Wish Upon A Demon

19.

CHAPTER - NINETEEN

My grandmother was a calm and a composed woman.

She was the typical grandmother. She loved baking cookies, she loved reading my bedtime stories, she loved having me over to her house in a small village, filled with cherry blossoms and a pleasant weather every time I visited it. And now she stared back at me. Elvive Martin. I always thought her name had been a bit different from others, but as I looked at the crown she was wearing in the portrait, I knew why her name didn’t match the others.

I remembered my grandmother showing me a picture of when she was younger – in which she didn’t have a crown - which was probably the only reason I understood that this woman staring back at me in the portrait was my father’s mother and the woman who loved me to the moon and back. Hands folded on her lap, back straightened, legs crossed, her sleek black hair flowing down in curls, bright blue eyes twinkling and dressed in a long, blue, renaissance gown, she didn’t look like my grandmother.

She looked like a princess.

“Ah, so here you are.” I could hear the demon behind me but my eyes were fixated on my grandmother who I think I just found to be a Queen or a princess or anything else but my grandmother. “If you want to know, that’s Princess Elvive Bronson Michaels.” I feel the demon boy’s presence next to me. Michaels? I shake my head. “Take me back home,” I demanded, glaring at him. “Why were you staring at the portrait?” Demon boy asks. I knew I wouldn’t get out without giving him an answer judging by the way he had his arms crossed. “Nothing, she just looked like someone I knew, so...” I trail off.

I didn’t want to tell demon boy anything, and I didn’t want him to find out, which is why I kept my mind clear, pushing out the curious thoughts about who my grandmother was. “Take me back home.” I cross my arms. “It’s not like you’re going to be here forever, you’ll get back soon, so don’t ask me any more questions.” Demon boy says. As we walk back, I remain silent, and I can feel demon boy’s gaze on me, trying to figure out what was going through my head.

“So, what was her story?” I ask, trying not to sound too prying or curious. “Princess Elvive?” Demon boy asks, his eyes on me, looking at me even more sternly than he had before. I nod. “Long story short, she’s my father’s ex-fiancée.” I stopped in my tracks, and following me, demon boy did too. “She was the Princess of Friella, to be Queen. Just before her coronation day, she was nowhere to be found, having run away leaving only a letter behind.” Demon boy continued.

I waited for him to say more, and he did.

“It was told that she was the only princess ever to fall in love with a human, giving up her throne and position of a Royal for a human man, who I believe goes by the name David, surname unknown.” He pauses and then says the last of the story, “And that’s all we ever knew of Elvive and David.” I, however, knew the surname of the man she ran away with. David Martin. Who also happened to be my grandfather and the love of a demon princess.

“Didn’t anyone try to find her?” I ask, resuming my walk with the demon.

“They did, but she was a demon and a former Royal at that so she knew quite a lot of tricks. Although, whatever she did, disregarding where she learned it from, she succeeded in shielding herself from the council and the demon world.” Demon boy, Zylen, explains. “So, no one was ever able to find her? Did she have any descendants?” I ask, stepping into the room I was given by the demon. He closes the door. “She was never found. But about ten years ago, there was news that the hunters had gotten to her, and she perished in an accident.” Demon boy says.

I swallowed. I knew that accident. My mother died in that accident. My mother and grandparents hit by a truck, resulting in a spot death. Hit and run, I heard them call it. It was then that my life went downhill. But if what demon boy said was true, and the hunters did cause it, did that mean that Michael was involved in it as well? Was his family the reason that I lost almost my whole family? “As for her descendants, she did have a son-” Fredrick Martin, my dad. “-But again, Elvive did a pretty good job in concealing their identities as well. No one knows who they are or where they are.”

As the demon boy spoke, I took my time in observing him. Not observing as in checking him out, though that idea didn’t seem bad, observing his expression as he spoke. The lack of eye contact as he spared the information made me believe that he knew more than he was letting on. Did he know that I was the descendant of Princess Elvive? Could that be the reason why we met in the first place? “Why are you so curious about her anyways?” Demon boy asks, changing the topic, giving me yet another evidence that what he had told me wasn’t all the truth. I shake my head, not wanting to question him more.

“I’m not. Just wanted to know about the former princess, I guess.” I say, and demon boy narrows his eyes at me. “Hmm, if that’s what you say.” Comes his response a few seconds later, as he flops down on the bed with a sigh. I shake my head, picking up a pillow and heading to the couch. Demon boy doesn’t stop me, and I don’t stop either. “So, you’ve never heard this story of a royal who gave up her everything for a mere man, I heard the story was quite popularized as a folk tale in your world?” I look at him, before laying my pillow on the couch, and settling down before replying.

“Honestly, I have no clue about it.”

The next day, while Zylen was busy in his father’s study like he spent most of his mornings, I took time to find my way back to that hallway, and enter Elvive – my grandmother’s room. I spent almost the entire day there, going through old diaries and things like that. Zylen had answered another question of mine when I questioned him in the morning. It seems that Elvive and his father’s, whose name I learned was Orlando King, wedding was hoped to be the grandest wedding in history and for preparation, they had Elvive move from her kingdom in Friella to Hiaven, where she began stayed two months before the wedding and one month before her coronation.

However, when Elvive ran and concealed herself, her room was shut down, and no one went there anymore.

Today, as I spent my day, alone, my mind wondered about a few things. Such as when Verona King had murmured ‘You look so much like her’ during our little chat. Did that mean that Verona knew something? And if she did, Zylen did too, and maybe what was told to me was only half of the story, and that meant that there was something more, which was being hidden from me. And then, another thought struck my head. If Elvive were a demon, then she would have passed that onto my dad. And since my dad was very normal, it would mean that the genes skipped a generation, which meant that I was the one with them.

I was the one who could turn out to be a demon. I was the one with the dormant genes that would just need to be triggered for me to turn from human to demon. And maybe that was why the demon and I had met. Because like I had said before, this was definitely something that had been planned. There was no way this was all just a coincidence.

Whatever it was, it sure wasn’t fate that bought demon boy on my balcony that night.