Do you ever wake up one day and you just know that your life is about to go down hill? Well that's how Cheyanne felt as soon as her master told her that he was trading her off to another household. Now she was stuck in a small car, driven by an even smaller person, and all her luggage had been shoved into the trunk of the car.
Soon they reached a huge mansion, that looked more so like a Victorian styled castle. Groups of crows flew around outside, calling loudly to one another. This entire place gave her a bad feeling. Before she could even blink her eyes she was thrown to the front door of the house, her luggage right beside her. Cheyanne reached forward to ring the door bell, but the door was thrown open just before her finger could touch it, revealing two small, twin girls. Both were dressing in the same outfit, a white dress that was ruffled at the bottom and small black shoes with white stockings underneath.
The girls tugged Cheyanne inside, as if afraid that the crows would eat her alive if she stayed outside too long.
"Umm, hello there, do you think you could tell me where I am?" Cheyanne asked the little girls in a soft voice, afraid that she might startle them.
"You're at Lucifer's household." Both girls said at the same time, "You are here to be a servant, correct?"
Cheyanne nodded, trying to keep herself from being creeped out by their rhythmic talking.
"Wait, did you guys just say Luci-" Cheyanne was instantly cut off as the two girls snatched each of her hands, tugging her along and forcing her to completely leave her luggage.
The three girls soon found themselves in a kitchen. Five chefs worked together to cook some kind of disgusting looking meal towards the corner of the kitchen while several maids stood at a sink, quickly washing dishes as if there was no tomorrow. The girls pushed Cheyanne in between two maids, almost shoving her right into the sink.
"You will work here for today. Bye-Bye!" The girls chanted rhythmically before walking away.
"I'm so confused..." Cheyanne said to herself, although she didn't have much time to think about anything that had just happening because soon the sink was filled with plates that needed to be washed and it was now Cheyanne's job to do them, apparently.
Cheyanne could hear the other three maids gossiping quietly amongst themselves and she decided to ask, "So... Is this really Lucifer's household?" She asked shyly, keeping her voice low just like the other maids had kept theirs.
"It sure is, sweetie, although he isn't half as bad as he may sound." One of the maids said, her expression gentle, almost sympathetic.
"Well, he's nice when he isn't mad." Another maid chimed in.
The maids nodded all together.
"Don't forget the prince!" The chef from before said in a loud voice, and all the maids jumped in surprise at the sudden noise.
"The prince?" Cheyanne asked the chef.
She had never imagined hell having a prince. If this even was hell.
"Yes, yes, yes! The king's son, his name is Corquis. Everyone always calls him the two-faced prince, though." The chef explained as he continued to chop into some kind of mystery meat.
Cheyanne nodded in understanding before asking, "Why do they call him the two-faced prince?"
The maids suddenly got quiet but the chef continued speaking, "Well... I guess you'll have to figure that part out for yourself, young lady."
YOU ARE READING
The Two-Faced Prince
ParanormalDo you ever wake up one day and you just know that your life is about to go down hill? Well that's how Cheyanne, a young maid, felt as soon as she found out that she was being traded off once again to another household. At this point she was used to...
