The Muse

VIII

Espanyana's P.O.V

After downing the burning liquid substance I immediately place the small glass container back down onto the counter before refocusing my attention on the two men standing in-front of me.

           “I couldn’t help but notice that pretty little ring sitting on your finger. So tell me, are you married?” I question as I glide my hand up his arm before resting it on his shoulder

            “Oh! This old thing?! No, unfortunately I am a widow.” He spoke causing my blood to run cold and the air filling my lungs to become paper thin.

My God I hate liars! 

And to lie about your wife’s death? How f*****g tainted are you? 

               ‘Yana he’s lying, I can feel it’ Nat spoke to me using her cunning

                “Oh no! I’m so sorry! Do you mind me asking how she passed?” I questioned, trying to entice him into committing more sin with a greater altitude in the book of the beast

                 “It’s not something I really like to talk about.” He explained, forcing me to nod my head in understanding.

Either he’s not dark enough to falsify someone else’s death into existence, or he’s just not a good enough liar to do so. 

Either way, I know his soul can be easily manipulated into committing adultery- and that is a sin sinister enough to change your entire Dna.

A sin that changes the way you think, and how you process information. 

A sin that Natalia must collect if she wants to stop decaying. 

Asmodeus is the angel of lust, and what is the one thing that causes a man to betray someone their soul has vowed to stay committed to?

Lust- and it pumps endlessly throughout our bloodstream. 

                    ‘Natalia this is your chance’ I hummed you her 

                    ‘He’s f*****g married.’ 

    I ignore her frequencies as I bring myself closer to his body, leaning myself into his personal space. 

                     “I’m so sorry about your wife. It’s beautiful that you still even wear the ring. But I think I know a way to make you feel better.” I teased as I looked up at him with innocent eyes through my thick lashes.

                      “What do you have in mind?”

A lot.

                          ‘Blood to Blood

                         Souls on fire

                         Attach yourself to Natalia 

                         Before moonlight expires’ I begin to hum to his subconscious using my cunning.

                      “What the f**k are you doing?!” Natalia yelled aloud, as she looked over at me with anger in her eyes. 

    I furrow my eyebrows at her in order to appear confused to the two men standing beside us as I continued casting my spell.

                         ‘Blood to Blood

                         Souls on fire

                         Attach yourself to Natalia 

                         Before moonlight expires’ I continued to him, even stronger than before

                       ‘f*****g stop! What the f**k is wrong with you? Are you crazy?!’

I can feel Natalia’s rage through her hertz, but I refuse to stop. 

I’m doing this for her own good.

                          ‘Blood to Blood

                          Souls on fire

                          Attach yourself to Natalia 

                          Before moonlight expires’

      Almost immediately after casting my spell there’s a loud shattering sound, followed by a sharp pain in my foot. 

     I instantly look down to see a fairly large piece of glass imbedded into my skin, causing a trail of blood to formulate and seep into the other shattered pieces of glass surrounding me.

                       “I’m so sorry about that! It seems I’ve started to feel ill. Here let me help you!” He offered, apologizing for dropping his glass onto me. 

                       “No it’s fine! I’ve got it! Move!!” I said whilst pushing him off and away from me. 

   The man raises his hands at me in defense before taking a few steps back in order to give me my space. 

                       “I’m sorry, but what did you say your name was?” The man spoke to Natalia as his eyes diverged from me and now focused themselves upon her

                        “I didn’t.” Natalia spoke with anger and annoyance clear in her tone. 

                        “Right. I remember your sister saying that you like to play hard to get. Trust me my love, for you I’d wait an eternity.”

     I smile internally as I listen to their conversation; my spell seems to be working perfectly. Now that his soul is attached to Natalia, whatever sin he desires to commit with her the most, must be granted before moonlight expires, otherwise he will die a painful death for aligning himself with a witch without completing the fusion. The blood in his veins will reach boiling temperatures, and his insides will liquify.

But that’s only if his soul really is on fire, and is destined for an eternity of torment. Otherwise he’d just wake up the next morning without any recognition of the events that occurred the night before.

But based off of the smell of him, it’s seeming as if he’s dying to give her his sins and break the vow he’s committed to. 

