To His Hell and Back-Chapter 397: Demon in Hell-II

Cracking sound filled the room as Arabella raised her glass and drink the milk. The sound of wind brushing against the window was particularly louder that day, causing for her to turn her head toward the slammed window instead of the mirror a few feet away from her.

"Did I left it open," she muttered to herself as she walked to the window, locking the door while the hands that were tying to pull itself out of the mirror began to emerge out a crooked nose with a flesh colored in the purple blue hue, like a corpse that had been found deep from the sea.

Arabella then paced to the fireplace, her knees bending as she reached out her hand to move the wood, adding more so the weather won’t feel far too cold.

When she felt a shiver, her head snapped backward to the mirror that remained spotless and unmoved, her frown appearing because the chill she felt came from someone’s breath... which is odd she was alone in the place right now.

"My imagination," she brushed off as she stood up and placed the glass somewhere on the table. After extinguishing all the lights in the bedroom, she began to prepare for sleep, fluffing her pillows and sleeping on it with the blanket pulled over.

Her eyes stared clear at the canopy of the bed for a long while, her lips pursed while she wondered in her head whether Renard would be fine left with Miranda. She didn’t seem to be an evil witch like Alice, her personality rather tame except for her give and take attitude. She also didn’t kill the rest of the soldier for trespassing, only shooing them away from her land with magic.

Maybe Renard was alright, or maybe she had just been trying to console herself pathetically. After all though they weren’t the closets, Arabella had thought of Renard as her friend, someone who was nice and interested in humans. A vampire different from the rest who never once forgot writing letters for his sister who he always spoke so fondly about. He was the vampire who made her think twice of their existence, to understand that though the vampires were different they treat families as families and care for them deeply.

Perhaps once this was all over she could talk to Miranda. Perhaps she could find a way to bring Renard back...

As her thoughts drifted away and her eyes shut close, Arabella who had fallen to a deep sleep wasn’t aware of the movement that had crawled from underneath her bed. The thin hands scraped the floor as it crawled out from the bed, the skin pale and purple appeared dry and full of old scars. It continued to move, continued to crawl outside and once its body was fully out from under the bed, its joints began to spam and crackle, the creature standing up with its back slouched forward and its golden eyes staring at Arabella as though she was a tasty flesh to partake.

When its long fingernails began to stretched to her face, the monster grinned only to find Arabella whose eyes were still close held back to its hands with such pure calmness.

When her eyes opened again, it was green as usual except for its iris that had turned slit like a cat’s.

"I have know there was a terrible energy here," muttered the demon inside Arabella. She looked toward the bed and hummed, "So you have been waiting for her to be alone to kill her. But that’s futile you know? This little lady has became stronger than before a mere curse like you wouldn’t have been able to touch her."

The monster seemed startled and tried to pry its hands away from her but it couldn’t budge even for an inch. After finding that pulling away was impossible, it stretched its hands as sharp as a spear toward her face but even that hands couldn’t reach them as it hit an invisible wall.

"GYAAA"

"Stop crying," the demon said when the creature began to let out a shrill cry of frustration. With ease, Arabella ripped his hand from its socket and her other hand shielded the bed so the creature’s black blood wouldn’t left a trace. Then when it was done, she stood up and caught the monster by its neck, wringing it tight until the sound of a crack resounded as she had successfully broke its neck.

As she stared at it, the demon huffed before looking all over the place. It question if it could even hide the body without being noticed by Cassius. His scent of smell was too good so if she hides the creature inside the closet, wouldn’t it be exposed soon enough?

Before Cassius finding the body, even Arabella would know and though now it was aware of how Cassius had confessed that there is a demon inside her body, the demon wasn’t planning to show itself anytime soon, it has a plan in its head and it refuses to be noticed now before its plan took place.

While the demon contemplates on what to do, suddenly the creature that was lifeless in its body began to move and when seeing that, its eyes lit up.

"You’re not a creature... but a curse!" The demon grinned wide before throwing the creature across the floor, knocking on some vase and the glass milk that was now empty to the ground.

With the delighted face, it continued to bend toward the bed, staring at what’s inside while rummaging through it with her hands. When she reached to something, the demon pulled it out only to see that what’s on its hands now was a paper tied with leaves and when it unroll what’s inside the parchment a few teeth, blood, and a witchcraft spell was etched on it.

"Quite a powerful curse isn’t it? If it wasn’t me who found it would anyone know about this curse’s existence?" The demon rose from the ground and walked to the vase, dipping the parchment paper that caused for the creature behind it to let out an empty cry as its body disappeared into pieces of dusts.

"Now, now, how should I tell the little lady that there’s a rat whose hobby is to curse its own master?"