Cursed By The Moonlight - Chapter 83

Fear. The absence of courage.

An unpleasant emotion caused by anticipation or nearness of danger.

He groaned when he felt a throbbing pain in his head as he slowly opened his eyes. His visions were blurry at first but when it became clear, he frowned.

He couldn’t remember what happened after he passed out. It wasn’t really a simple passing out. He died.

After talking to Dr.Matthews, he walked towards the parking lot and felt the tightness from his chest. He wanted to go back inside the hospital but he was afraid that he wouldn’t be able to get out once he’s admitted. He feared being tied down to a bed, waiting for the day his heart would stop.

When he went inside the car, he couldn’t breathe. He felt like his body was burning and suffocating, sweat was all over him. He could hear his heartbeat slowly fading.

‘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.

His breathing became sluggish and his eyes were starting to close on its own. He tried to stay awake but he couldn’t. It was the day he always feared. His death.

Before his heart stopped beating, he saw a woman coming from above. He couldn’t see it clearly, his visions were beginning to blur but he knew she had wings. It was faint but her scent was captivating, like a jasmine flower, it was sensually sweet.

He saw her walk towards his car door and leaned, checking on him. She has a strong aura, with her red eyes and long silver hair, she was like a goddess who descended from heaven.

“A-Are you my guardian angel?” He asked. But as soon as he said those words, his heart stopped beating.

He groaned again from the pain he suddenly felt in his chest. He was surprised, he could still hear his heart beating. He wasn’t dead.

He looked around to see where he was. It doesn’t look like a hospital. It looks like a bedroom.

The bedroom has a combination of gray and black color only. Judging from the decorations, the owner was a woman. The bed was big enough for four people and there was a couch across the bed, fitted for ten.

‘Where am I?’ He asked inwardly.

He inhaled and there it was again, the scent of jasmine. The smell wasn’t faint anymore, it was stronger and he knew it was coming from the bathroom.

He frowned when a woman who had black hair came out but the scent wasn’t coming from her. He knew there was another woman behind that door.

“What’s this place?” He asked, confused.

“You’re still in Aramoor. We’re in the penthouse of the sky tower.” The woman answered.

“I was supposed to be dead. I know my heart stopped. Why am I still alive? And where’s the woman with the silver hair?” He asked again.

The scent was making him excited. He wanted to see the woman who smells like the jasmine flower.

Then the bathroom’s door opened, there she was, walking slowly like an angel. He looked into her eyes and it was really red. Her perfectly small nose and plump lips compliments her aura. She was gorgeous and alluringly sexy.

“What’s your name?” He asked.

“My name is Athanasia and I am not your guardian angel.” She answered in a cold tone.

“Then who are you? Why did you bring me here?” He frowned.

“I am a demon princess and this is Ophelia, a witch.” Athanasia honestly introduced them to the Terran.

His eyes focused on the woman who introduced herself as Athanasia, walking towards the couch and sat there.

“Alistair Cohen, twenty five years old, CEO of Stillfire Studio. At the age of one, you were diagnosed with congenital heart disease and last year the doctors told you that you only have a year to live. Yes, you are correct. You died but before your heart stopped, you said you could make a deal with the devil as long as your life would be extended.” Ophelia started.

Alistair was on the bed, looking at the two women. He couldn’t believe what he just heard. A demon princess and a witch, is this for real?

“W-Wait. You don’t expect me to believe that right? I mean I was on the brink of death, it was just a spur of the moment. A demon and a witch? Are you crazy?” He was staring at Athanasia who was sitting on the couch quietly.

“You need proof? Okay.” Ophelia was starting to get annoyed. Witches have a short temper, they are quiet but impatient.

When Ophelia snapped her fingers, Alistair’s chest felt tight again. It was like someone was piercing his heart. He looked at the witch in front of her and gazed at the woman calmly sipping a cup of tea.

He tried to speak but he couldn’t. He was starting to sweat again.

Athanasia was trying to control the beast inside her. She couldn’t look at him when Ophelia started torturing him. Her body tensed and her hands trembled when his scent became powerful. She glanced at him and their eyes met. Her eyes widened when she saw him ruffling his chest.

“Ophelia, stop! You’re hurting him!” She shouted.

As Ophelia snapped her fingers again, the pain in his chest vanished. He coughed and was trying to gasp for air, as if someone had just strangled him.

“Remember, you are supposed to be dead. I extended your life for a day and I could take it away if I want to. So shall we continue?” Ophelia smirked.

He glared at the witch who was smirking at him. He hates being weak, especially in front of women.. But it looks like his life was in the hands of this black haired girl.