BIRD OF PARADISE ~ PART 1

Hello awesome people and happy Monday everyone!

I was hoping that we would be done with the Demonic Debutantes editing by now, but things don’t always go as planned. Still, I do want to share with you the first few, rough chapters of the story that I wrote; Fay’s story, who’s actually the eighth Devil’s daughter in this EPIC adventure.

Sit back, dearies, and enjoy, because this week is all about the blazing kingdom and the kids that don’t want to follow in their parents’ footsteps. Especially if one of the parents is the infamous Lucifer, the Morning Star.

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Bird of Paradise

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 Who said hellfire is veiled with desires? Boredom is what Daddy granted me today.

Fay had heard that story hundreds of times. How Michael and his angels had fought against the Dragon, and how the Dragon and his angels had fought back. How the Dragon, the Devil, her father, hadn’t been strong enough, and he and his followers had lost their place in Heaven. And how, as they kept falling, moving faster than the light itself, her mother had turned her head one last time towards her former home, and all she had managed to see was that heavenly fire, golden and orange flames twirling and coming after the fallen angels, cutting them off completely from the empyrean kingdom of God.

It was at that moment that Eugenia, Fay’s mother, realized the grave mistake she had made. Or at least, that’s what she’d said to Fay when she was old enough to understand. For the freedom of choice wasn’t to be taken lightly. And yet, Eugenia had chosen the wrong side–the Devil’s side.

For years to come, she had tried in vain to return to the kingdom of Heaven, to ask for God’s forgiveness, to resist the calling of Hell, to which she was now bound for all eternity. For all Fay knew, her mother had achieved that last part, at least. Still, when Fay was born, brought to life by the Devil himself eighteen years ago, Eugenia didn’t manage to protect her from the claim the hellfire brought upon her–she’d said so herself.

Fay didn’t mind. It was thanks to that demonic ancestry of hers that she was now the most wicked of the witches who had walked upon Earth. Even if other, older devilish creatures kept belittling her since the day they were born, understating her wickedness, her evilness, her own devilish nature, simply because her mother was one of the Thrones, a former, glorious angel–a creature of God, who had fallen in love with a rotten, divine being. The Devil himself.

Fay was a fallen bird of Paradise, golden hair cascading down her back, big, cerulean eyes, alabaster skin, curvaceous body. She was the kind of woman that could drive men crazy, leading them to limbo, all because of their lust for her.

If only those men knew her true form… How she truly looked like without her mortal disguise.

Snakes instead of hair covered her scalp. She had grown sick and tired of beings of her kin always comparing her to Medusa, just because they happened to have that one thing in common. Fay was way more horrific than that ancient Gorgon. And how couldn’t she be? She was one of Satan’s children, for the name of Lucifer! Eyes carmine red, like the everlasting hellfire, pitch black skin like the abyss, long, sharp claws growing at the end of her fingers. Claws, from where ice emitted, freezing the hearts of mortals and allowing her to steal their souls and bring them back to her father.

She knew that the first few years of her life, the Devil thought cryokinesiswas a flaw, an ability Fay had because of Eugenia’s divine ancestry. Some sort of mockery God had sent upon him, Lucifer said. After all, where else had you heard for the Devil’s daughter to be able to manipulate ice, when everything in his realm was boiling hot? Still, Fay knew he had changed his mind once she brought to Hell the first human soul nine years ago, only nine years old herself, perfectly preserved inside a little ice cube, the glory of it still shining bright–because this soul deserved to live for all eternity in Heaven, and not be tortured in the abyssal depths of Hell.

She’d seen the greed, the hunger glistening inside his blood-red eyes, how the Devil kept looking at that innocent, pure human soul like a trophy–a trophy he’d stolen from God, mocking him back for the ability his daughter had mastered.

And at that moment, Fay, already cunning, still quite pure at heart, had grabbed that golden opportunity.

“What if I were the one to pay Mother’s price?” Fay had asked, looking her father straight in the eyes.

“Explain…” the Devil had snarled.

“I’ll never gain a place in that garden, for I’m your daughter. Still, Mother could gain her place back,” Fay had started. “So, what if I brought to you eighty-one souls, right before the dawn of my eighteenthbirthday, nine souls every year, and you could relinquish Mother’s ownership.”

“I loathe giving back what’s already mine,” the Devil had hissed. “Still… If those souls are divine, I will grant your wish. If… you agree on one condition when the time comes.”

“You have my word,” Fay had said, not knowing back then the grave mistake she had made.

And so her contract had been signed, by her blood, which was Eugenia’s blood also, and the Devil’s everlasting fire. And the Dragon’s malicious plan had been set into motion.

