<--King Damian Von Choclin of Demon Domain-->
“Damian?”
“Yes mother?”
“Are you getting ready?”
“Yes, I am, mother.”
“Okay, actually I wanted you to tell you to cut your hair, but if you enjoy it that much… Please, put it in a braid.”
“A braid?”
Mother barges through my room, ready to teach me something new, I assume. She takes a deep breath before surprising me with, “sorry, here let me teach you.” She pulls my hair in front of my face. I look up at her and she smiles, something similar to a child.
Her hands move swiftly, yet she just stares into my eyes, I look at her face.
“Did you see that?” She chuckles to herself. It seems that once I have a permanent smile on my face, my mother’s personality changes.
“Yeah.”
“Don’t lie to me, Damian.”
“I’m not. I clearly saw it, see.” I copy mother’s cations. The look on her face changes, not of embarrassment but instead, shock.
“You saw that? Damian, you were looking straight into my eyes, how did you see that?”
“I was looking at you?”
“Nevermind. I shall seek Mr. Bushé to solve that mystery. Now, let’s see…” She pulls out her wand, more like a stick, and points to a corner of the room.”
A golden rope appears from thin air. No, not a rope, a ribbon.
“This was your father’s. He wore it right before he died.”
“I thought all of father’s belongings were called to the burial? There’s no way you could still have that.”
“Damian, don’t take everyone’s words for granted. Did you never connect the clues?”
Mother laughs. Not mother, a different woman. I’ve heard that voice before. It’s like I can’t remember it. The voice, I definitely heard it at the coronation, but when?
“Damian, my boy, did you always think that father of yours was your biological father? Did you never connect the clues? Damian, I expected better from you. Look what you have done. How is your mother? She’s in pain. What is Yehain doing? You don’t know, because you sent her to a living hell, didn’t you? Don’t deny my accusations, Damian, because they’re all true. You know it, everyone does.”
“No, they don’t stop it. Let my mother go!”
“You’re talking back now? Oh, Damian Von Choclin, my dear Demona Zynoteze’s son? What a pleasure to-”
The woman, who looks like my mother, chokes. Holding her neck tightly, she leaves the body, leaving my mother.
“What d-did I say, Damian? What did that monster say through my body?” She shakes me, desperate for an answer.
I could only say two words.
“Demona Zynoteze.”
Mother’s pupils retract. She raises her hand while putting her other palm on my cheek.
Then, in a swift motion, she raises her hand and slaps me, knocking me backward and filling me with shock.
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