Everything Changes

The change in Amillia had been instant. She changed her style and started wearing all black and even a good amount of leather. Heels were her new best friend, and Amillia has always been to complain about having to wear them when she would have to dress up for special events to attend with Damian because they’re one of the top elite families of this time. She even stopped her normal job and opened a night club.

That’s what threw it over the edge for Damian and made him concerned about her the most. It’s not just that she opened a night club, but that said club also became an overnight success in the middle of one of the biggest cities with a whole lot of people and other clubs around. It’s unusual, and it became obvious to him that the only way she would be able to pull off something on this level is by using her magic, especially considering she isn’t even old enough to own a night club/bar!

Being who he is after two weeks he finally isn’t able to tolerate Amillia’s behavior anymore and is inquisitive into why she is being the way she has been being for the last little bit. He doesn’t like the new rude, cold-hearted person that’s she’s morphed into.

If it had just been him that Amillia had been distant to then he would have just assumed that it was something he did or say, which is actually normal, but she’s being distant to her son, which is something that she has never done before. Amillia’s a hard worker and goes above and beyond to achieve at everything that she does, but she’s a good mom and is always there for her kid, her ignoring him and neglecting motherly duties plus staying out all night isn’t something that Amillia would normally do. It sent a red flag up.

Damian decided that he’s going to pay her club a visit. He’s never been there but he’s heard the hype. It’s most popular among the CEO’s and people higher up on the chain of command, which is something else that Damian worries about. These people talk and rumors spread like wildfires in the world of the rich and wealthy and Damian doesn’t like the rumors that are going around about this club that Amillia owns.

To say that he is disgusted is to say the least. He doesn’t even know where the hell Amillia would have come up with something like this. Not only is every corrupt mortal in this world inside of this building, but there’s also demons there and Damian could have sworn he seen a few crossroad demons making deal at some of tables. After all, he does know quite a few people being the prince of the underworld.

Very angerly Damian makes his way up to the bar through the smell of various types of smoke, very displeased with everything that he is seeing. He wants to know where the hell Amillia is and what the hell is going on. His temper rising the longer he has to be inside of this place. It’s too obvious that something has happened to Amillia, either she’s under a spell or someone is controlling her, because this sadistic, drug infested, strip club is not something that Amillia would just come up with on her own.

Getting to the bar doesn’t improve Damian’s mood any. Swearing to himself he’s decided by the time he finally does get the bartenders attention by banging on the bar counter that when he does find Amillia, he may just decide to teach her defense as she’s been asking him to for the last few weeks, ever since that stranger showed up at her office. He’s never forgot about that strangers visit, mostly because Matthew said that the woman gave him the creeps and made his mommy act weird. Matthew is normally a very good judge of character. He just knows when something is off about a person.

“What can I get you?” The bartender asks in the most annoyed voice ever.

Damian couldn’t help but to roll his eyes feeling annoyed. The man had only been talking to severely underdressed overly made-up women who look like they’re just looking for a quick lay, maybe even some money to go with it. They had been flirting hard with the bartender who kept sliding them free drinks.

“Where’s the owner?” Damian asks speaking louder than normal due to the blasting rap music that’s playing along with the strobe lights in the background.

The bartender laughs, “Yeah… Nope, sorry sir, but can’t let ya at the boss,” the bartender replied with a sly smile as if he has one over on Damian by allowing him access to what he wants.

What happens next is beyond Damian’s control. He hasn’t lost his temper since he’s been around Amillia as much as he has, but right now he can’t help it. His eyes flash red with the fires of hell behind them, and his face contorts for just a short moment into something that’s unspeakable, which makes the bartender loose his cool and completely go pale.

“Where’s the boss?” Damian asks again with a growl in his voice this time.

The bartender nods his heads to the top of stairs where it says VIP section and has separate rooms with closed door so the patron’s downstairs can’t see what’s happening in the VIP section. That’s the spot that has the most say going around about it. That area is the area that made Damian first intrigued by what’s actually going on in this place.

There are two bouncers guarding the bottom of the steps and before he even reaches his destination, he can sense that they know he’s heading their way and their defenses are up, which angers him. If only these people knew who they are truly dealing with. It doesn’t matter what hold Amillia has over them or whatever is going on here, he’s going to get the answers he wants no matter what anyone has to say about the matter.

