"Thanks darling." She smiled.
I headed back up to my little attic room and threw on a dress and pair of old boots then hurried downstairs. By the side of the door next to Gran's infamous green cloak was my black one. Wrapping it around my shoulder's I picked up my basket and headed out into the forest.
The grass was wet with morning dew and the morning mist was slowly dispersing unveiling the forest in all its natural wonder. Carelessly I spent hours wandering the forest offering little prayers and offerings to the nature spirits that dwelled in trees and rocks. By the time I had finished it was late afternoon but the spirits had told me all the best locations in the forest for blackberries. One spot was a lovely meadow not far from here. As I ambled across the tracks I came across the heard of deer that live in this part of the forest. Greeting them the deer looked up at me with glassy eyes and carried on grazing. Most of the deer ran away as soon as they heard the nose of a far off footstep but this heard knew me so well I melted into the background. As I approached the meadow trees began to thin out eventually disappearing and turning into lush long grass. Blackberries grew at the side of the meadow and there were plenty of them. Just as my basket was full I heard the distant nose of a motorbikes. Curiously I listened as the noise grew louder. Two motorbikes appeared and stopped at the edge of the meadow. The two men dismounted and looked around the meadow. Diving behind a thick shrub I watched them walk into hearing distance.
"...he's a demon. A monster." The man with brown hair said.
"Stop whining Jacques and starting hanging up these tea lights." The other man shrugged.
"This is ridiculous. The sun is unbearable!"
"Put some sunglasses on then."
"Well, Nico if Rayne shows up tonight- you can take care of him. I'm not picking fights the devil."
"You're over exaggerating..." The men walked out of earshot. Puzzled I slipped away into the forest. Whatever they were up to was their business. It was rude of me to eavesdrop.
Dusk had set the sky on fire by the time I had wandered back home, my grandmother stood impatiently on the porch, "You must be starving! Dinner is in the oven and the spell is on the side. Don't forget to do it." She yelled.
His Majesty- the Demon Prince Rayne's POV
The world is an extremely dull place (and in all honesty Hell wasn't much better either), but I am one of a few princes of Hell. My job is to rule over one of the Kingdom's of Hell which sounds an important task, but just lately much of my time is spent listening to the grumblings of lesser demons and dispensing advice like a satanic agony aunt. Today was no exception. Sat on my throne of bones, I pinched the bridge of my nose as I listened to the ramblings of a nightmare demon.
Why did these creatures think I actually cared about their problems?
This was Hell after all. We don't exactly have a caring mentality around here. Either way the nightmare demon prattled on about the evils of sleeping tablets.
"These chemicals are marring my work! How am I suppose to execute fiendish nightmares when the half the human population are dosed up on pills that prevent them from dreaming." He explains.
"The realm of the living is outside my influence. You'll just have to employ a poltergeist to hide your victim's tablets." I sighed, waving a dismissive hand. The nightmare demon huffed a little and stomped off. My guard beside me shouted, "NEXT!"
Next in the line was a small demon child.
"Can I have your autograph?" it squeaked offering me a pen and paper. My blackened heart sank- celebrity was a human affliction that was infecting Hell. Signing the scrap of paper I handed it back to the boy and slumped in my thrown.
"NEXT!" The guard yelled.
The next in the queue stepped forward. She was a young female hybrid, half demon half human. Stooping low she bowed, "You serene highness, my name is Gwendolyn du Courdray. I have come to Hell to ask for your protection."
She had an air of secretive mystery in her voice which might have intrigued me, if she hadn't been the umpteenth person I had seen today. Uninspired I groaned, "Why do you need my protection?"