The Demon King's Virgin Bride

2 Dark alleys, Dreams and Disbelief

"He's a beast and he wants your purity."

"No! No! No! No tomato." The cafeteria lady gave Amy an annoyed frown and placed the huge tomato slice in a near-by container before patching the bun on the burger and handing it over to her in a small box.

"That will be 2.25." Amy fished through her jean pocket for her wallet, a skeptical look on her face as she took out a five bill and gave it to the petite overweight woman.

As soon as the pudgy blond turned for the cash registrar, Amy whispered her complaints, making us burst into laughter.

"Even without the tomato!" She began and I shook my head, her pettiness never ceases to amaze me, "it should have at least went down by the 25 cents." Charlize cackled loud enough to earn us some interested stares from some pupils waiting in line to order from the cafeteria. I slapped her on the arm, and she whined childishly, "and look at her, I mean I know stacking burgers is the only exercise she gets in a day, but does she have to press the darn screen so slowly!"

Amy usually has very thin, easily eroded patience, we're talking about a person who tosses a bag of potato chips across the room when her usually long acrylic nails get in the way of her opening the bag- right now she's particularly annoyed because she wants the conversation, a mad one might I add, we were having before we got here to proceed.

 Scarlett is as well tapping her foot on the vinyl floor impatiently, she wants to say something, that much I know, but she knows that unwanted ears should not catch on that last night, on a school night, we were naked in the midnight hour while most snored away, practising witchcraft.

We waited aside for Amy to collect her change since we have all gotten our lunch. Scarlett opened her mouth to speak but a scowling Amy was quick to silence her, "Don't say a little word until I'm done." She warned and Scarlett cheekily stuck out her tongue at her.

To "pass time" Zoey begins to air out the latest gossip - particularly nothing new, we have had way too many rumoured student-teacher affairs for it to spur on any interest from me, yet surprisingly, eager, crafty and unrelenting Charlize still has not  managed to bed Sir Flair. Well, when she finally bags that achievement, is when my interest in school gossip will be replenished.

I take a quick glance over my shoulder and spot the cafeteria lady (Who shamelessly none of us ever care enough to eye her name tag so she'll finally stop being addressed as the "kitchen lady" or other disregardful names) presenting Amy with her change. Her chubby face is not the most welcoming, I assume she must have overheard Amy deriding her earlier.

After what the girls and I regard to be relative to a decade long wait, Amy joined us and we finally progressed to the dining hall.

"So yes, we set you up, you will thank us later." Riley continued right where she left off, throwing me a wink as I turned to face her.

They have tried to explain it multiple times, the entire drive from home to school and the minutes before we got to the cafeteria, but I still fail to piece together understating with the little, implausible "facts" they have given me.

If you assumed that after Seraya's little statement last night I rolled my eyes and later on had a very peaceful sleep, you assumed correctly, I did not bother myself the tiniest bit worrying about a ghost that will invite itself to my house at the peak of night and "make me a woman", because nonsense, humorless joke is all my brain had interpreted it to be.

 I was not the least surprised when the minute I got into Seraya's eight sitter SUV, I was pelted with questions about my "visitor" and how it felt. Needless for me to say, when they learned that not only had I had no visitor, but I also did not believe a ghost had chosen me, the girls were severely disappointed. I had also provided them with a new goal- convincing me to accept the reality the spell has birthed me and to do so gladly.

I highly see that happening, when I do not even understand how they have "hooked me up and saved me," Zoey's words, not mine.

Noticing the unbelieving look I had on, the "expert" stepped in and gave explaining everything to me a try. "We planned this two weeks ago, and I worked darn right to find the summoning spell and all that was done, we just had to trick you into coming, which was not hard at all. While we waited for you, we worked through the plan and made sure that Charlize won't slip up, " the mentioned girl rolled her eyes and I listened attentively, not to miss a single word, "we conducted the spell especially for you, because you're pure and just what he wants, that's why I drew out your blood and lied about having done so to the rest of us. Since we're practically whores, we knew it was highly unlikely that we'd be choosen, especially since the spell required a chaste, fair maiden - YOU!"

I still do not understand.

Seraya did not exactly stutter or mention anything beyond my ken, it is just that I do not see why they would go through all that trouble, how is summoning a ghost for me going to benefit me or them?

"Why are you so quiet? This is an incubus we are talking about." Scarlett gushed, the rest of the girls humming in agreement.

Thankfully the dining hall is not as occupied as most days, meaning the usual bable is decent enough for our words not to get lost in the noise.

"What the hell is an Incubus?" I asked as we settled down at the farthest table in the corner.

