The Demon Queen

Chapter 6

Scarlett’s POV-

I walked over to them, taking deep breaths, trying to stay calm. They were all smiles. Birsha looked like he wanted to run at me and kiss me. Damien looked a mix of jealous, happy and excited. I chuckled at their reactions. I noticed that their hair did look quite messy, which made me wonder what the hell they did.

“Well, what did you two do for your hair to be so messy,” I chuckled.

“Wait what, my hair is messy,” Birsha said, looking around for a mirror.

I pulled the compact mirror they had gotten me as a gift for my birthday a few years ago, from my bag, and handed it to him. I smiled, “Come on, you can sort your hair out in my car.”

I led them to my car, as Damien said, taking the books from my hands, “This is the compact mirror we got you for your birthday, when you turned fifteen.”

I unlocked my car, and got into the drivers’ seat. Damien got into the front passengers’ seat and Birsha got in the back, sitting behind Damien. Damien took my bag and put it by his feet. I nodded, as I buckled my seat belt up, “Yes, it is. Would it surprise you to know that I have kept everything you both have given me since we met?”

“I had my suspicions, you would do something like that,” Damien smiled.

“Well, we do have a lot of work ahead of us for the assignment, but we do need to get to know each other. And, I...,” I paused, starting the car, and driving from the car park.

“I... what,” Damien asked.

“I don’t know much about demons. I know I am half demon, half witch. My father left me when I was young. I haven’t seen him since,” I replied.

“You are a hybrid. Sorry to change the subject like this, but does my hair look okay,” Birsha inquired from behind Damien and me.

“You look ravishing, my love,” Damien smiled, when he turned around to look at Birsha.

“Oh good. Now, Scarlett, did you say you are a hybrid,” Birsha said.

I chuckled, nodding, as I drove quickly back to my home, “Yes, I am. Are you two mates? And, I guess I am fated to mate both of you.”

“Birsha and I have been mated for the last 3400 years. Do you know? Can you already feel it,” Damien asked.

I bit my bottom lip, feeling really nervous, but wanting to tell them the truth. But also knowing that they have been mates for 3400 years, and here I am a seventeen girl, was a lot to process. Birsha and Damien groaned, as Damien said, “Please, don’t chew that bottom lip. You have no idea what that does to us. What are you thinking about, tell us, my princess?”

I gulped, and took a deep breath, before saying, “3400 years. So, how old are you both?”

“I am 3425 years old. Damien found me when I was 25 years old, and he was 1210 years old. Damien is 4635 years old,” Birsha replied.

I knew they were older, but that was surprising. They literally looked like they were in their twenties. I changed the gear in my car, just before Damien gripped my hand in his and rubbed circles on the back of it. I tried to hide the shiver that spread across my body. My breathing hitched, just as his did, as he asked, “Do you feel them, like Birsha and I do?”

I let out my breath. I didn’t know I was holding, as I whispered, “I do. I feel them. I don’t know how long for. I just know that from the day we met, I’ve been drawn to both of you. Every time we touched today, I felt them.”

I pulled my hand from Damien’s grip, and focused on driving. We drove in silence for about ten minutes. I finally turned onto the final road.

“Even when you kissed my cheek,” Birsha asked, as I drove and turned onto the driveway of my home.

“That was the first time I ever kissed someone. But yes, I felt them,” I said as I parked, grabbing my bag, and jumping out of the car.

Birsha teleported in front of me, making me jump, as he reached up and stroked my cheek. Damien teleported next to Birsha, and whispered, “Breathe, Birsha.”

“W... what’s going on,” I asked, quietly.

“I am fine, Damien. Scarlett, I want to kiss you,” Birsha said, making me turn away as I blushed.

He pressed his lips to my cheek, before whispering, “I will capture those lips soon enough.”

Damien had his hand on Birsha’s shoulder, as Damien asked, “Are you in control, Birsha?”

Birsha stepped back from me, and nodded. I whispered, “You are a lust demon, aren’t you, Birsha?”

I guess I showed the little fear I felt too clearly. He nodded, looking at the ground, as Damien said, “What have you been told about lust demons?”