The stink of sex, drugs, and alcohol gets stronger the longer he climbs up the steps. After seeing the demons face that lives inside of Damian the guards decided that he’s not worth their lives and let him go ahead up the stairs without even having to stop to negotiate or talk to them. His mood for kindness is long gone.

There’s only one room at the top of the steps that leads to the VIP section that radiates the strongest amount of power. Yup, he had assumed correctly on that part. Amillia is so using her powers to make sure that this club runs as it should and to keep people compliant easily. This just adds fuel to his fire. They had made a promise to each other that they wouldn’t use their powers in this world. For as long as they are here, they are supposed to act as the mortals do that way they can live below the radar and make sure that they keep Matthew safe. The anger coursing through him radiates much more power than what’s coming from the room currently.

No sound can be heard from the outside of each room which is also set up to where no one on the outside can see what is going on inside of the room. This just all adds to Damian’s annoyance. According to people in their social circle, no one knows who owns this brand-new hip club, but it’s said in the VIP section, in the private rooms, that you can do anything that you want, whatever you wish for may just come true while being inside of one of these rooms. People pay way more money than they should ever think about to get inside, which makes Damian wonder what the hell Amillia is doing if her club is making so much money.

Nothing in this world could have prepared Damian for what he seen once he entered into the private room where Amillia is. The shock that ran through him completely froze him to the spot where he stands. He was right again though, it’s not just Amillia radiating power in this room, but there’s also another woman there who looks a whole lot like her except with slick and shiny black hair instead of the blonde that’s Amillia.

“What the fuck!?” Is all that he can manage to say.

Amillia is setting down, relaxed on a couch. There’s about six other people on the wrap around sofa setting in the room with cocaine lines all over the table, multitudes of drinks each poured in a cup in front of each person, and a stripper dancing, maybe, although it looks as if the other woman that looks like Amillia is about tempted to join her.

People are taking body shots off of each other, no one is dressed as they should be. It looks like a hostile is what he just walked into. He can’t believe that he’s seeing. He can’t believe how comfortable Amillia is around all of this. Yes, she has been very frisky that’s for sure, but he never would have ever dreamed that she would be into something such as this. What the fuck has happened to this woman?

As soon as she hears his voice Amillia looks up at Damian and smiles. She takes a re-rolled cigar from the man setting way to close to the side that her twin isn’t setting on and starts hitting it as if she’s a pro at smoking. It smells straight up like some damn good weed, and Damian’s jaw drops to the floor.

“Hey lover, why are you here?” She says with no emotions attached, leaning into the woman next to her as she hands her the cigar.

“What the fuck Amillia?” Is all he manages to say.

“Hmm,” the woman next to her says taking the smoke and tilting her head to the side to examine Damian just standing there. “You’re right baby girl, this asshole does seem to have his panties twisted too tight.”

This caused the guy setting beside this girl to chuckle as he throws a fifty-dollar bill at the woman stripping in front of them as she dances.

Amillia chuckles lightly, “I told you that he’d ruin all the fun,” she states.

But nothing shocks him more as he realizes there’s a door directly behind Amillia. The only reason he came to realize that there’s more to this room than what meets the eyes is the fact that this door opens and the person who walks out behind two more women who both looks as if they have had a rough experience on the other side of the door, is not anyone he had expected to see.

Without thinking farther, Damian steps enough into the room to grab Amillia. Considering no noises could be heard from whatever just happened inside this room, Damian is going to assume that the walls are also soundproof on the other side. After grabbing Amillia by the upper arm rather harshly he drags her into the other room before anyone else has a chance to make any objections.

Slamming the door shut roughly behind them and locking it, Damian turns to Amillia barely inches from her face. Anger, more anger than he’s ever imagined is coursing through his veins right now.

Amillia smiles, “You might want to calm down before you bust a blood vessel,” she says to him.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” He shouts.

“Having some fun at work, what the fuck does it look like?” She retorts, which just adds to his anger.

“Amillia, please tell me why the fuck that girl looks like you and also why in the mother fucking hell is Erik also in this room with you?” He demands with the fire burning bright in his eyes.

Amillia smiles again, the fire not scaring her at all, in fact, quit the opposite. She’s excited to see him so close to going back to the demon that he’s meant to be.