"A s*x demon." Olivia was quick to answer me and I was displeased that even she had knowledge of all this ghost, king of the Underworld mumbo-jama, I was hoping she will be the one to console me and take side by me in the clueless corner.

"Exactly what you need, before cobwebs start growing down there." Zoey added on, unwrapping her burrito with a very satisfied grin.

I am not dumb and I am proud to have a well functioning, immensely capable brain, but I still have not caught on to the significance of everything.

What role do I play in all this?

Am I supposed to be feeling a certain way?

And most importantly-

"What does my v****a have anything to do with this?"

"E-V-E-R-Y-T-H-I-N-G!" The girls answered in unison, Riley continuing with,

"It is finally going to get some action."

Ehh?

I must have sounded like the biggest i***t ever when I asked, "How?"

Charlize's reply is very frank and blunt, "You are the chosen one." The chosen one? "He is going to f**k you Reese."

Exactly!

 How is that even going to be possible!

"How is a ghost going to f**k me? Bloat me with air?" I was not exactly giving stand-up comedy a spin, but I sure have an extremely amused audience.

I feel like a fool.

"He is not a ghost Reese, he is more like….you know, a supernatural,  powerful, beautiful, very beautiful, dominant beast and he's the king of Demons, tell me you don't find that sexy!" Seraya explained after getting over her fit of laughter.

My chicken nuggets have surely lost an undesirable amount of heat but eating is my last concern, not when I have not fully recovered from that ting of embarrassment and my intellect is being challenged so dearly.

King of demons..

King of demons..

King of the Underworld..

Hmm..

The Underworld..

Under-

World..

"On her knees, she looked up to the heavens.."

Up to the heavens..

Under-

WHAT!!!

"You set me up! With THE DEVIL!!"

I was in disbelief, I can't believe that my best friends of more than twelve years were capable of conspiring against me and executing such a stupid plan.

Who wants to be bound to the devil? Who?

I should have known! My gut feeling had told me that they were up to no good and that there was more to the "ritual" than they had told, but I never expected this!

I am not exactly religious, neither are my parents, but I am not an atheist either and Melcan is technically a Christian country, though commitment to the believe is dwindling rapidly and of no importance to the youth - I know about the devil, just as much as everyone else does and he is not in any way fitting of any definition of attractive.

The girls remained calm either way.

"Well he is not exactly the hideous, horned, seven-headed serpent devil you know." Seraya informed me, a satisfied smirk plastered on her face.

"Oh yeah, how does he look then?" I challenged, Zoey shaking her head while chewing on a potato wedge.

"Beautiful. Very beautiful. He comes in many different forms, all of which, I'm certain you are going to appreciate." The smug look on Seraya's face, I wish I could share her excitement.

How does that change anything? That's right, it doesn't.

"Purple devil,  blue devil, snake devil, llama devil, one and the same thing-  it's still the devil! And I want nothing to do with it."

"Him." Amy corrects.

Scarlett reprimanding me as I roll my eyes, "He is a king, addresss him with some respect."

Whatever.

"You girls do realise that this is crazy right? I am not going to have s*x with the devil!"

I raised my voice a bit and caught some intrigued eyes in my direction, I lowered my voice, I don't want any of the Deacon Smith High pupils overhearing all this madness, such talk is the kind that lowers one on the social ladder and lands people in the mental institution.

"You said boys do not do anything for you, so we got you an Incubus that's definently going to do it for you, give you your s****l debut and-" Seraya was not even done when Scarlett chimed in,

"And do you realise how lucky you are! Your first time is going to be with a s*x GOD, he is going to give you out of this world orgasms- I did not even get to c*m my first time and many, many times after. He is not a boy and my goodness mhmm.. he's  going to hit all the right spots, I honestly envy you."

I eyed her incredulously as she opened a can of soda and took a sip.

Okayyy...time to end this madness before I lose my brain cells.

"You got me, you got me real good, you girls can cut it out now." Dipping a nugget in sauce, I was thrown some very confused stares.

"Reese this is not a prank or joke, this is real, by the end of this week you won't be a virgin."

"Nothing like that is happening, my virginity is not going anywhere." I stated firmly, Seraya obviously did not entertain a single word I said, I pray she does not have reason to.

Of course she does not.

"Demon d**k is going to pop your cherry honey and you will thank us later, " Riley remained adamant they have done me a favour, "he wants you and has chosen you and he will come collect what belongs to him."

I snort, a bit offended she regarded me like one would a lifeless possession, "I belong to who? Listen here babes, I do not belong to anyone or anything. Do I look like a piece of furniture?"

"Point is, you are the one he wants." So you say, Charlize.

"Why does he want ME?"

