The Demon's Bride

Author's Notes: Hey everyone, sorry for the long wait - working two jobs is keeping me busy! Just throwing this out there, would anyone be interesting in reading a "sequel" of sorts for Demon's Bride? If not, too bad I'm writing it anyway lol!


She felt alone; she felt broken; but most of all she felt hatred. As the young woman sat motionlessly on the cold surface of the large stone platform; Trish quietly allowed the tears to flow down her flushed cheeks. Her body was sore – both from the childbirth and from the violation she endured. Trish’s mind was restless – recalling the sour words the demon spoke that cause unhappy emotions to erupt.

Don’t be so sure – Trish narrowed her eyes slightly from the memories. No, she won’t allow her little Darry to be like him. Trish didn’t want her son to carry the sins of his father…

“Awfully quiet, aren’t we?” spoke the Creeper. “A penny for your thoughts?”

Trish glanced over her shoulder, seeing the demon relaxing against the stone as he laid on his winged back. The Creeper was picking at his sharp yellow teeth with one of his talon finger, removing whatever grime that was stuck between them. Trish rolled her eyes and turned her attention away from the vile creature.

“Just fuck off.” She spoke, wrapping her arms around herself.

“Like I listen to you,” chuckled the Creeper, shifting his weight to lay on his side. “Come on now, tell me what’s going on in that tiny little head of yours?”

“Like I listen to you,” sneered Trish, mimicking the demon’s words against him.

“What are we, children?” growled the Creeper.

“Just go away,” begged Trish – feeling too exhausted to deal with the demon.

“Aww… and here I was enjoying our time together?” teased the Creeper, sliding closer to the girl to place both his hands on her shoulders.

Trish was about to pull away but the demon’s grip on her was tight; forcing her to sit still as he leaned toward her ear. His hot breath tickle her earlobe as he breathed, causing Trish to stiffen. Trish closed her tear-stained eyes tightly, praying to any spiritual being to free her from her torment – to free her from him…

“You should realize by now… no matter where you go – no matter how far you run… I’m here forever… by your side.”

“I hate you…” whisper Trish.

“and I love you.” Spoke the Creeper.

Trish awoke suddenly; gasping for air as she jolted upwards from her bed. Her shivering body was soaked with sweat and tears, causing her clothing to cling to her. Glancing around the bedroom, Trish realized she was awake – away from the Creeper. But, for how long? Turning her head to the large dresser’s mirror by her bed, Trish caught a glimpse of her reflection.

She didn’t recognized the woman she was looking at, but she knew the reflection belonged to her. The woman looked wore, weak – pathetic looking – she was nothing but a fragment of her former self. Trish began to feel the bitter bile from within, she didn’t like the reflection she was seeing – this wasn’t her. The woman she was looking at wasn’t her – she wasn’t weak nor pathetic looking! She was a strong woman, no vile demon from whatever hell it was spit out of would destroy her; she refused to allow the Creeper to win. But… it was hard… and as much as she hated to admit it, the Creeper did managed to break her down some what.

Suddenly Trish heard the faint cries of her child, calling out for a loving mother that he craved. Carefully removing her sore body off from the bed, the young woman began her short trek toward her son’s room. Once there, the cries soften as Trish got closer to the crib.

“Knew Mommy was here, uh?” said Trish softly; smiling down at her child.

Darry only whimpered in responds; wiggling his arms and legs in the air as he cried. Trish smiled softly as she picked up the demonic baby and cradle him into her loving embrace. As she sat down on the rocking chair, Trish started to pull up her shirt to allow her son to suckle on her breast – feeding on her delicious milk. Trish watched as her son began to feed, examining him more closely as time went by. If it weren’t for the mandible-like wings covering his tiny skull and the similar dark skin like the Creeper, Darry would look like any other baby. Rubbing her baby’s back softly as he suckled, Trish realized he had no wings.

“I hope you’re nothing like the Creeper, Darry.” Spoke Trish, staring into space as her son continue to suckle on her milk-filled breast. “I really hope… you’ll grow up to be a strong… brave… caring man. One whom helps people, one whom makes a difference in the world… Just like what your Uncle would have been.”

A single tear began to drip from her eye, memories of her brother Darry were bittersweet indeed. Sure, they fought like any other siblings, but they were close with one another. Growing up they did everything together, well almost everything – but she and Darry always looking out for each other. When Darry crashed the car, she took the blame. When she broke her leg at age ten during a hike in the woods, little eight year Darry piggy-back her home. Trish sighed softly, she never thank him for that… now she was filled with regrets…

Suddenly a loud tapping noises was heard, making Trish gasp out a tiny scream as she wrapped her arms protectively around her baby. Trish turned her head to the window, seeing a large and scruffy bird tapping its beak against the glass.

“Gramps?” laughed Trish, shaking her head slightly as she got up from the chair. “Nice to see you again.”

With Darry cradling nicely in her arm, Trish began to pull open the window with her spare hand. It was difficult at first, but the young woman managed to open the window to allow the crow access inside. As the old crow flew in, it began to caw wildly as it landed on the mobile that hung above the crib.

“Hey calm down, you’ll scare Darry!” said Trish, eyeing the bird curiously. “What’s the matter with you?”

The old scruffy crow continued to caw wildly; flapping his large wings as he squawk. Trish rolled her eyes as she place Darry down onto the changing pad.

“Look, I don’t speak crow! So I can’t help you,” said Trish as she changed Darry’s diaper.

“Death Seekers…Holy Lights… Coming…” spoke the crow.

“Did… you just talk?”

“DEATH SEEKERS! HOLY LIGHTS!! COMING! COMING!!”

Elsewhere…

The moon was full and bright that night, hanging high in the sky as the light from the moon shined down onto the rocky Cliffside below. The sea below the cliffs heavily splashed against the rocky walls and jagged rocks that sat beneath the cliff. Within the cavern of the cliff, a small wooden door was carefully hidden from prying eyes. Inside was a cave; harboring a hidden passageway that hid a secret room deep within the cave. The room was dimly lit, creating a ominous presence within. There were large white and red candles that burned as they surrounded a large stone altar that was stained with candle wax and blood. A woman stood next to the altar, glancing around the dim-lit room with nervousness; then a voice was heard.

“Have you located the woman?” spoke a low, raspy inhuman voice.

“No, My Lord, I have not.” Spoke the redheaded woman known as Felicia as she lower her head in shame.

“You’re usefulness is slipping… just like your time in the realm of the living.” Warned the voice.

“Please… I need more time…”

“Time I shall offer… but the time I am giving is short.” Gasped the voice, like it was having trouble breathing.

“Do not worry my Lord,” spoke Felicia, though keeping her gaze upon the floor as she spoke. “I’ll find Patricia and the child, I promise!”

“I do not accept promises, girl.” Growled the voice. “Find the child and bring it before me, time is short.”

“Yes my lord… I shall bring it to you.”

END OF CHAPTER 11