“We should go inside, before we talk more,” I looked at Birsha. He looked upset, broken at the fact I looked scared. I stepped closer to him, and slid my hand into Birsha’s hand, as I continued, “I am not scared of you. I could never be scared of the only two people who were always there for me.”

I pulled him inside, grabbing Damien’s hand on the way, and pulling them both into my home. I have a large house. It was a mansion, left to me by my father. Ten bedrooms, twelve bathrooms, a library, a living room, a dining room, and a large kitchen. Swimming pool in the back garden. It was old-fashioned on the inside. I liked it like that. I let go of their hands, and called out, “Cerb! Cerb, come here boy.”

My big black fur ball came charging towards me. I stroked him, as he growled at Damien and Birsha. I scolded him for it, telling him that Damien and Birsha were here to stay, so he needed to be good. I led Damien and Birsha into the living room, and gestured for them to take a seat. Damien placed the books on the end table, before taking a seat next to Birsha. The books were near a photo frame of a very important picture to me. I swirled my hand around, using magic, to ignite the wood in the fireplace. Damien smiled, “Impressive. I thought witches had to cast spells to use their magic, or use wands.”

I nodded, in agreement, “You are right, they need to. I don’t. I never needed to cast a spell or use a wand.”

“You are serious,” Birsha gasped.

I nodded. Damien chuckled, “You are full of surprises,” he paused, “So, what do you know about lust demons?”

“I don’t know much about demons. I only know what Amelia told me. She told me lust demons can be rough in bed, and can go into a craze, which I think is why you caught a glimpse of fear in my eyes,” I replied.

“Well, she was right. But in my experience, lust demons, especially Birsha, can be extremely passionate and romantic. That is one of the reasons I love him. He does have his moments when he is rough, but then so do I, and I am a wrath demon,” Damien explained, wrapping his arm around Birsha.

“Are you afraid of me,” Birsha asked, his eyes focusing on me.

I was drowning in the dark endless abyss of his eyes. Bewitched by his deep black orbs. I shook my head, “No, I am not afraid of you. Surely you both know what I am? How innocent I am?”

Damien and Birsha looked at each other, a look of joy, excitement, and lust in their eyes. Birsha whispered, “You are a virgin.”

I nodded, “That was why I was a little afraid.”

“I have promised Damien to tell him if the craze is going to start, so he can deal with me, so I won’t hurt you. When the time comes, I will be gentle with you, and if, at any point, you feel like I am being too rough, but I can’t stop, I know Damien will stop me. I am going to try my hardest to be good for you,” Birsha said, a pleading look in his eyes.

“I believe you, Birsha, I do,” I smiled.

Damien smiled, and kissed Birsha on the head, “I am glad you both are okay with all that. Birsha and I both promise, we will go at your pace. Scarlett, is there anything else you want to ask about demons?”

“So, Birsha is a lust demon, and you are a wrath demon. What is it like being a wrath demon,” I asked.

He nodded, “I have a short fuse, my rage and anger can go from naught to sixty in less than a second. I get jealous easily as well.”

“Were you jealous, when I kissed Birsha on the cheek,” I inquired.

“I was, though I was more excited than jealous,” he replied.

I smiled, looking down at my lap, before saying, “We should get to work on our assignment.”

They nodded, and Damien grabbed the pile of books, passing them to Birsha. That was when he noticed the photo frame, he picked it up and showed it to Birsha. They looked like they had seen a ghost. My brow furrowed, as I asked, “What is the matter?”

“Who is he to you,” Damien questioned, pointing to the man holding me, when I was six years old, in the photo.

“He is my father. That was the last time I saw him, the last photo of me and him together. Why do you ask,” I replied, watching Damien and Birsha exchange looks.

“You just look like him, is all. Let’s get to work on this assignment. I wouldn’t want you to fail your class,” Damien responded, quickly.

I smiled, suspicious of what they were hiding. I wanted the truth, but maybe they need time to process it, or maybe talk to my dad. My mum did say he was demon royalty, so maybe they have to go to him first. Maybe a demon custom or something. We got to work on the presentation, and we ordered food, so we wouldn’t have to stop working on the assignment. It got late, and we had done a first draft of the presentation, so we called it quits. They left, and I went to take a bath, and then went to bed.