8 My husband is an Orge Chapter 7

The Demon was keen to test out his new security system but not so close to his bride. He looked towards the hooded figure who let out a heavy sigh and signaled to the woman from before. She bowed to both of them before taking his bride-who didn't seem all to keen on being lead away- from the room. He carried from the Pixie Demon with him, the little green thorn ball purring in his ear. The hooded demon said nothing as they walked the path from the shop.

He didn't feel nessecaryily bad in warning the bastard off from his wife. They both knew the unstable nature of their demonic heritage. What he did feel bad about was seeing the old demon with such a young follower. To See, Him with his own bride was most likely a heavy slap to the face to the demon that he may never find a bride and that he would be destined to be alone in till death, itself came for him.

Aine tried not to stare at the woman as she set down a cup of tea in front of her. She was gorgeous. Her hair was the shade of gold while her skin was the color of honey. She held full lips that were painted a deep maroon red and eyes the shade of emeralds. She was tall about 6 ft with a model-like figure. The woman smiled before taking a sip of her own tea. "I've got to tell you, It is so nice to see another human being." Aine looked from her cup and asked: " What do you mean?"

Her question seemed to surprise the woman causing her to raise a delicate eyebrow at her words. "Is this your first time meeting a demon at all?!" Aine nodded and watched as the woman gasped and reached for her hand patting it. " You poor thing, This must of been a major shock to you..." Aine couldn't say another so she simply nodded. It was true after all the simple thought that there was a race or species out there separate to there was a shock and to find out that demons themselves even existed had somewhat knocked her mind for a spine. She just never had a chance to experience it. In all really deal with it because everything was happening so fast and so quick that her own instincts were basically telling her to go with the flow in order to survive. But, now sitting in the corner of the shop waiting for her "husband" it seemed to hit in full force. Demons were real. She had died and had been brought back to life and she was married to a horned fire demon who had plans to make a house for them. And, Who had taken her to weird pet shop filled with the monster she could never imagine in order to get them a security system for a threat she didn't even know.

Her hands began to shake while her eyes became wet with tears. The woman was quick to reach out grabbing her hand and taking the cup from her hands while she ran her perfectly manicured nails through her hair. It hurt to breathe and for a moment it felt as though her lungs just couldn't get air. "Shh...It's ok...Deep breaths...Here drink some tea it will help." Aine reached taking gulps of the sweet tea. The taste of it reminded her of mint tea except for the tea itself was much sweeter. Just focusing on that and the words of the woman seemed to help calm her down enough that she stopped shaking.

"There feel better." Aine nodded and gulped the rest of it. "That's good. I guess we can have a real honest conversation now. This is going to be fun." Aine swallowed and watched as the woman felt her side to head behind the counter where she then pulled out a very large book. She struggled to carry the giant tome to the point where she came to the table she dropped it. She gave a shy smile before laying her hand across the book. Slowly she began to chant in another language and Aine watched as the book swung open revealing a blank page.

"Demons are an ancient primal race that resides from the most arcane of magic. A species that reside in a universe near are own. Though, Demons are primal in nature the use of magic has advanced them in complex and interesting ways that in its own dictate their own society. Demons live by a way of dominance. The most powerful thrive to maintain high seats in the demonic hierarchy known as the nine seats. Most Demons display this dominance by a show of brute force or power usually by the energy of there arcane magic. Demons aren't truly immortal beings but instead a species that has a virtually long lifeline. It is this longevity that results in the low number of births for many demons.

Though, Births are Low demons maintain a high level of monogamy. With Mating pairs consisting of one individual known as a bride or and another known as the husband or groom. Bride and grooms share an interconnecting bond that is woven not only in the soul but also in their magic. It is this that takes into the pairs own symbol."

Aine looked up from the book and towards the woman. "My Demon, He calls me his bride; his wife. Is that what I am to him?" The woman looked up from the book and nodded. " Demons mate and bond. This bond is often shown by a bonded symbol upon the pair's body. She reached pushing the robe to the side to showcase the emblem on her chest.

" You are bonded to him and he is too. It is their way and in a deeper fashion. The bonds between you two will be deeper and more interactive than any bond between husband and wife. I know this is a lot but in design, he will forever be loyal to you. " The woman reassured patting her hand before she stood and escaping to refill there cups.

When She left the room Aine covered her face in embarrassed and wonder at all that she had learned. As well as the sudden realization that she had before all this upheaval, She did want to have a stable relationship in her life. Now, She has gotten a magical one. Guess that what they say is true.

Be Careful. What you wish for.

And, Damn was the Universe a bitch.