Demons bride

The demon stood before me

" what is it you desire " he said, his voice echoed around the room and i felt his power to my core.

" please , I want the powers I have asked for"

" you want to be a witch" he sneered

I nodded " yes"

" and what do I get in return?" He asked

I was confused " ..my soul? You get my soul when I die?"

He shook his head and my heart dropped

" no good regina, you see witches don't have souls" he tapped his chin thoughtfully " however maybe another sacrifice will suffice"

" anything " I pleaded " whatever you want you can have it , I just want what I have asked for!!"

He smiled and placed a hand on my bulging stomach

" you carry a daughter " he said as a statement if fact rather than a question

I nodded " yes , I.. do" I stammered

" my son needs a bride" he sneered a cruel smile " I will give you what you want but in return I will take your daughter when she comes of age"

I didn't know what to think. I didn't even want to get pregnant. The man I thought loved, he left when it was too late to get an abortion.

I nodded quickly " ok you can have her "

" excellent" he said " hold out your arm"

I did as he asked, excitement blooming within me

He reached out a hand and grabbed my wrist . I screamed as my skin burnt. He removed his hand and I saw a pentagram branding my skin before it glowed and soaked into my skin, disappearing. I could still feel it's warmth even though I couldn't see it.

" you have your powers witch" he smirked " I will send my son in 18 years to collect the girl"

With that he disappeared, leaving behind a smell of sulphur in the air.

I felt the baby kick and for a moment I felt guilty. I pushed the feeling away, I didn't want her anyway so why not get what I did want instead.

I awoke with a start, breathing heavily. I looked at the clock.

3am?

I was confused momentarily at what had woken me but then I heard my mother's voice coming from downstairs. She sounded scared and I heard my name.

I snuck to the stairway and sat on the top step , peeking between the rails at the scene below.

My mother was cowering before the most beautiful man I had ever seen.

He was tall, over 6ft at least. His ink black hair curled just above his shoulders and his eyes were dark and emotionless . A demon. My mother had summoned enough that I could feel it.

I felt like running but I was frozen.

" please, there must be another way" pleaded my mother.

" there's nothing I want from you witch!" He spat the last word , as if disgusted by the very sound of it.

" Vienna is just a child"

I was taken back, not because she was talking about me but because she sounded like she actually cared about me.

I had no