Ebony climbed the stairs to her apartment, jamming the keys inside the keyhole with a sigh before opening the door to her comfy home. Though the insides were not much, but she made sure her home was as neat as possible. She flicked the main lights of the mini living room before going over to the kitchen to drink a glass of water. Ebony went over to her room to find Mr. Cuddlebubbles sleeping on her bed. She changed into more comfortable clothes after taking a quick shower before bringing out her SpongeBob notebook and pen to jot down everything before she forgets.
He has golden eyes, well-built like most demons and very tall. He was putting on a mask…why wear a mask? She bit the tip of her pen cap in thought. She shrugged it off and continued to write every single thing she observed about him and his appearance.
I was the only one who could see him…why?
She paused to think again under the soft glow of her table lamp as she wrote. She would have considered it all a daydream if Damon, his brother didn't come downstairs to pick him up.
Summary of my observations of him is; it's true of the rumors of him being drop-dead gorgeous, even while not seeing the entirety of his face. He is a shy demon and pretty nicer than most people could think of. I don't think the rumors about the deal with serial killers and other bullshits about him is true. Or am I being too quick to conclude?
Ebony stood up to take down the poster of him on her wall. The media might be very sneaky and good at taking pictures of people that are sometimes invisible…but now that she has seen him this doesn't really do any justice. If she sees him, she would draw him and hang him at every corner of her world.
Rayven. A very peculiar name for a demon.
The only demon the whole world is still trying to save. She placed her hand on her chin. Most people have abandoned him. Only the nasty and heartbreaking rumors of him are alive in people's heart, and it is how people see him.
The miserable mysterious demon hiding behind his big brother's protection. Depending on him for mostly everything, and he has a big fetish for the darkside.
Ebony sighed as she closed her notebook.
"I can't wait until I make his heart beat again, and he becomes one of the angels. More beautiful and bursting with light."
It's something she has sworn to do, and she has an idea how to go about it. Something no one has tried when it comes to redeeming demons. And she has the faith the size of a mountain that it will work.
Ebony switched off her table lamp and cuddled beside her second favorite thing in the world apart from giving Rayven his redemption…her cat, Mr. Cuddlebubbles.
She remembered every single that happened at the party. It was shameful how even his fellow demon lords indulged in gossips about him. They should be the one to have his back and shut us up when we say things that are not true about him. They should not be the ones to start the talk of him at tables. Or could they just be in the dark like the rest of them about who he really is?
This made her pity the demon the more. He must have been so hurt to hear them say such awful things about him behind his back. Even talk shit about his brother. That must be the reason he gave up and left.
What would their faces be if they had any idea of his presence at the party? Would it be the one of shock and guilt, or they would just go ahead and say it right to his face?
He is not a failure.
Though redemption is hard for him right now.
Ebony sat on her bed. She couldn't help stop thinking about him.
That doesn't make him the freak they paint him to be.
"I would really love to try your better ways in redeeming me, Ebony White."
She smiled as she brought her legs close to herself and rested her chin on her knees.
"It was beautiful meeting you,"
All that's left to do now is to prepare for the day he would give her a chance to help him. That includes making herself gorgeous and smart. Whose heart wouldn't race at the sight of a gorgeous woman?
She relaxed back on the bed to stare at her ceiling, stroking Mr. Cuddlebubbles fur.
He should have gotten himself another heartbeat. She would fail in her course to redeem him if she is also brainwashed with the usual ways to redeem a demon. They should stop being rigid. He is a different kind of demon that needs fresh new ideas and ways to bring him to light. Not necessary every idea needs to work out for everybody. Even if it is just a person. I'll just have to be patient and make good use of this time I have with me to prepare for the day fate, destiny or whatever it's called to bring us together.
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Veronica peeked through her balcony the moment the cars drove in. They are back.
She limped back to her room, with an expression of discomfort as she did. She has applied some pain relieving ointments on her ankle and hoped to feel better by tomorrow.
