The Curse of the Sun and the Moon

Self-hating werewolf, Rosen, has found the cure to the werewolf curse that has condemned her since childhood.

She will need the help of Laurent, a pretentious, too good-looking for his own good, fire demon to succeed in breaking the Moon Goddess curse.

With the magical Moon mirror in hand, will Rosen be able to do what needs to be done? Will she be able to let go of the one thing she holds dear for a chance to become fully human?

Cover by the Fantabulous @AuRevoirSimone. she don't do request tho.


6. How to Capture a Fire Demon.

Laurent D’incendie.

How was I to capture this Fire demon?

The answer came in the form of a mirror, or as Jack’s writing explained, the Moon Goddess Mirror had the power to capture the soul of a fire demon, for its glass was forged from the Moon Goddess’s own tears. I rummaged through the drawer and found the small hand mirror covered in linen. I softly unwrapped it.

The Moon Goddess mirror was nothing special; it looked antique with a rather quaint carved handle. I held it to my face to see if anything magical happened.

I stared at my unwavering reflection; my face stared back, pale with large dark eyes, my strange red-brown hair was pulled back in a ponytail as usual, with a few rebellious strands escaping onto my face.

“Mirror, mirror on the wall. Who’s the fairest of them all,” I laughed and shook my head at the fairy-tale like shit happening around me, magical mirrors, Gods and Goddesses, Fire demons and werewolves.

“Pretty fucked up fairy tale,” I muttered; just as I was about to re-wrap the mirror, I noticed my refection shimmer. It shimmered and wavered and I could see the features of my reflection change. My dark eyes changed, bright yellow and animal; a snout slowly formed and my face was covered with black and brown fur.

I dropped the mirror as if it burned. I saw the face of my wolf -- my monster -- and it was not an image I wanted to look upon. Ever.

I took several deep breaths to calm my shaking self. Well, now I knew that the mirror really was magical, and according to my recently deceased friend all I had to do was have the Fire demon look into it as I said the words, “Into the mirror your soul is bound. And so shall it remain.” After that the demon would be at my beck and call, as long as I said the words, “I command you demon…”

I picked up the mirror and quickly wrapped it, taking care as to not glance at my reflection.

All I needed to do was to find the Fire demon, or partial Fire demon in my case...

Laurent D’incendie.

I was prepared to research and hunt his demonic ass down; I shuffled through the papers in Jack’s binder and discovered a tab labeled L. D’incendie. I turned the page expecting to see a picture of a horrendous piece of work, something that was the spawn of Satan but instead I was pleasantly shocked at the photo before me.

It was a photo of what could have easily been a model. Laurent D’incendie was not at all a demon. My eyes traced his features; he was beautifully human, not at all the monster I had imagined. He stood shirtless, show casing a Greek statue sculpted body. I could feel my mouth go lax and drop as my eyes trailed his body down to the low-rise jeans. I couldn’t even blink as my gaze found its way to the dark features of his face, dark hair, dark eyes, rugged facial hair, and tan skin.

I traced his abs with my finger. I had never seen anyone so beautiful. How could he be a fire demon? Or even part fire demon?

I noticed a tattoo on his right arm, although the angle of the picture concealed what it was.

I sighed. He could have a fucking pineapple tattooed for all I cared; he was still the most beautiful man I had ever laid eyes on.

In the midst of me drooling over Laurent D’incendie a thought bubbled in my mind.

Why did Jack have this photo? All photos that we had of potential bounties were not so... attractive. They were no more than mug shots, but D'incendie's photo was professional and model-esque. I shook my head. Jack was such a creep.

I ripped the picture from the binder and folded it, placing it in the safety of my jeans pocket.

I searched to see if Jack had any more info on the Fire demon but the picture and name was a all I could find. That was more information than I needed; Jack and I were great bounty hunters, and I was trained to find people with much less.

I smiled as I made my way back to the driver seat. Finding Laurent D’incendie was going to be as easy as pie and drinking his blood was going to be just as sweet.

 I hoped anyway.


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