“Damian, that girl is Leyla, my sister, and apparently the adopted daughter of Carrick, although she thinks that that’s her father and that the fact, we look alike is a coincidence. Erik’s here because he’s supposed to be here according to fate.” She answers simply taking a seat at the edge of the desk that’s setting in the middle of the room.

Damian has to take a few deep breathes to stop himself from putting hands on Amillia in a way he isn’t sure if she’d actually appreciate at this point or not. Apparently she’s not the person he had thought she was. He had thought maybe the prophecies could be about her, that she would remain pure, although he did suspect he was wrong after the first time that they had sex with each other.

Amillia rolls her eyes at him and crosses her arms under her breast, making them stick out more than they already are in her very tight and revealing black and red leather shirt.

“To be honest with you a fate visited me not too long ago and told me that I’m going against their wills that I’m supposed to die by Erik’s hands and that I’m supposed to be with him and not you and insisted that I leave you to follow the path that they have laid out for me. I refused and they got pissed and decided to try other ways to convince me. The bitches were originally going to make it to where Matthew died, but I agreed to befriend that asshole under the terms that they leave my son alone.” She informs him.

Damian just blinks at her a few times not sure that he has understood her or heard her correctly. Did she really just say she agreed to be around someone who’s sole purpose in existence thanks to his family is to kill her and that this is supposed to be a way to save her son? And when did a fate come to visit. They never leave their own realm to go anywhere and visit anyone.

“What the fuck Amillia?” He asks again, his head trying to absorb and comprehend everything that he’s seen and heard thus far.

Amillia hops off of the desk and walks over to him. She’s wearing a mini skirt that she probably shouldn’t be with knee high high-heeled boots, and her corset looking shirt. She doesn’t look like she would be the owner of this club, in fact, she looks like she’s more than likely one of the workers here.

They’re so close to each other right now that they are all but touching. She doesn’t have a hint of fear on her, and for some reason she radiates more power than what she should. What’s the most concerning is that she’s not radiating her own power, it’s darker right now, and Damian has no idea what’s going on with her.

“Why don’t you ask what you want to know instead of asking the question like some dumbfounded schoolboy?” She says in a low voice looking him straight in the eyes with her lips barely moving.

“What’s wrong with you Amillia?” He asks.

She smiles, “Good boy,” she says and reaches upwards to kiss him. Even though she’s wearing about six-inch heels attached to her boots, she’s still shorter than Damian.

The moment that her lips touch his all of his anger all of a sudden turns into lust. She seems to have had this power over him since the first time they have ever done anything. Kissing Amillia is different, it’s almost as if she’s putting him under some sort of spell so that he won’t feel any other way than to lust for her. It’s an instant response.

Her hands fist into his hair pulling him impossibly closer to her. His hands run down her back and to her ass and he squeezes. He can’t get enough, he doesn’t think that he’ll ever get enough, and his mind is so foggy at this moment that he’s not even sure why he’s here or where he is, all he knows is that he wants her, and he wants her now.

“Probuditi zlo koje spava; povratak vraga,” Amillia mumbles pulling away from Damian’s lips for a moment.

The look of shock on Damian’s face brought joy to Amillia’s eyes and soul. That was easier than she had thought it would be. She could see the change happening in him the moments the last word left her mouth. She’s not the only one changing.

“Amillia, what the hell did you do?” He asks.

She smiles, showing all her perfectly white teeth. “I decided that I wanted to play with the devil’s son, not some carbon copy of the shadow version of him.”

Damian eyes are flashing between their normal color and the fiery red that they become when the demon inside of him is ready to surface. They’re the brightest red that Amillia has ever seen them before, granted she never made it a habit of pissing him off or awakening his demon before now either, so it’s no surprise that she’s never seen his eyes look as they are right now before.

Before she could react, Damian has her pinned to the wall with his hand around her throat choking her slightly. He doesn’t have it in him to actually hurt her right now, he’s still fighting to keep the demon at bay. He knows what she said, and he knows the language it had been spoken in means she spelled the demon out of him. Considering she’s at her full power, or whatever is wrong with her, he won’t be able to fight this off for long. She’s done messed up big time.

“Pray tell little one,” he says cracking his neck in a very nasty sounding way. “Why would you dare bring my demon out to play?”

She can’t help the smile that’s on her face. He really is dense isn’t he?

