A demoness's calling

Episode 4:Thoughts of home

Ricky

“Today’s lesson was so long,” Ricky groaned, slumping against her desk as they left class.

“I know, girl,” Lily agreed, “but wouldn’t you agree even more if I said Professor Cole is absolutely scrumptious?”

“Mickey!” Ricky and Lily shouted in unison, appalled.

“What?” Mickey replied, looking innocent. “First of all, you, Lily, are getting the second-hottest guy pumping you every day. And you, Ricky, haven’t even had a single guy in you. So pardon me if I’m freakin’ thirsty! I need someone to wreck me, devour all my insides, and make me see stars!”

“Leave Khalil out of this!” Lily shot back. “And Ricky hasn’t found ‘the one’ yet. How many times do I have to remind you of this? It’s not our fault you got bored of your last fling.”

“Uh, excuse me, b***h,” Mickey said with a dramatic hair flip. “If you hold on to a guy for more than two weeks, you’re just asking for heartbreak. I love my heart, so I had to let him go. Plus, let me tell you—he couldn’t even find my g-spot! Imagine!”

Their conversation was interrupted by Ricky’s phone buzzing in her pocket.

“Uh, ladies, my mom’s calling,” Ricky said, but her two friends were too deep into their playful argument to hear her. She waved goodbye and entered her dorm, closing the door behind her.

“Mom?” Ricky said, putting the phone to her ear.

“Hey, pumpkin. Are you okay? You sound tired,” her mom asked gently.

“I’m fine, Mom. Just got out of classes.”

“Well, I might ruin your mood further…”

Ricky sighed. “What now?”

“You know your father arranged that match ceremony for you in his village.”

“Mom, I told you and Dad—I don’t want to get married!” Ricky snapped.

“Sweetheart, listen to me. The boy is from a very high-status family. He’s going to be a future king! And maybe, just maybe, being around other demons will awaken the dormant demon genes in you.”

“Mom, I don’t want to hear this mockery again. You know how it gets when I’m around demons or demonesses.”

“I just called to remind you. Don’t forget—you have to attend that ceremony in a month’s time.”

“Fine!” Ricky said sharply before hanging up.

Letting out a frustrated scream, she collapsed onto her bed.

Ricky came from a mixed heritage: her mother was human, and her father was a demon. Their love story was one she couldn’t comprehend, nor did she want to.

The issue was that Ricky showed no signs of having inherited her father’s demon genes. Unlike other girls in her village, who transformed into powerful demonesses by the age of 18, Ricky remained fully human. Because of this, her family had become the subject of ridicule in their village—a mockery Ricky carried heavily on her .

She had pleaded with her father to let her venture into the human world, to live as one of them. She promised him she would never reveal her true identity, vowing to protect his kind from any danger her secret might bring.

Ricky felt the weight of her dual existence pressing heavily on her shoulders. Even her closest friends had no idea who she truly was—or the burden she carried.

That was why she insisted on having her own room. Unlike the other girls on campus, she refused to share a dorm with anyone.

Her room was a reflection of her guarded life: barren and lifeless, as though no one truly lived there. A double bed with a plain black comforter sat in the corner. The grey walls were devoid of family photos or posters of idols. There was only the bare minimum—a bed, a study table, and a wardrobe.

Her friends often teased her about it, calling her room a dark, lonely cell.

And perhaps, she thought with a weary sigh, they were right. It was a cell—a prison she had built herself, one where she chose to lock away the truth and the person she used to be.