Whisperings of a devil

Larisa came out of the bath while drying her black silky hair with a towel.

She observed the four servant girls who stood like rigid statues, heads lowered with trays of food in their hands.

She didn't miss the slight trembling of their hands no matter how much they tried feigning calmness.

She turned a blind eye as she spoke as softly as possible, "why is it you who brought the food, where is Lifar."

Lifar was her head maid and also the only maid who didn't tremble in her presence.

The soft voice coming from the rumoured demoness princess only felt like the sweet whisperings of a devil before it takes your soul. Thinking like this they girls couldn't help trembling even more. One girl carrying soup couldn't hold the tray due to her hands shaking so much and ended up dropping the tray and soup.

The sound of breaking porcelain mixed with splashing water filled the silent room, the servant girl tremblingly peered up and met blood red orbs like something straight out of a nightmare gazing at her and her soul immediately flew out of her body from fright.

She fell to her knees followed by the other girls and started hitting her forehead on the floor as she insistently pleaded, "please pardon me princess, it waswasn't my-my-my intention to Brea-break the bowl."

She continued to bang her forehead on the floor, "please don't kill me, please don't kill me,"

Larisa stepped forward in-order to help the girl stand up but the girl crawled away from her outstretched arms in frenzy and banged her head harder as she continued to beg for mercy as a sudden with a strong will to survive.

At this late, she would kill herself before Larisa even decided if she wanted her killed or not.

Larisa's eyes contracted as she took a few steps back from the kneeling girl when she saw blood appearing on the floor from where she kept banging her head, "Stop that!" Yelled Larisa.

The three other girls lowered their heads, not daring to look at anythingelse but the floor.

The girl who was banging her looked up from the floor, her head ached like she had been hit with a hammer, a strickle of blood slid smoothly down her forehead and entered her eyes making her blurry vision turn red as she fell to the side, unconscious.

Larisa clutched her right wrist as she turned turned in the direction of her dressing room, "take your friend and the food away and get someone to clean this mess up," she just lost her appetite.

She went into her dressing room and sat in-front of the mirror. She observed her face from every angle, it was a normal face like everyone else's.She put her face closer to the mirror while squinting her eyes, red eyes, but so what, she only had different coloured eyes, was that such a big deal?

She raised her pale white hand and covered the red eyes in the mirror and for a moment she forgot about the feature that separates her from the rest of the world. She would be a normal princess loved by everyone, her servants wouldn't fear her, she would be just like everyone else, a small smile tugged at her lips at the thought, but fate is cruelly misplaced.

She brought down her hand at the same time the smile on her lips faded.

She got dressed in one of her many red dresses and accompanied it with even redder eye makeup and lipstick, drowning out her red eyes.

But no amount of red makeup or clothes could cover up her reputation as the red eyed demoness.