“Because I wanted our darkness to meet each other, after all, I didn’t do anything to you that wasn’t done to me. Oh… yeah,” Amillia says, “Did I forget to mention that Leyla is the one who showed up at that boring ass office that one day and that she’s the one who decided I’d be better off with no emotions, my soul shut down, and with the darkness that’s inside of all of us in the forefront of it all?”

Now it all makes sense. Everything. From the behavior that Amillia has had the last few weeks to why Matthew didn’t like that woman and what she did to his mom. It all makes perfect sense, but that also gives Damian another reason to fight this spell she’s cast. One of them has to be there for Matthew, who is apparently someone that Amillia isn’t caring about at this moment.

She can hear his thoughts, loud and clear. She’s been able to read minds for a while now. Wakening the darkness also helped her tap into more of her powers, powers she didn’t even know she had until Leyla introduced them to her on accident.

Of course, she cares about her son! She’s not a complete monster. This is all part of the fates plan to make sure what they want happens, well, sort of. They never intended on Amillia turning evil or awakening the demon inside of Damian, but they wanted her around Erik and had promised to keep Matthew safe, and right now, Matthew is safe, and she is around Damian. Even with his demon woke, Damian loves Matthew as his own and Amillia is almost a thousand times positive that no matter what he will fight for that kid just as much as she will. There’s a reason behind her insanity at this point, and it’s not all the drugs that are coursing through her system at the moment.

She’s not about to tell Damian any of this though, let him think what he wants too. It’s not as if his opinion matter much right now anyways. So, what if he doesn’t think of her as the shinning angel he once did anymore, that’s besides the point and a moot point to be had as well. She’s not an angel, no where near it, and the fun is just getting started.

“Oh, little one, you have no idea what you just done,” he says adding more pressure to her throat as he speaks, still not enough to be causing actual damage to her though, but she can tell that he’s losing the fight within himself, and that the demon is starting to take over.

“I know what I did. I did it on purpose asshat,” She retorts.

He pushes her harder into the wall, still not letting go or loosening the grip that he has around her throat. Pain starts to course through her body now, but the smile never leaves her face. He’s trying to intimidate her and make her regret what she did, but she doesn’t. She won’t either. She has no regret or remorse for making him become the one thing he hates most about himself.

Damian runs his free hand up her leg and under her too short of a skirt, “is this why you’re always here, for Erik, letting him touch you and be with you?” He asks as his hand starts to touch her vagina.

“So, what if he does touch me Damian? Are you jealous?” She asks with a smirk on his face.

He snaps his head up to meet his eyes. There’s nothing but fire burning on the inside, a dark, empty fire. He tightens his grip on her throat making her gasp from shock a bit of pain. Yeah, maybe the Damian wouldn’t hurt her, but the demon on the other hand, the demon doesn’t actually give a damn, it’s not as if something without a soul can love anyways, right?

Without warning Amillia is turned around although Damian still has a hand around her neck she’s no longer pressed into the wall, instead, she’s pressed into him.

“I’m the one demon you don’t want to anger Amillia, whether I love you or not isn’t the question right now. I didn’t get my reputation for giving a damn about other people!” He informs through gritted teeth in a very low voice close to her ears. “You’re mine, and I don’t like when others touch what is mine, especially someone I don’t like already.”

Amillia can’t help but to laugh out loud. “Just because we fuck doesn’t mean that I’m yours Damian, last I checked I’m a free woman.”

His hands slide back up her legs until he is invading her personal space again, touching and playing with her most sensitive area. “This was mine the moment you gave it to me, and now that you’ve let my demon out to play, I’m even more possessive than what I was before.” He states.

He’s kissing down her neck and playing with her all at the same time making her insides feel all hot.

“Damian, doesn’t none of this mean that it’s yours.” She breathes out.

She can feel him smiling into her neck as he’s kissing and sucking on it. “Oh, little one,” he says letting her go, leaving her wanting more for the moment. “You’re playing with fire and know nothing of this world you’re trying so damn hard to fit into.”

“Then teach me,” She says seriously without a trace of joking in her voice.

A wide smile breaks out across his face. He now believes that Amillia truly has lost her mind, but she’s also done made the biggest mistake she could made by bringing his old self forward, and now she’s really wanting to test him. She really wants him to show her exactly how evil true evil can truly be? This is going to be fun!

Everything changes, not everything is meant to stay the same forever. Some changes are worse than others. Right now, this seems to be one of the worst one’s they’re about to face this far.