Chapter 1
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Dreamcatcher
I dreamt a dream of dreams
A dream of my enemies
A dream of my lovers
A dream of family
The dreams so real
I don’t know which is my reality
I dreamt a dream of dreams
Of you as me
Of me as you
Faceless streams of bodies
I stared at my empty reflection
What madness is this
I dreamt a dream of dreams
Floating in the heavens
But when I descended
The darkness devoured me
The ink consumed the page
Acceptance
I didn’t fight
I didn’t deny
Forgotten life
Days filled with strife
Lost reality
The dreamer who dreams
Dreamt of endless dreams
The dreamers of dreams are we
Welcome to my dreams of
My realities
Enter my realities of my
Dreams
Part 1: Let us introduce ourselves
Second Bell-Mirabella
Chapter 1
Demon realm- Ferum: Has three dark red suns and one red moon. The trees are dark ashen. The leaves of these trees are red, and mulberry flames. There were fields of blooddrop roses and blood lilies. The crimson desert grottos housed most of the debauchery. The architectural structures were made of thundereggs and drusy quartz. The gray,3 murky rivers seemed to suck your life force if you weren’t careful.
Earth/Human realm: Glencoe, Scotland
Third POV
I watched her command the room as she walked into the bar. Her smooth onyx skin glimmered like the midnight sky. Her thick, ruby-red bone-straight hair conflicted with her skin. Her hair was as bright as a flame. It fell down the back of her thighs. Her tail parted her hair in the middle. Her tail swayed with her hips with every slow, purposeful, dominant step. Her tail, her magnificent tail, seemed to be its own entity. Long and thick with a heart shape at the end of it. She had four black and jungle-green horns. Four horns on either side of her head. She had two small and two medium-sized twisted together, coming from the edge of her hairline. They lay in her hair, flowing to the back of her head and stopping at the crown of her head in the shape of a heart, like her tail. She wore a satin olive-green crotchless body suit with a matching maxi skirt. With a split up the back of her skirt and fierce spiked silver stilettos. She is the definition of stacked. A stacked woman from top to bottom, she left many drooling. Her weapons of choice were strapped to her waist. She had two hatchets and a bladed fan. Across her back, a twin-bladed katana, and a whip in hand, not that she needed it with her tail. Her fierce amber-green feline eyes have hypnotized many to kneel before her. A tiny silver mole at the corner of her left eye. Copper full-finger chain-rings of thorns with sharp pointed tips on her thumb and index finger on both hands. She was the warlord of the eleven allied provinces. A succubus demon who loved to fight was an unusual combo, but her father was a pain demon, and her mother a succubus. Everyone feared her and lusted for her. The stark contrast confused us all. She was envied by many and despised by more. She is Czarina Mirabella Soleil Amesta, Warlord of the Ferrum.
Mirabella
Oh, how I despised the heat, a little ironic for a demon I know, but I longed for the snow. I never belonged in the underworld. I had to dwell there from time to time to keep things in order. I subtly searched the room for the two-faced dog, who was trading and selling information from my mother’s court. My mother, Queen, and overall tyrant, but I stayed silent; she is my mother after all. Of course, it had to be a greed demon or a Mammon demon. I hated hunting them. They never learn that there are limits; enough is never enough for any Mammon.
“Where is the orange fucker. How hard could it be to find a bright orange and yellow 9-foot demon!”
“The trackers followed the trail left behind by his demonic essence.”
Qasim sounded annoyed, pushing the hellcat out of the way.
“Hey, it’s not the puppy’s fault.”
I scratched behind the hound’s ear, earning a happy purr from my beloved pets. Jealousy was evident as he glared at me being affectionate with my hellcats, making me chuckle.
“Awwwwww, Kane and Sloane don’t make him jealous.”
Kane, my Black Panther, licked my outstretched hand. Sloane, my Snow Leopard, was not having it, ready to attack anyone or anything getting too close to me. While I was distracted, I saw an orange blur running up the stairs chasing three giggling succubus demons. I glanced at Qadir, who followed them up the stairs. Quill was keeping watch outside, and I had to force Sloane out the door to wait outside with Quill. She was still not pleased. I couldn’t help but chuckle at her possessiveness like me. Qasim, Kane, and I made our way up the stairs.
We stood out in the hallway; I wanted to wait for the right moment to enter. Listening to the girls squeal like pigs.
“So fake.”
I couldn’t help but laugh at Qasim mimicking the moans.
“It’s time he’s seconds away from his release.”
I smirked at Qasim as he kicked the door in.
“What the fuck?!”
He bellows as Qasim kicks him off one of the succubi.
“We’ve been looking for you.”
He was glaring at Qasim before he looked at the brand on his bicep, realizing who he was. He quickly turned to me, bowing his head to me, but begrudgingly. I chuckled at his pencil-thin, pointed dick. He followed my gaze, and rage filled his eyes.
“You wouldn’t laugh if I showed you what I could do with this.”
He grabbed his tiny dick that only became miniature in his giant cloven hands, making me laugh harder. Qasim turned away to stop laughing before turning back at him.
“Drixus, that tiny prick will never touch any of this.”
I ran a hand down my left breast, my abs slowly, all eyes following my hand grazing over my mound. While he was distracted, Qasim pushed the girls out of the room. He was entranced by me easily, but not for long. My tail whipped him across the face, and he stumbled backward. He grunted as I whipped him with my tail again.
“Get dressed quickly.”
He looked at me, ready to fight. I raised a challenging eyebrow back at him when I heard a commotion coming from right outside the door and downstairs. Quill and Qadir ran to the door covered in blood that wasn’t theirs.
“His friends have come for him.”
Quill’s voice was flat, not amused by the extra effort. However, Qadir and Qasim both grinned from ear to ear, and so did Drixus. He thought he was about to get rescued. He thought…….wrong. They made my hunt easier. What a fool. I sighed heavily.
“Make this easier on everyone and call your men off.”
“Why are you scared?”
Qadir started to laugh
“You do know who you’re talking to, right?”
Drixus fixed his gaze on me
“A pathetic succubus.”
“Oh, I see you want to die or spend eternity chained in the ninth circle.”
I remained silent, waiting for him to make his first move. And of course, he didn’t disappoint. He jumped for his giant battle axe, and I snapped my whip across his top two eyes
“You CUNT!”
“That I am. I’m the wrong bitch to fuck with.”
Qadir kicked the first one to run into the room, sending him into the four behind him. They hit the banister and fell three flights, landing on their backs. The spikes on the first ones back pierced through them, killing the two behind him, and the other two at the very bottom broke a few bones.
“This is truly foolish and pointless.”
“Agreed, there are four of you and fifty of us.”
“Technically, forty-four now since five just flew out the door and
Qasim was delighted, still grinning as he pointed this out
You’re still outnumbered.”
“You could have three hundred men, and it would make no difference. Do you think we walked in here without backup?”
Quill said dryly. Qasmi had mentioned that Quill had been sour lately, and I can see now he was right. I knew the demons Drixus had wouldn’t last long against my three generals, who once fought under my father. I was entrusted with them when I was young, my bodyguards, who now serve in my army.
“Backup?!”
Panic was evident in his tone, but he was too far to back down now to lose face in front of his own men. So, he took a deep breath and straightened himself, ready to continue the fight.
