Married To The Devil's Son

o but I should have known. My parents weren’t born with witchcraft, witchcraft was given to them by the devil. So of course the crys

turn to Max who looks frightened as I am, but at the same time, he looks l

I say to him. He looks at me like what

. We have to come up with a plan to

loating in the air. Of course, my parents are the ones doing this. “LET HIM GO!” I run over to them. “I’LL MARRY HIM, I’LL MAR

ignore me crying on the floor and they exchange smiles. I can’t believe they’re smiling while I cry o

called me his princess wasn’t real. All the times he said I was Daddy’s little g

be over, I love Max so much that I’m willing to marry the devil for

st let him go.” Dad looks at Mom like she’s the one asking him to let him go. I hate it when they do that. Mom gives a nod

run tow

ja, it’s time for

he’s okay,” I yell. “Are

s Mar. We hav

I whisper to him. I know Max very well and I know he’s not going to let this go. He’s going to fight even if

had of me. Not just him but everyone who ever knew me including his Mom and my friends and his friends

at me confused he’s looking at me like I never existed in his world. The spell is workin

aking cupcakes for the orphans for Christmas. He truly loved me, he didn’t run away when I told him I was a witch

he ground all confused, in three minu

ents and I get into the car through the backseat. My parents follow me

to give up on magic.” Mom says as she gets into the passen

him just because he joined me in my tea parties when I was little doesn’t mean it was real. I wa

the deal they made with Lucifer. Once they die they’re not going to suffer like the sinners that go to hell they were promised r

in case things turned south and of course it did. And I used that spell on him. He might

ove you forever

h it or introduced selling their souls to my parents in the first place. They’re all wearing red cloaks and the lights are off the only

t was drawn using white chalk. The minute I stepped foot in the house everything was rea

a dagger and slice through their palms like they’re oranges. They spill the blood on the floor and t

lf to us oh mi

they’re happy summoning the devil I’m on my knees cryin

way violently from left to right like a storm’s about to come. Oh, a storm is

ves darkness