"They are back, mom." She whispered as she sat on the bed and placed her phone back in her ears.
"Really? But I don't understand why that demon lover of yours would abandon you with such cruel demons and not take you with him."
"Oh, god, mom, for the last time, he did not abandon me. He can never. Not with the sacrifices we did to never make that happen. Do you remember?"
Her mom was silent as Veronica proceeded to the large walk-in closet to continue with rearranging her things and settle in as much as possible.
"The only reason he got his redemption." Her mom responded.
"Exactly." She turned on the lights and sighed at the mess. Her clothes were everywhere and a lot of boxes she is yet to unpack. "Mom." She whined on the phone. "I can't take this anymore. How am I going to survive here if I don't have a maid to myself?"
"Calm down, my little magic. I'll send someone over there to assist you the moment I get the chance. Please be patient with mom for a while."
Veronica rolled her eyes. "Till I die of overworking myself or have an accident because we're forbidden to turn on the lights anywhere outside my room even when it's dark? Can you believe such ridiculousness? These brothers are so creepy. Too creepy."
"Should I look for a hotel for you?"
Veronica sighed. "My husband wouldn't approve of anywhere else. All in the name of keeping me safe. Is the magic supposed to make him this possessive and clingy towards me?"
She put her phone on speaker and placed it on the little marble island placed in the middle of the walk-in closet.
"I mean," she began to drag one of her heavy boxes towards a shelf. "It shouldn't even place the thought of him getting married to me. The deal was to get him redeemed and get our share of reward from the angels when that happens, and move to that private island we use to dream about. What in hell happened?!"
"It looked like we practiced the wrong spell on him. And it was my fault, dear. I still regret it till this point. But look on the bright side, he is taking good care of us and you. We get to spend his money and whatever he got as we like without nothing to worry about. You get to be his wife. The wife of a redeemed fallen angel. You are on a higher social status than most celebrities out there. That is more rewarding enough."
"Yeah, I guess so." She pulled out a hairband to tie her hair into a tight knot and got to work. "But it is not enough. I am not married to the most powerful demon lord in the world. Constantine is just a first rank minor. It's not enough."
"I don't understand you, buttercup. Share your dreams with me."
Veronica pulled out some cursed dolls with needles poking every inch of their body and began to arrange them neatly on her shelf. "What I am saying is that being the wife of a first rank minor demon lord is not enough. I dream of getting my hands on the one on first rank supreme. It would have been so easy for me if Constantine didn't beg me to marry him. Think about it mother," She brought out a red cloth with drawings of each zodiac signs on it, folded it and placed it on the shelf. "I get to sleep with a first rank supreme and have him obsessed with me like how Constantine can't do without me. We would have more money and power, and we would be unstoppable. Can't that be us, mother?"
Her mom chuckled, "I like the way you think dear daughter. It's a big sign that you truly are my daughter. I am on my way to India tomorrow night. And while I'm on my trip, I'll figure how to find a way to make that possible for us. Do you have a demon on your mind you plan to use to achieve that?"
Veronica gazed at one of her potions of witchcraft. Her eyes darkened in recollection of its purpose. "He is a bit shy and in hiding. My dear husband brought me to him. We have three months to make this work. I'll try my best to see him face to face and see if he is worthy of our plans. Although it's going to be challenging because of that annoying brother of his spreading his wings about him like an egg…but don't you worry mother. If I could conquer Constantine, who is Rayven and Damon?"
"I am forever proud of you. Just let me know if we would be using them, and I'll get to work on how we are going to go about it."
There was a loud knock on the door of her room bringing a smile of satisfaction on Veronica's face.
"Good talking to you, Mother," the knock got louder and angrier. "But I have got to go. Seems like someone's about to burst my brains for spying on them."
"Take it easy on them."
"I won't." She ended the call and limped towards the main door, frowning as he was moments from tearing the door apart.
Veronica took a moment to calm her nerves before opening the door and coming eye to eye with Damon. Who looked like he wanted her dead.
"What did I say about making your presence known to him?"