Preface

Life is what happens when you're busy planning them. And it always would continue the same way, unexpected and quiet hurtful if you were to live through the nightmares.

The universe has always had two sides of everything. Love and hatred, the light and dark, man and woman, the good and the bad, the right and the wrong, the white and the black, the yin and yang, heaven and hell, and the angels and the demons.

And unfortunately, some beings unable to help it fall in the second category of everything, the second category that are full of negatives. The second category the world prefers little less. And their lives thus gets fixated. And gets lived for others than themselves. These people end up in wrong no matter how they try to be good. And some even get to be born with super natural powers and get to reign over the hell. Born against the heavens, born as the sworn enemy of heaven and humanity. They get called the demons. The heartless, stone cold, life wrecking Demons who would eat your flesh and blood, the followers of Satan, the guardians of hell fire. The true beasty, scary, monstrous people alive in the universe as per the definitions given in any corner of the universe.

Moreover in the patriciachal universe, where men reign over everything, even in hell, what role does a woman have? What role would Demoness possibly have? What could be the plights she would go through in the thousands of years of her life time.

"Now tell me," she asked him. "Are you sure you're not scared of me? Every minute you spend with me? Why can't you just let me go? I can see how pale you look right now? How loud you heart is pounding inside those rib cages, the speed of the blood being pumped in your heart and the way your fingers and legs shiver. I can feel the reverbation but you still say...." she paused and looked into his eyes, giving out the mysterious charming smile that could steal a million innocent hearts.

The man in front of her did have all those reactions she explained in him. His brown hair, and emerald eyes filled with fear and something else that couldn't be measure.

"You should be responsible, for every word you utter, for every action you take, but you don't seem capable of it, well at the least I don't see it," Volca had her wings put out. Large wings with feathers and dark fumes that would scare any person in the room. She pushed him back, cornering him against the walls. "Tell me now, tell me," she said in her hoarse voice. Her hair lying down on her shoulders. She changed into her real costume. The black gown with slits from the hips, the black metal tiara with precious stones embellished in them. Her evilness purging out that turned the sky black and cause heavy thunders outside. He looked outside the window and back at her face. Her eyes shined bright, her lens turning blue. She raised her brows at him. He was panting and sweating. "I....."