Demon From Heaven

Chapter 1

(Merida's P. O. V.)

Blow upon blow landed on every part of my body. I was out in the open, absolutely vulnerable to the beast before me, that beat the living daylights out of me, as I just shielded myself with nothing but my arms.

I dare not make a sound. No matter how much it hurt, I wouldn't make any sound. If I did, then he would know that it hurt. I wouldn't dare cry either; crying was a sign of weakness. I wasn't weak, at least I chose to believe that I wasn't weak. I just chose to keep quiet, to remain silent even in the face of chaos. My mother had always told me that the wisest and strongest creature, was the one that kept quiet in the face of danger. She used to tell me that if ever I found myself being tortured, silence would make my opponent understand, or rather feel that nothing they did got to me.

Tears pricked my eyes from the back of it, threatening to let a waterfall of them loose. I refused to let them stream down my face. I had to stay strong. Maybe when I was finally alone I could break down. Then, only the four walls that made up my room, and the items in it would be there to witness me crumble.

He continued his endless assault on me; punch after punch, kick after kick. He pulled me by my hair, his sharp nails scraping against my scalp, his fingers tugging at the roots of my long wavy Auburn colored strands.

A cry left my lips before I could stop it, and I could nearly see him smirk in a wicked satisfaction.

"You are worth nothing, do you hear me, you b***h?! You are worth nothing! You mean nothing to me! You are just another property that I own, and I wouldn't hesitate to show you your place!..." He screamed at me, his deep voice rumbling as though it was the thunder during a terrible storm, his saliva foaming and splashing all over my face.

I persisted on staying quiet, using the last bit of strength in me to hold my damaged walls of titanium up. I wouldn't let him destroy the last bit of resistance I had.

"Brother no, you're hurting her!" His sister Cecilia pleased with him, trying her best to pull him away from me.

Cecilia was the step sister of Eric, and probably the only soul in this palace who tried to defend and stand up for me. She had been adopted into the Royal family when she was just a wee child, and was now a very big part of it. The late king and Alpha of the Moringue pack had taken a liking on her, and pitied her for the way she had been orphaned at such an early age.

He was a kind and wise man, always giving the oppressed a chance, and the poor an opportunity. He had ruled the kingdom to the fullest in a way that all the citizens of it loved, and respected him during, and after his rule.

Unfortunately though, his son was nothing like him.

Eric was the direct opposite of his father. He was more like his mother, just a way worse version.

Economically, he was a very good leader; I had to give him that much. But when it came to other areas, he was a ruthless creature waiting to pounce upon any lesser person as prey.

I wonder how my father in his grave would react if he knew that the man whom he had Betrothed me to was making sure I suffered every living second of it.

Finally, I ran out of energy to stand on my two feet, and collapsed on the floor.

His laughter echoed in the large and luxurious hallway of the palace, as he most likely mocked me.

"Next time, you'll know better than to deny me what is rightfully mine, b***h!" He spat venomously, prideful spite obvious in every corner of his words.

I carried my head up slowly, the sharp pain at the side of my jaw from an already forming bruise nearly overwhelming my senses. Looking at him steadily, I felt nothing but pure regret and mutual spite towards the man that stood before me. I couldn't believe that I had once been incredibly in love with Eric.

"You know something?..." I started, my voice more quiet than a graveyard. "... someday, something that will make you regret everything that you have done to me will happen, and by that time it would be too late for you to make amends."

He burst into a loud mocking laughter, before looking down at me in belittlement.

"Oh my, what are you going to do, get revenge from me? Oh I'm so scared! Frail little good for nothing Merida is going to beat the hell out of me! Yeah right. You deserve everything that I do to you, and even more. You should be thankful that I have decided to grace the soul of my late father, and keep my promise to him by not dissolving our marriage."

He tried kicking me again, but then his sister intercepted.

"That's more than enough Eric. Leave the poor girl alone."

Their voices faded as they walked down the hallway, while I dragged myself up and went to my room. Each step was complete pain. Every other sense was completely numbed except the hurt that radiated from nearly all over my body. He had managed to tear me down again.

Thoughts of how it came to be like this filled my head, as I tried my best to replay my steps on each stepping stone.

How did we end up here? How did I end up being a complete stranger in the house of my own so called husband?

Tears filled my eyes to it's brims, and this time, I let them fall freely down my cheeks. I was beyond tired.

How could an illusion be so strong?

I sat down there on my bed, my dress undone, yet unable to find the energy to totally remove it. All I could do was just sit down and stare into space in between sniffles.

How long more could I take of this?

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I woke up to the sound of commotion in the palace. People kept on running up and down on the other side of my door.

Wasn't it too early to be in a hurry? What was going on?

Deciding to go out and check, I slowly got out of the bed in order to avoid too much pain from my bruises, and wore my slippers.

Opening the door, I saw that the maids ran to the direction of the East wing, where the king and alpha of the kingdom had his room. Now I had gotten even more curious. Why did they all look so worried and scared?

Deciding on getting to the bottom of this, I decided to follow the crowd to see what was going on.

As I entered Eric's room, everything seemed to be alright, yet there was a strange tenseness in the room.

"You!" I heard a voice cry suddenly behind me to me.

I swivelled around in an instant, totally taken off guard.

It was Cecilia who had screamed like that, and genuinely she looked like a mess.

"Me what? What did I do?" I asked in confusion.

But now I wish I didn't.

"You murdered Eric!"