Cursed By The Moonlight - Chapter 78

“Really? If you knew about it, then we don’t need to go to Mirrikh, right?” Maxine exclaimed.

“Even if you go there, you won’t be able to meet Phoebus. He was taken by the Night Howlers.” Shelly answered.

Amaris was quiet for a moment. It was a good thing that Shelly knew about the prophecy, but she wanted to get an explanation and Amaris knew that only Phoebus could interpret that.

“What do you mean when you said that my prophecy was the same with my Aunt Athanasia?’

Shelly seemed surprised to hear that the demon princess was her aunt. She washed her hair first before starting to tell the story of Athanasia and her mate.

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Fifteen Years Ago

For Athanasia, a hundred and twenty-six-year-old demon princess, the 75th child of Asmodeus and Lilith, King and Queen of the Underworld, Hell was her home.

She grew up with her two hundred siblings, aware that the time would come when she would have to enter the realm of the humans.

As a princess, she will be sent to the mortal world with one purpose, to spread darkness, like her other siblings.

And the day has come that she would have to enter the world of humans.

Her fate and life there lies in the hands of the witches. They are the ones who will assist the demons from preparations to settling down. A witch will be assigned as a companion to guide them along their journey. She also has to choose a human slave to assist her in the mortal realm. A list will be given by the Fates, three older women who thread human destiny.

“Are you ready?” Antaura, one of her younger sisters, asked.

She took a deep breath and smiled.

“Yes, I am.” She simply answered.

She had been in her chamber since last week preparing for this day.

She looked at herself in the mirror to see her appearance one last time. She has long, wavy silver hair, red eyes, and plump lips. She chose a simple red off-shoulder dress with a slit up to her hips.

Unlike what humans believed, demons have a unique and extraordinary appearance. They are god-like beings, after all. They are not hideous with horns and tails described in the mortal world.

However, they have a demonic creature that could take them over when they use their power at full strength.

She stood up and walked towards her sister. Antaura is her 106th sibling, twenty years younger than her. She will enter the human realm once ten of the princes and princesses have returned.

That’s how it works. Ten royal demons will enter the mortal world simultaneously, and once they return, the next ten demons will be sent.

It is part of their training as a candidate to be the next demon king for the demon princes. And for the demon princesses, it is their duty to choose one of the princes to whom they will serve, protect and help become the demon king.

His father, Asmodeus, did not choose an heir and decided to have his sons compete with each other. The competition will be held once all two hundred sons and daughters of the demon king complete their task in the human world.

“You’re breathtaking Athanasia.” Antaura commented.

She smiled as they walked out of her chamber to the throne room.

“I can’t wait for my turn to enter Terra.” Antaura has been waiting for her time patiently.

Terra is the place where humans lived. It is said that the name came from its goddess, Terra, meaning land or earth, and the inhabitants were called Terrans or the humans.

“You still have a long time to prepare. Have you decided who you will choose?” Athanasia asked curiously.

Antaura took a deep breath and looked at her sister.

“I wanted to choose and help Azael for a long time. How about you? Have you decided?” Antaura asked her back.

She held her sister’s hand to pull her inside the throne room. All of their siblings were already there, including the lower and higher demons.

The throne room was located at the deepest pit of the Underworld, the Altum, where the King and Queen reside. Demons could only enter here once in every twenty years to witness the princes and princesses enter Terra, or if the Demon King permits it.

“I wanted to help Zuriel.” She whispered to Antaura before taking their seats.

Antaura frowned. “Are you serious? Why do you want to be in the front line? You really love war. There’s nothing in Semel but countless wars.”

The Underworld has nine layers. Semel, Cordus, Tertius, Poena, Gelum, Perfidia, Caligo, Letalia and Altum. The oldest demon princes guard the eight layers while the Demon King defends Altum.

Zuriel is considered one of the strongest demon princes, and he is the current ruler and guardian of Semel, the first layer of the Underworld. It has infinite size, a barren land destroyed by endless battles. It is the only passage to the deeper layers of hell. The visitors and invaders of the demon realm will have to go through Semel and face Zuriel. He is called the demon prince of war.

“Antaura, I was raised on the battlefield. I’m not just a princess. I’m one of the Great Duchess. I commanded legions. I cannot stay in my chamber waiting for an order. I need to be out there.” She seriously explained.

Antaura took a deep breath and stared at Athanasia.

“Fine. Maybe once you come back here, you will change your mind. You are the only princess who wanted to help Zuriel.”

She chuckled. She was older than Antaura, but she always scolded her. She will miss her younger sister’s nagging.

“Oh, the witches are here. Who do you think will be your companion? I think Ophelia is the best witch.” Antaura continued her prattle.

She looked around and saw her other siblings. There are six princes and four princesses who will enter Terra with their witch companions. They are not allowed to choose a witch, but they will be given a list of human slaves to select the best candidate.

The throne room went dark and eerie. When the King and Queen arrived, all the demons stood up and bowed their heads.

The King sat down to his throne, and the Queen stood beside him. He signaled to the witches to start the ceremony.

The High Priestess Sabrina stood in the middle to call out the princes and princesses.

When Athanasia’s name was called, she looked at Antaura and bid her farewell.

“Athanasia, your witch companion is Ophelia. Unfortunately, there’s only one Terran who was chosen by the Fates.” The high priestess said while pointing at the cauldron.

She frowned. They will be given ten Terrans to choose from as far as she knows.

She walked towards the cauldron and saw the Terran, who would be her slave, the one who would change her life forever.