Therefore Natalia will be forced to grant his desire because I know for a fact she wouldn’t let anyone die a death so painful. 

She’ll finally gain some much needed power. 

I know she may be upset with me after this, but I’m sure she’ll thank me once she feels the intensity of his sin.

If she were to collect this one sin alone, she wouldn’t have to go hunting for weeks and it would almost completely reverse her decay.

That’s how strong the sin of adultery is.

And that’s why I’m sacrificing collecting his sin myself; she needs this more than I do.

                        “Are you sure you don’t need help miss?” The mans friend offered as he looked down at the pool of blood starting to form

My main concern right now is vampires. If there’s any lingering around this club I really don’t need them smelling my blood, or let alone tasting it. Because the witching hour can’t protect me from that. 

One taste and they’ll know their drinking the blood of Asmodeus, and then I’m really f****d 

Me and Natalia both are, it would only be a matter of time until they figure out just which witch this blood belongs to

                     “Can you actually help me to the ladies room?” I questioned 

       The man nods his head before taking my hand in his; supporting most of my body weight as he leads me to the restroom, leaving Natalia and his friend alone.

       I hold onto the mans bicep as I limped my way through the nightclub, avoiding as many people as possible before finding myself standing in front of the ladies room.

                       “I’ll wait for you out here?” The man suggested as I removed my body weight from his.

                       “How about I find you” I called out before making my way into the restroom, escaping his point of view. 

       As soon as the door closes I immediately make my way to the vacant stall before looking down at my punctured and bloodied foot in disgust.

Of course this would happen to me

         I lift my entire foot up before resting my heel on the toilet seat in order to examine it better.

         There’s one large piece of glass sticking straight out of the center of my foot. The sharp material is completely imbedded into my skin, forcing blood to seep out from around it, along with thin tiny pieces sprinkled on top. 

How f*****g great.

         I immediately take a deep breath before wrapping my entire hand around the thick, sharp pieces of glass and quickly removing it from my body. 

          There’s an extremely sharp pain that shoots through my leg as blood starts to spill from my open wound at an even faster rate. 

          I immediately begin to calm my breathing, bringing my mind and body to a point of serenity as I reject the pain.

         Once the pain dissipates and is no longer able to affect me, I slowly close my eyes and begin to imagine my reality as it is but with no wounds.

          I picture myself in the position in which I’m standing in completely healed as I relive every moment from tonight, only altering minor details. 

          My mind continues to envision an alternate reality almost identical to the one we’re in right now, but instead in this reality I am no longer hurt...and I never was.

          Once I feel satisfied and confident in the symmetry in coordination with the reality I’m currently in, I slowly begin to merge the two. An overwhelming feeling of euphoria takes over me as my entire body begins to tingle from the alignment of the two realities. 

           My eyes slowly open as I feel the shift complete. I look down at my foot, seeing it’s completely cleaned and healed form. The floors beneath me that were once painted with blood were now extremely white and crisp

             I sigh in satisfaction before turning my body around and unlocking the stall door.

              As soon as I step out of the confined space I immediately am surrounded by an eerie feeling. 

Somethings wrong.

              I slowly furrow my eyebrows together as I begin my journey to the front of the bathroom, listening as my heels click against the tiled-floor beneath me.

               As I’m making my way towards the sinks, I notice a huge black steel clock sitting stationary on the wall.

That’s weird, I don’t remember there being a clock here before 

               My eyes gravitate to it, as I quickly read the hands on the system.

3:00am

                I furrow my eyebrows in confusion as I  read off those numbers.

That can’t be right, there’s no way we’ve been here for that long. 

                I immediately begin to make my way to the sink standing beside a very tall dark skinned woman.

                               “Excuse me, do you have the time?” I questioned 

                                “It’s 12:30” she replied as she continued applying a fresh layer of lipstick

                  I silently thank her as a deep feeling of uneasiness begins to take over me.

Then why is that clock saying it’s 3? 

When did it get here?

How did it get here?

Why is it stuck on the devils hour?

Is this a sign? 

Am I being watched? 

Is my time running out?

Did someone else see me alter the realities?

What the actual f**k is going on.