Every year, on the ninth day of the ninth month, Fay had to bring nine pure, noble souls to her father, souls of humans that were destined to live for all eternity, surrounded by the glory of Paradise.

The first few years had passed by easily, for the Devil didn’t have that high expectations of her. After all, he had other, much more skilled minions to do his bidding. But as Fay kept coming back to the flaming kingdom of Hell, bringing priests and nuns, doctors and teachers, all of them perfectly preserved in her ice cubes, their souls trapped to be tormented till the end of time, she realized her father’s greed only grew bigger.

“Now that you’ve proved yourself and how efficient you can be with human souls, I’ll ask you to go even further than that,” the Devil told her one day, only weeks before she’d turn sixteen.

“Further how, Father?” Fay asked.

“I want you to bring me nine angelic souls,” the Devil hissed, his crimson eyes burning with desire.

“They’ll know I’m coming…” Fay whispered, her voice trembling as her Father stood up, the Dragon’s stature making even the everlasting hellfire look as if it was about to die out.

“If you want to call yourself Daughter of Satan, you’ll find a way to hide yourself,” the Devil snarled. “Unless you don’t want to save your mother anymore.”

“But He…” Fay sighed.

The fallen kingdom’s foundations creaked the moment Fay thought of the Creator’s name. She didn’t have to speak it out loud, and she couldn’t do so, even if she wanted to, but even the thought of it reverberating all around the flaming kingdom of Hell was enough to make the walls tremble. Cursing and insults from lower-levelled demons started falling upon her like rain, for she had dared to think of the one that had sentenced them to an eternity away from the Garden of Eden.

The Devil walked closer to her, steam emitting from his nostrils, his eyes burning bright.

“Listen to me very carefully, Fay,” he spat out her name, for Eugenia had been insolent enough to name her after the faith people put upon God. “Bring me nine angelic souls on the ninth day of the ninth month or else your mother will be… eliminated. And all that trouble you’ve gone through all those years to bring her back in that garden will be for nothing.”

Fay looked at her father as if she’d never laid eyes on him before. As if a divine light had illuminated the damned darkness in which she was born, and she was now able to see him for who he truly was.

“Bring me nine angelic souls,” the Devil went on, “and your mother will never find out that you’ve been working as a double agent for me all those years.”

And so she had done it. As arduous and beyond reach as this task might seem, she’d done it–she had brought nine angelic souls, nine fallen angels who hadn’t picked a side during the battle in Heaven, still they kept doing God’s will all those millennia.

If only she’d known at the time…

The next two years flew by quickly, Eugenia completely unaware that her daughter had grown into the most vicious, notorious, the most wicked of all the witches in men’s history. For Fay was smart, mastering to shield her mind, to hide her thoughts from the Morning Star. Some said Fay was cunning like her father.

But not as cunning as the Devil was…

“I will ask one last time!” the Devil yelled. “Do you know who else was with Michael when we got banished from Heaven?”

Fay startled, being awoken from her reverie, her wicked, devilish memories of the last nine years.

“Other angels, I guess?” she murmured.

“Don’t play smart, young lady!” the Devil snapped. “You know to whom I am referring. Whom I crave for you to bring to me, but haven’t.”

Of course she knew! How couldn’t she? Her father’s minions might have forgotten about his lust towards Gabrielle, still the Devil himself hadn’t.

Gabrielle… Sometimes mistakenly called Gabriel. God’s Messenger…

“What do you want me to do, Father?” Fay asked, her voice echoing stoically in the grand, flaming chambers of Hell.

“Bring Gabrielle’s soul to me by your Debutante Ball, or my warning still stands,” was all the Devil said.

Fay knew he didn’t refer solely to her mother. She knew he had other plans in mind for her, as well. He’d said so. But she had hoped it wasn’t true anyway. After all, her father was the Master of Lies. It wouldn’t surprise her if he was lying once again.

Her birthday party… Her Debutante Ball… The day when she would be presented to the demonic society, she and her eight half-sisters, as well. The day she’d be engaged to her Father’s second-in-command, too.

“And if I do, will I be free of this arrangementyou made with your General?” Fay asked, fragments of hope blooming inside her chest.

“You have my word,” the Devil whispered, using the exact same words she had.

She had only eight days to make the absurd, possible.

© Victoria Moschou. All Rights Reserved 2019.

Let me guys know in the comment section down below what you think of this new story? Are you as excited as I am to read the final book?

Thank you all for being here once again! It means the world to me and I want you to know that I do not take your presence here for granted!

I’ll see you this Thursday with the second part of Fay’s story.

Till next time… Toodles!