Bride To His Darkness

"An onslaught?" Samantha’s pupils constricted in shock, carefully absorbing the gravity of the story he told her. She felt a shiver course through her spine, summoning goosebumps on her tender skin. "That’s... devastating." Google seaʀᴄh NovᴇlFirᴇ.ɴet

"It is," Brian nodded solemnly, picking one of the hardcover books and flipping open to a particular page where an illustration was made.

The vague picture depicted a defeated forest Fae, wings drooping in despair.

The forest Fae was on her knees, head lowered in submission, whilst her golden-blonde hair cascaded down her back to the floor like sunlight, and before her stood a demon, whose weapon was pointed mercilessly at her fragile form. The way his dark eyes remained fixed on the Fae, Samantha didn’t think she had seen anything more frightening than those oddly treacherous, but satisfying looks.

"It was said that the Demons who attacked came with a motive," Brian continued, "they decimated the forest Fae, extinguishing their existence from the realm. Although the ones who possessed beast plants were the primary target, they had powers that were capable of threatening the dark ambitions of the Demons. They assumed it was best to gain dominance over the Fae’s, to use their powers and sought their hunger for world domination. When they refused, they wiped out the colony when they weren’t watching, and not a single one was left alive, that was what we believed in until you came along, the last Forest Fae to exist."

Samantha looked up from the book to stare at the gleaming assurance in Brian’s eyes, and she returned her gaze back to the illustration. She felt an inexplicable connection to the illustration, as if a distant whisper from the past was nudging into her mind. She traced her slender fingers along the outline, captivated by the eerie familiarity.

The features of the defeated Fae mirrored hers in an uncanny way, stirring a sense of déjà vu that sent shivers down her spine.

"This..." she said, her voice barely above a whisper as she pointed at the Fae to Brian, "it’s like I’ve seen her before."

"This is just an imaginary drawing," Brian simply explained to her, making her lift her gaze from the book to him. "It’s a symbolic representation of the Fae’s plight."