Cursed By The Moonlight - Chapter 79

Death. The absence of life.

A word that terrifies humans.

For Alistair Cohen, his death is just around the corner. He was diagnosed with a congenital heart disease when he was a kid.

“Alistair, your heart is too weak. You’re lucky to be alive at your age. Most people with CHD lived up to eighteen only so I am hoping you could at least be careful next time.” Dr.Matthews scolded him.

He was his doctor ever since he was born. Although his family was wealthy, the doctors said his heart cannot be cured even with surgery.

At the age of twenty five, he is a successful young CEO living his life to the fullest, accepting his fate.

“I wanted to have fun. I don’t want to die miserable. I only have a year to live after all.” He said, sadly.

A month ago, he was rushed to the hospital because he fainted. One of his friends asked him to accompany him to the gym so they could work out together. He obliged.

But he suddenly felt a burning pressure from his chest, felt nauseous and fell unconscious. When he woke up, he was already at the hospital.

He underwent a series of tests and found out that he only got a year to live. He felt his whole world crumble, his dreams were crushed and his future was ruined.

After knowing he’s about to die soon, he wanted to enjoy his remaining life by doing everything he could possibly imagine.

“I know that but if you would be so reckless, that one year could be reduced. Your parents entrusted you to me so please take care of yourself.” The doctor pleaded.

His parents died in a plane crash three years ago. He’s an only child so Dr.Matthews became a father-like figure to him since he’s also a family friend.

“Fine. Fine. I won’t drink anymore but I could still have some fun with women right?” He grinned.

The doctor smiled while shaking his head. He wrote down a prescription and handed it to him.

“Don’t even miss a day without taking your meds or else I will have to tie you in a hospital bed.”

He was supposed to be in the hospital, resting. He was not allowed to go out and have fun but he signed a waiver declining a continuous treatment inside the hospital.

He took the prescription paper and winked at his doctor. Giving him a sarcastic smile, he stood up and left the clinic.

Walking out of the hospital was even exhausting to him. He noticed some gazes from the people in the receiving area. Eyes that show sympathy, confusion and mockery. He hated them. They looked at him as a weakling.

When he was a kid, he was bullied by his classmates for being weak. He never joined any sports and was always alone. The boys in his class thought he was making it up and that his parents paid the school so he would be exempted for physical activities. He never had any friends until high school.

During his college days, he became popular because his family’s business grew bigger. They became the most powerful and wealthiest clan in the country. The girls suddenly showed their concern to him and the boys respected him. But he knew they were all fake.

He wanted to curse god by giving him this disease. He tried to live a normal life but he couldn’t. He was always afraid that his heart will suddenly stop beating. He was afraid to die.

He continued to walk towards the exit and felt a sudden pain in his chest.

‘What the hell? I just walked a few steps and felt like my heart was tearing apart.’ He thought inwardly.

He straightened his body and rushed into the parking lot. He went inside his car and rested his head. He was panting, giving out an irregular breathing.

‘Am I going to die right now? Ah shit. If only someone could save me from this mess. I would do everything in exchange for a normal life, even if it’s just for a while. I could even make a deal with the devil.’ He talked continuously in his mind.

In the deepest layer of the Underworld, the demons watched as Alistair wishes to extend his life.

Athanasia stared at the man who was going to be her slave.

He was about 5 ft 11 in. He has black hair, a deep set of grey eyes with a straight nose like the Greeks and full luscious lips.

‘Is he really a human?’ She thought to herself. Alistair was good looking, hot and sexy. Like them, he has a god-like appearance. Athanasia couldn’t understand but she was mesmerized by the Terran’s unique features.

Her thought was cut off when the High Priestess called her attention. She went back in front of the throne and bowed again.

“Ophelia, the tarot card.” Athanasia heard Sabrina.

Ophelia kneeled down beside her and handed out the tarot cards.

“Pick one. This will determine what awaits you in Terra.”

She looked Ophelia in the eyes before picking up a card. Ophelia was the next High Priestess. Her magical powers were considered as powerful as a demon. She hasn’t seen her use one though since witches reside in Terra. They will only come to the Underworld if summoned by the Demon King.

She didn’t know how to read the card anyway so he just handed it to Ophelia. Then Ophelia walked towards the High Priestess and gave it to her.

She started telling Athanasia about her life in Terra. Her name would be changed to Asia Hart, a rich and famous twenty one year old superstar. She will be given a house and two cars. Her appearance will change from a silver haired red eyed demon to a blonde blue eyed Terran.

She doesn’t really know what a superstar is but she would do everything to fulfill her duties as a demon princess.

The High Priestess called the ten royal demons together with their witches.

“You all studied Terra and were trained how to mingle with the Terrans. Your sole purpose was to spread darkness and terror. You could do everything in the human world. Except for one.”

Lilith, the Queen, walked towards her sons and daughters and continued. “You are not allowed to fall in love with a human.. If you do, you will lose your powers and become a mortal.”