I still do not quite get it, "Lord Thiervion" could have easily picked any of the girls, I do not consider myself the least attractive or anything but I have very gorgeous friends, that appease the eyes of any man and same should go for demon, incubus, devil- whatever he is.

Just take a look at Seraya, her exotic features, her thick, long , healthy, bouncy black hair we only get to see on those exaggerated shampoo ads, her naturally tanned, smooth, flawless caramel skin, her long toned legs, her enviably slim, curved wasit, her unique pine, olive with specks of blue eyes, her tiny, yet proportionally fitting for her physique, perky breast. Olivia is an angelic beauty, big blue eyes, platinum blond hair that draps down to her lower back that is naturally fizzy but compliments her personality very well, her slim, defined, petite figure, and although I'll never openly admit it, I really wish I had n*****s and an areola like hers. Scarlett is a stunning brunette, with cocoa brown hair similar to mine, except mine flows below my waist and hers is in a bob cut with bangs, her most admirable feature, other than her long lashes and sky blue eyes, is her fashion sense- the girls has style, okay, she's the most stylish of us and taking from her mother, who was Miss Melcan and Miss Universe a couple of times some decades ago, her figure is stunning and she rocks a bikini in a way that would put to shame most bikini models. Zoey is a bit on the pale side, but her milk coloured skin does no harm to her beauty, her eyes are an intriguing light brown, like they jumped off an Egyptian Goddess and she has a firm, round ass that all of us always wish we could "borrow " when putting on jeans, she is slimmer on the chest and has tiny breast any man will still appreciate. Charlize, loud Charlize, is more of a tom boy, but not in physique, her naturally blond, dyed purple hair is in a boy cut that I must admit makes her look like a badass, she is a big fan of leather, but don't lump her into the "bad girl" stereotype, she doesn't own a motorcycle and has not even one tattoo, only a nose piercing. Her boobs are an impressive D cup and she is very proud to flaunt them (especially the days when we have Physics and Robotics) and her legs validate her love of tennis and competitive gymnastics. Amy reminds most of us of a lead in a spy movie. She is mysterious, so are her features and her make-up, her dark brown hair is usually down and framing her face, her jaw is well sculptured and is the kind agencies normally seek in models and her dark blue eyes, which are usually surrounded by eye-liner in a smoky eye effect( if that's what you even call it) are intense and always look suspicious or daring. She's the tallest of us towering at nearly 5'11 and her figure belongs on a runway. Last but definently not least, Riley, the "fiery ginger", the dust of freckles on her nose, most of her cheeks, and a tiny portion of her lips, will have you wishing you had freckles, they accentuate her light skin so well, as well as suit her mint green eyes. She can be a bit of a goth, when trying to figure out her stand in style, her plump lips are familiar with dark lipstick shades and her naturally orange-brown hair is currently dyed a bold red, when she smiles, which is usually derisively, you'll see  the most perfect set of teeth.

So you understand why I don't see why when he  could have picked any of them, especially since they find having a s*x demon, not devil, devil, after you to be such a blessing, he choose me, the one who wants nothing that will put, d**k, s*x, hymen and my v****a in one sentence.

"You are what he desires the most." Me?! "You are the balancing element, because you are innocent, he is a beast and he wants your purity." Why must Seraya taunt me so?

"Well tough luck, noone is getting anywhere near my v****a, I have told you girls, s*x is not even a basic need of mine, I am very fine being a virgin and remaining one for the next decade if the pendulum swings that way." I was confident in my words.

"Oh it definently will not swing that way, no friend of mine is dying a virgin, which is where you are headed." It was as though Riley was affirming me.

"Besides," Scarlett began as the bell rang, denouncing the end of our lunch break, she took some time to groan in annoyance before she continued, "you'll be singing an entirely different tune once you get the preview, you might even end up loving s*x more than Riley does."

Riley?!

I HIGHLY doubt it!

"What preview?" I stuffed the small sauce container in the box containing all the nuggets and wedges that should have been halfway through the digestion process.

Charlize eyed Seraya and they communicated with their eyes, "I do not want to ruin the surprise, just know to expect him, might be tonight, might be the night after, or the night after that."

"You know what, " I want to wrap up this conversation, "I accept the challenge, let's see if your "royal highness Lord Thiervion" can handle me, succeed in getting inside my panties."

Charlize c****d a brow, "This isn't Zack Reese, or all the other boys who think they know to serve a woman in bed just because they watch porn all day, this is the master, a s*x breast, a brute with millenniums worth of experience, you will not resist him, trust me. By the end of this week, you won't be a virgin and you will take back everything you have ever said about s*x being overrated and us always exaggerating it."

