seemed tense.
All with different crowns on their heads.
The one sitting across Karalyn having amethyst eyes identical to her, muscled tan skin, broad and wide shoulders, sharp jaw, full lips set on a feral grin, and shoulder length wavy dark brown hair. With a wider silver crown slightly tilted to the side of his head.
The guy across Nayara also sharing her precious diamond iris, with his sharp jaw clench on a tense way, slightly full lips, longer nose, as muscled and broad shouldered as the later but with pale skin, and rich dark blonde curly hair. There's something off about him, I can feel it in my bones. With a golden crown in a more simpler style, but not less fancy at all.
Across Rosalyn, also sharing her citrine eyes, was the most muscled male I've ever laid my eyes on, like a Hulk but with dark chocolate skin, a beautiful face that reminded me of Michael B. Jordan, sharp jaw, thick full lips, and honey curly hair in a color that was very similar to our own. With a crown in a darker shade of golden, in a rougher style and with the pointy… thorns on the front with the middle being bigger than the two on the sides.
The one that came next, across Jasmine exhaled an elegant and royal energy, sharing my sister's beautiful sapphire spheres, with straight dark purple hair in a fancy style, tan skin, and a soft beard around his sharp jaw. All muscled like the first two, and with a an air of a Italian Mafia boss, if you can understand what I mean. With a elegant deep blue crown made of a jewel I can't name.
In front of Thea was a really cute male, same emerald eyes as my sister, although his eyes are almond-shaped and smaller, pale skin, snowy white fluffy hair, sharp jaw but chubby cheeks that showed dimples as he was smiling with his beautiful heart-shaped full lips, and he was muscled as well but more subtle like a businessman. A Japanese white-haired cute male. Jack Frost, he reminds me of Jack Frost if he was from Japan. With a crown made of emerald surrounding his head beautifully.
He looks Japanese to me.
And then my eyes stopped on the male sitting across the empty chair waiting for me, and his beauty was nothing short of breathtaking. It made me feel warm from the inside out and his eyes… ruby eyes identical to mine. He has the air of a villain, the hottest villain in the two worlds if you may.
Chiseled jawline, pale skin, dark obsidian wavy hair in a sexy style, his eyes big and attractive, long eyelashes, straight high bridge nose, straight dark eyebrows, sharp cheekbones, full reddish lips, pointy ears, canines slightly elongated in a otherworldly sexy way in display thanks to how he's grinning dangerously like Damon Salvatore would, showing the dimples in the corners of his kissable lips. His body clearly sculpted in a way that his clothes clang to his body like a second skin, showing how despite having incredibly wide and broad shoulders, his waist was thinner in a sexy curve of his torso.
He was all in black in a way that his ruby eyes stand out like two lights in the dark. Even his crown was out of obsidian in a more chaotic and aggressive design with beautiful thorns/spikes (or however that's called) coming all around it. I felt genuinely breathless looking at him and he seemed to like what he was seeing as his eyes ran down at me in the same way I looked at him.
My body burning in a way it never did before. Fuck. Is this the being-a-succubus thing? I don't like it. Not now, damn it. Although he is otherworldly hot.
Fighting my soul and heart, I teared my eyes from him and looked at my father who was already looking at me. Everyone was actually. So, I swallowed softly and arched my eyebrows, "What's with the eye matching stuff? Do you know how cringe it is?" I grinned mockingly, feeling a urge to bicker with him.
"Everything has a deep meaning behind it, sweetheart," he smirked and winked at me, making me cringe.
"Ew," I muttered and the object of my attention chuckled softly. Yes. He's definitely the owner of the laugh that caught my attention when I was outside. How weird. "Why are we lined up like this?" I asked still standing, staring at Miles who seemed to find this situation amusing for some unknown reason. "I don't like the reminder that I'm not the oldest anymore."
More people than the hot male gasped, but my ears only seemed to catch his gasp. "Still jealous, sis?" He asked playfully.
I blinked, "Yes!" I exclaimed honestly and turned to mom. "You said we were going to dine in family. You lied. These… males, are not family." I swear everyone tensed up. "And being honest, I don't feel ready to meet strangers, when I'm not even used to having a father and a brother," I played with the gun, enjoying how they seemed wary of it.
"You will get used to it," mom didn't even seem phased by it, already used to the way I do things. "Sit down, Andy."
I blinked at her, she doesn't usually speak like that. "I feel like standing up," I turned the gun to father playfully. "Tell me, father, what is happening? Why didn't you say those dudes were coming? Why are their eyes matching ours? Why are they so close to my sisters? Why is this dinner even happening? Why didn't you warn us before hand?"
His eyes went from me to my sisters, "I see that you decided to keep it from her."
What? "What do you mean?" I turned to Thea with confusion, "Did you know? Why didn't you tell me? Is this why your were all so fucking weird earlier?"
She but her bottom lip, "I…"
"You?"
"We didn't know how to tell you," what?
I frowned, on high alert, taking a step back, unsure of what kind of trap I had just walked into. "How to tell me what? One of you, explain!" As they stayed shut, I focused my eyes on Kara, "Karalyn. What it's happening?" She never lies to me when I asks her something.
And she gulped. She gulped. "Andy, you have to calm down, okay? Don't shoot anyone. I don't want to see blood again. Dad's was enough. That day you made a mess. I thought he would die."
"Don't avoid my question. Nayara! Tell me."
She avoided my eyes, "Mom and dad explained to us why she ran away with us to the human world, and uh… it's related to these males."
Feeling sick, I grinned viciously, turning to father again, "And you didn't think about calling me to you secret reunion? If you didn't call me then, why call me to this now? Did you really made me come here bluntly? Was it just me who thought this would be a simple family dinner as you said?" I turned to mom, "You didn't lie to us before, why now?"
"We thought you would freak out!" Miles exclaimed and when I turned my gaze to him he had the decency of flinching. Seems like I have the same affect on him. "Well, you seem to be freaking out now."
"I'm not freaking out," I said the words like curses. "I just want to understand what kind of trap all of this situation is. I don't really feel good about it. I should have stayed behind, I had a terrible feeling about this and my intuition never fails."
Father scoffed, "And I'm the egocentric."
"It's not being egocentric, Ezekiel, it's being self aware. My intuition saved me countless times. And every time I ignored, bad shit happened. Just like I felt sick on my birthday and then you destroyed our home out of no-fucking-where. Which ended in my shooting you. Bad situations cause me to act on impulse, and nothing good comes out of it!"
"Analyze the situation if you are so smart!"
Is he mocking me? I clenched my fist on the gun, playing with the lock of the trigger.