Demon From Heaven

Chapter 2

(Merida's P. O. V.)

I was beyond confused and scared at the same time. Murder? I hadn't murdered anyone! What sort of an accusation was this?

"Murder? But I didn't murder anyone!" I exclaimed, unable to believe my ears.

That's when the second part of Cecilia's accusation hit me; Eric was dead.

Cold sweat broke on my skin, as my emotions turmoiled within me and made me feel terribly conflicted. There were too many different feelings that swam within my conscious mind. But the one that was dominant was fear.

How had he been murdered? This was someone who was very intuitive and ready for anything at any time. It was like he could never be caught off guard even when he was asleep. There had to be something very wrong somewhere. He just had to be drugged.

The other part of me on the other hand, had a hint of a feeling that I surely did not want to acknowledge at any point. I didn't want to think about the relief that I felt at hearing such news, especially with the way he had been treating me for close to four years. A terribly strong urge in me wanted to scream good riddance, but then again, I wasn't willing to be that irrational. I had to silence that small fraction of my mind, or else I would prove what I was wrongly accused for.

Facing the other side of me, I wondered how and why this murder had taken place. Though Eric might not be the best of all people, certainly no one had the right to take his life away except the goddess herself. Murder was unforgivable, no matter how much you feel that you are justified for doing so. No matter how much Eric had hurt me, I had never wished death on him. I had only wanted him to one day realize that I certainly didn't deserve the way he treated me.

"Liar! You're a bloody f*****g liar!..." Cecilia screamed, tears spilling like a fountain from her eyes, so much spite and venom laced in her voice.

A frantic fear engulfed me properly. I hadn't done anything such as that. Why wouldn't she allow me explain myself, or ask me where I was last night? Why did she just immediately jump into conclusions?

"But Cilia, I-"

"Don't call me that!" She yelled at me angrily, the saliva in her mouth foaming and spilling at the same time.

"I had always known you to be an ill mannered, terrible and twisted creature, but I never thought that you would do something as terrible, by going as far as killing my son. Why? What did my innocent son ever do to you?" The previous queen and Luna, and mother to Eric and Cecilia said, her eyes filled to the brim with pure black hatred.

The question nearly made me burst out laughing, as she called her now late son Eric innocent. I nearly gave in to say the least, however thankfully I had the ability to control myself. Her son was far from innocent, and she knew exactly what he did to me. Though I hated what the late Alpha Eric did to me, I hadn't hated him, neither had I ever thought of attempting to kill him.

The woman had always been on her son's side. She had never liked me from the day she had met me, for whatever reason she had. It had bothered me greatly at first, and I had tried my best to make the woman love me, but it was to no avail. At a point, I had gotten so tired, and had stopped trying. The relationship between the woman and I was a complete lost cause.

Cecilia on the other hand, had been the only shoulder that I could lean on and cry, the only one who was actually by my side and tried her best to defend me. So it had greatly hurt me when she accused me of such. I had thought that she would have known me quite well by now, and would be able to tell what I could do, and what I absolutely could not.

My heart beat wildly in my chest, reminding me of the tam tam drums that they used for sacrificial rituals. I was extremely scared, because I knew that once Cecilia his sister turned against me, there was no way that I would be listened to. No matter how much I tried, they wouldn't hear me out. But that didn't mean that I was going to give up easily.

"I didn't murder Eric, your majesty! I had been in my room all night after..." I trailed off in the last part, not wanting to remember the rather unpleasant events of yesterday.

"After what?! After you got what you deserved?! You know I should have guessed that you would plan something like this. I should have guessed that you would want to murder my only son just for your silly and selfish reasons. You are a demon! You are a demon who pretends to be an angel from heaven, but unfortunately you can't trick me. You can't, you will never!" His mother the queen cried, tears streaming down her face.

If spite was a physical venom, or a weapon of mass destruction, I would probably be six feet under the ground by now. She looked at me as if I were her greatest enemy, the glare in her eyes coupled with tears that constantly fell from her eyes, and streamed down her cheeks like a waterfall.

I didn't know what to say in order to convince her to believe me, on the fact that I genuinely didn't kill her son.

Just then, the doctor finally cleared his throat, making us fix our attention back on him.

"The Alpha Eric is dead. He had died through the aid of the poisonous nyamid acid..."

As the doctor droned on, my attention had long been taken away from his side, to Eric's dead body laying on the sheets.

I had to be dreaming, something was terribly wrong somewhere. How come no one else saw it?

Eric lay there, his chest ripped open, in his once red satin sheets, which were now a dark maroon color.