The Unseen Devil

Dealing with Death. Many people believe it's impossible, but Xanthe knows it isn't. But there's a catch. She is bound to serve the Devil and his helpers for all eternity. She is defeated. Stuck like to glue to a life she hates. At least, this is what she thinks...

Book 2 in the Chalson Chronicles. All rights reserved. Cover designed by TheFuzz


2. Meeting Satan

The sound of screaming. It jolted through me, waking me up so fast the world spun. Snow crunched like ground bones when I landed on the forest floor, my wings folding gently back up as the lights in my sky high house dimmed. Magic does have its uses. The Witches sugary lair loomed out of the barren trees as I sprinted towards it. I know exactly who, or what, is here.

 Satan has return.


"Xanthe, how nice of you do join us," purred Satan as I entered the kitchen. A strange perfume hit my like a tidal wave, a mix between sugar and blood, and light flood through the sugar glass windows, catching tantalisingly on the sugar plums that coated the gingerbread tree. The Witch and Satan and always like Christmas. A time of great happiness, but of greater sorrow. Satan sat at the oak table, nursing a blood coffee. Her raven hair spilled down her shoulders, twirling around her jewelled fingers, and her golden eyes glittered as they took me in.

"We were just talking about you, my dear," smirked The Witch. It took all my strength not to throttle her. Nothing would please me more than seeing her lifeless body hitting the floor, heart still inside her chest.

"We were indeed. A quite serious topic actually. Sit," said Satan, her cherry lips curving in to a malicious smile as she patted the seat next to here. Oh, how I hate her.

"I'd rather stand," I shot back. I'm not part of her realm, why should I do what she says? Not fully, anyway. The smile disappeared from her face, the room suddenly colder.

"Suit yourself. It seems there is a snag in our little agreement. One that is, well lets just say, it's a pressing matter," She snapped at me.

"What is it?"I asked, my body shivering slightly. I don't know why I asked, you can never trust this women anyway.

"Well, I think you know what snag I mean. I am here to extract my revenge," Her voice was dripping with enjoyment as she said this, "Now, being the nice person that I am, I have decided not to kill you. Instead I chosen for you to return to my realm at the end of the day."

What the hell! Seriously? How I hated her, how I wanted nothing more than to kill her myself. But, before I could lay my hands on her throat, she disappeared in a flash of red light. I bolted from the house, and didn't stop until I reached the lake. Tear-drop Lake is the only place I feel safe. Well, safer. Thoughts raced through my head as I paced back and forth. Magic is the only thing that keeps me sane, I can't lose it. It's the only thing I have left from my old life where I was free. It had cost me dearly just to return to Earth and regain my powers.

 I'm not going to lose them. Not now.


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