The Devil’s Bride

“Bast, wake up sweetie.” my mother said, shaking me out of my deep sleep.

“Hmm? Mommy? What’s wrong?” I asked her, looking at the clock on my bedside table, the big bright letters read 3:45 am.

“Why are you waking me up so early?” I asked her, trying to wipe the sleep out of my eyes.

“Get up and brush your teeth and hair, then come downstairs sweetie.” my mom said as she walked out of my bedroom. I couldn’t help but notice a weird look on my mothers face, like she was doing something wrong.

I did as my mother asked, my heart pounding from worry. What reason would my mother have for waking me up this? And why did she look so upset?

I tried to calm myself down, but to no avail as I brushed out my long hair, much rougher than I meant to, causing myself to wince in pain.

After I was done I started to walk down the stairs. I had to hold the railing to steady myself, my legs were shaking so terribly I could barely stand.

“Mommy?” I called out once I reached the bottom step, looking at the living room to my right, where I saw a flickering light.

“Come on in here, Bast.” My father called from the room.

Hearing my fathers strong voice made me feel better, my dad always made me feel safe and secure.

Now having heard my fathers voice, I felt my worries fade, as I walked into the living room.

My mother and father sat on the couch next to each other, and across from them I could only see the back of a stranger.

From behind I could tell this man was tall, and strong. I slowly walked towards where my parents were, keeping my eyes on the man, taking in his appearance.

He wore a black 3-piece suit with a dark purple tie, his hair was black and short.

As I was about to sit next to my father, he stopped me and motioned to the stranger. “Sit next to Damien, Bast.”