So it's Tuesday and this time next week I will be giving the biggest "I told you so" speech of my life.

"We will see about that."

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I was very tired by the time I finished eating dinner and said my good night to my mom and dad. I am an only child, a miracle child as my mother calls it, because of the circumstances I was conceived under. Which is why keeping a close relationship with my girls is very important to me, they are the siblings I do not and will probably never have and they've got my back no matter what, even when they are trying to sell me to the devil.

I am still in disbelief and  I have left time to be the one to change that. The part I do have absolutely no doubt about, is the spell not being a joke or prank, they were serious when they said they will change my whole perception of s*x and relationships, but what holds all of my skepticism is the end result of the spell.

I do not believe it worked, not at all.

Walking into my room, I turn on the lights and quickly change into some comfortable  night wear. I am all ready for bed but one thing I have added to my routine that I must make a habit of doing every time before I hop into bed.

I walk over to wall connected to the door with a light marker in my grip.

Now let me see: Tuesday, check.

Virginity: check.

I tick the most important box on the checklist I have patched to the wall to keep me anticipating the day I not only prove the girls wrong, but do it in style. Satisfied, I get in bed, thinking about what a crazy week this is going to be, my eyes close and sleep engulfs me.

I look over my shoulder before taking a turn into a dark alley. I have never been this careless my entire life, I did not charge my phone hence the battery is flat and I can not call my parents or transport services to take me home and on top of it, I forgot my purse in my gym locker after tennis practice.

So, I have to walk and I do not remember my way home, I have to make sure I make it out of this dark alley unharmed, without a single scratch. Taking a deep breath, it is daunting how dark, humid and empty it is, the deteriorated, seemingly abandoned buildings besides me look like they would make it in a horror movie scene.

I am alone. The girls were walking right behind me a few minutes ago, but I had turned my head and they were nowhere to be found, I searched for them until I could no longer. I do not remember there being such a spooky side of town and this alley must be either expanding with every step I cover, or is the longest in the world.

Calm down. Ca-lm- do-wn, I whisper to myself, I have managed to frighten myself to the point of hearing things that are not there.

There it goes again, that sound. The padding of footfalls, a light thud, thud, thud. I must not be imagining it.

Oh my god!

Oh my god!

Someone is behind me, and is getting closer.

I pick up my pace, I am too scared to take a glance over my shoulder and size my possible attacker.  A side glance at the wall confirms my suspicions - a tall shadow, a few steps away from mine displayed on the wall of the tall building on my right. My eyes search for an exit with little aid from the wanning full moon.

I see none.

My heart is thumping wildly in my chest, I am beginning to panic. The person who possibly has the most malicious intentions towards me, is following me. It is a man, it must be a man, the figure of his shadow gave away that much.

Is this the night I die?

The night I add one more case to the yearly statistics of women raped?

Melcan has a very low crime rate, heinous crimes are occasional, but are there and when they do happen, they tend to leave the entire nation rattled to the core. Will one take place in this very alley?

Will my disappearance, my corpse be making the headlines as early as tomorrow morning?

I am too  young to die.

I have to get out of here.

Instinct disciplining foot, I begin to run, increasing my pace every five seconds. I do not hear the accelerated thuds of my stalker's foot steps. He is not chasing after me, he is not running, yet his shadow maintains close distance behind mine.

"There is no use, you can't run away from me."

He speaks! My heart nearly leaps out of my chest. I have never heard such a sinister voice, It chills me to the bone. I am whimpering, but do not want to cry, I have to fight, I can not go down without a fight.

I will not die a coward.

I ran and ran, seeing the end of the alley a few feet away from me.

I choose life.

A gush of wind suddenly sweep across my face and the plastic and paper wrappers on the floor heaved and were whisked to the other side. Before I can even make sense of what is happening, a burly, dark figure appears in front of me, out of nowhere.

I stop in my tracks before I crash into him. "I'm here." Is the last thing I hear before my screaming fills the alley as he grabs my wrist.

I shot up from the bed with a suffocated sigh, my heart beating erratically.

It was just a dream.

Just a dream.

That was terrifying. So terrifying, I can still feel the linger of his cold hand on my wrist.

I hardly have nightmares.

Wait.

The window.

There is surprisingly active movement from the curtain. Alert, I rush to the window to investigate.

That's strange, my window is open, fully open and I remember well closing it before I ate dinner. Taking a peek outside, I notice nothing to arouse suspicion and close the window and return to bed.

That was one strange dream, I hope I never have one similar to it again.

Once again, after a few minutes to pat down my fright, the last thought to grace my mind before I sleep, surrounds the two words from the dream.

"I'm here."