The Way of a Demon Lord-Novel

Chapter 150: The Witch (3)

A year passed. Her father, nor her mother gave her another visit. Her grandfather visited a couple of times every month. But the most frequent visitors were still her playmates- her little sister Emma and… the maids; and of course- the Royal Physician.

Though they ‘visited’ her, they never said a word. All they would do was stare at the half conscious girl lying on the royal bed. They would take care of their ‘responsibilities’ as her maid and would go away.

But she was not that lonely; her cute little sister Emma would stay with her almost all day, telling her stories of her own, or what happened in the palace, or news that reached from faraway places. Though she would cry her eyes out during the first few days, she adjusted herself and talked to her dear elder sister like usual, without getting any sort of replies of course.

Emilia stayed still. No matter how much funny jokes her sister told, no matter how bad news she brought- she remained emotionless. The only emotion she had left in her was hate- not towards her father who viewed her as nothing but a tool, nor towards her mother who envied her, not even towards her brother who ousted after her and brought her to this state.

All that hate- was directed towards herself.

Midnight. There were no visitors in the room. Emilia was lying alone in the room. Her eyes darted around, scanning the whole place before she sat upright on the bed.

Both of her bare feet touched the ground. She stood straight and ambled towards the dressing table. There was one grand mirror with golden frames fitted on the wall. She stood before it. She was staring at herself through the mirror- not with self admiration in her eyes, but utter hatred.

She touched both of her cheeks with her soft palm. It was all its fault!

She bit her lips. Her whole face twitched, barely controlling itself from from letting out a shrill shriek.

Who asked for it? Who asked for this crystalline smooth skin? Who asked for this otherworldly beauty?

It was not blessings. It was an outright curse!

If not for this perfect face, this perfect body- maybe… just maybe she would have a brother who looked at her not with lust, but brotherly love; maybe… just maybe she would have a mother who loved her like any normal mother would, and be proud of her- as any normal parent would.

Suddenly, a fire began to burn in her dazzling silver eyes. She took the comb lying on the table just before her.

*Snap*

She snapped it into two with her own strength. Both of the broken pieces had sharp pointy edges. She dropped the smaller piece on the marble floor and held the other one against the soft and fair skin of her face.

Just when she was about to pierce it into her face and tear it apart, an epiphany hit her mind.

Yes, that was right. It was her own fault, so she suffered. But why should the ones that caused her all these pain and suffering go away unscathed?

This beauty of hers, it was such a good tool- one that could make men dance to its tunes and drown women in envy. Why would she destroy something this useful?

A smile formed formed on her face, her first in more than a year- and her first evil one in fifteen years.

Next day, news spread throughout the entire palace- princess Emilia woke up. A week later, she was walking fine around the castle.

The last few days, new maids took the the helm. The two from before were nowhere to be found around her.

Another week later, the princess began to walk around the palace just like before.

Another few days later, the two maids who used to take care of the princess took a leave and disappeared.

In an isolated and dark room, barely lit by a single piece of candle, two young men were looking keeping watch. There were two chairs in the middle of the room, facing each other. Two young women were sitting upon them, tied to the wood, mouth shut by a gags.

*Creak*

The room suddenly lit up as light from the palace hallways entered through the open door.

*Creak* *Click*

It became dark again, just like how it was before. The only difference was that there was another person in this room.

“Greetings, your highness.” The two male servants bowed.

The fifteen year old Emilia nodded at them before looking at the two girls tied to chairs.

“Mmmh… mmmh…” Both of them began to squirm as they spotted the newcomer.

“Your highness…” One of the male servants spoke as he scanned through her whole body.

“What?” Emilia giggled. “Worried that I will run away from the deal?”

“No-“

“You can go now. Both of you can go and wait in my room. I’ll deliver what I promised.”

*Gulp*

Both of them swallowed their saliva at the same time. A bulge grew on their groin areas.

“Yes, your highness.”

Both of them got out of the room and closed the door behind them.

The three girls were left in the room- two of them tied to their seats while the other looked at the resisting duo with nonchalance.

*Clip-clop*

She walked towards to the maid who talked that day and removed the cloth covering her mouth.

The maid took a deep breath and said, “Your highness. Please forgive me. It was just a prank. We never knew you will face such circumstances. You can just forgive us and we will go back to where we were before. We will be your loyal AAAAAAAAAH!”

A sharp object, which seemed like a broken comb, stabbed the back of one of the maid’s hands. It was still in the princess’s strong grip. 

“What are you doing?!” The maid dropped all pretences and shouted. Blood oozed out from her pierced hand.

Emilia stayed silent and took out the sharp comb.

*Spurt*

“Aaah!”

Emilia used her other hand to grab the maid by her hair and tugged it hard. “Make up.” A smile appeared on her emotionless face- an evil, malicious smile.

Before the maid could make any sense of what the princess said, Emilia drove her unusual weapon into the maid’s left cheek, making a hole through her mouth.

“Aaaaaaah!” The maid screamed and squirmed in pain. Tears escaped her eyes.

The other maid could only see the back of Emilia, but she could easily figure out what was going on. Her eyes widened in horror and her breaths paced up.

*Spurt*

Before the maid could recover, Emilia pierced the skin on the maid’s left temple and drove it all the way down to her chin, making a bloody line.

“Aaaaah!” The poor maid screamed again.

Emilia created a couple of more crimson lines on her face while the young woman kept screaming. She was a mere mortal, with no circler powers; neither could she break free from the situation, nor could she fight against the princess.

*Spurt*

This time, Emilia created a puncture on the maid’s other cheeks. Blood covered her mouth. She looked at the princess- with pleading and tearing eyes. But all she could see was a grin on the little girl’s face; a type of smile a fifteen year old kid should not have on her countenance.

And that grin was the last thing she ever saw.

*Spurt* 

“AAAAAAAAH!!!”

Emilia stabbed into the bloody faced young lady’s right eye. And soon, the maid’s left eyes faced the same fate. The two non existent eyes were crying out tears of blood, adding to the crimson ‘painting’ on her face.

Emilia took the bloodied comb back and gave it a look. Her beautiful hands were now covered by the hot blood of her once trusted maid. However, she felt anything but disgust or remorse.

She gave the grimacing maid one last look before-

*Sphhhlt!*

She skewered the young maid’s vulnerable neck- ending her life.

Emilia took in a deep breath and looked at her blood smeared hands. They said that having one’s first kill was nauseating. It gave rise to many complex questions in one’s mind- even to the point of doubting one’s humanity. But she did not feel any of those. It felt… normal, as if she ought to have done that.

She then looked at the other maid, who was staring blankly at the bloodied and dead face of her comrade. A smile reappeared on the princess’s face.

Screams resounded through the room again. She faced the same fate as that of her comrade’s.

Emilia dropped the comb on the floor. “Now, it’s time to keep my end of the promise.” She muttered as she looked towards the direction of her room.