La Demon Royale
Starting Over
By
Tiffany Fulton
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La Demon Royale
Starting Over
Copyright © 2012 by Tiffany Fulton
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La Demon Royale
Starting Over
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Chapter One:
Spilt Soul
On the morning of my sister’s death, I should’ve been happy. I should’ve been the most proud demon in the galaxy, but I wasn’t. In fact, I don’t remember feeling anything when she died, because I was the one who killed her.
I remember the wild buzz of excitement in the air that carried words and phrases like, “It’s finally here! I bet His Majesty is excited! The princess will finally be crowned Queen!” as I awoke from a night’s slumber in one of the apple blossom trees in the orchard.
Everything about that day started out with subtle happiness. One would have first noticed it in the sky. On our planet Ispiritus, which I assume is much different from yours, it is always night. No stars, moon, or sunlight existed within that mysterious merging of midnight blue and amethyst. The sky blue grass around our family’s quartz and ice-crystal castle turned purple beneath that shadowy sky.
I remember seeing my father, King Cyril-- the selfish overindulgent bastard- standing on one of castle’s balconies from my position as I sat on the highest branch in that tree...He and I had the same opal eyes and unusually darker skin than most beings of our race, and that was it as far as looks were concerned. I do not know anything about our mother, and I do not think anyone else knows anything about her either, not even my older sister, but I will get to her in a little while.
My uncle joined him on the balcony and they seemed to be talking about something secretly, but I didn’t have to hear them to guess what the topic of discussion was. After watching them a bit more for a few minutes, I noticed that he left abruptly on his ship. More than likely, my uncle would be back that night. My father left from his prophetic sky-watch soon after.
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“Ha-ha! Catch us, Lady Rowena!”
“I’m faster than you!”
“Got you now! Ha-ha!”
My black eyes glistened as I watched them from my perch. Their laughter turned my ears inside out. The village children always gravitated towards Rowena like that. When we were infants, her future was the only thing our father saw. Her body also reached its adult state.
Our bodies reached physical maturity at the human age of twenty years old, and our beauty was the stuff of legends that increased by the hour. My sister was a vision on that day; her white eyes glistened even more than her ceremonial white gown. Her wild, black hair had completely shed over the last two years to become its full length, soft white that fell past her ankles. She was definitely no longer a child, as if she ever was one.
My black eyes retained my impassioned and impudent days of youth, and my own black hair was still wild and growing longer.
“Younger Sister Yasha….”
I hadn’t even heard her call my name until she had said it in the formal way for the third time. How could she remain so patient and naïve with me for so long?
I wore a long-sleeved black velvet dress and a five-pointed star shaped pendant around my neck. “Yes, Older Sister Rowena?”
“Won’t you join us? It would be good for you to get to know the children a bit more as well. You may even make a few friends,”
I swallowed the growl that threatened to come up like vomit as our eyes met and asked, “What do you plan on doing for Ispiritus once you’ve become Queen?”
Rowena had a pensive look in her eyes. “Our world is in turmoil, Yasha. It may be a vision of paradise to the villagers, but the royal family has kept vital things from them for the past seven hundred years. We’re falling apart and there’s only one thing I have to do to fix it before things get worse,”
“700 years is a long time for us to keep secrets,” I said, “But I don’t see anything wrong with our lineage or the planet. We are the strongest beings in existence and we don’t—“
It hit me. That bitch wouldn’t dare.
Rowena was demure as ever as she nodded.
“Father King Cyril has been watching over it for a while now-- that new planet he read about has grown and developed tremendously. He has even seen it before himself, the blue marble of the Solar System--the planet called Earth,”
No Rowena, I thought, please don’t say it! I covered my ears.
“He and I both agree that it would be best to visit the Earth and speak with the humans. They are far more advanced in their ways of living and we could benefit from each other.”