51 A demon's memories 4

Pamela laughed at herself bitterly, remembering how she fell under his spell completely that night, allowing him to teach her body the taste of love making and pleasure, she cried his name all night long and slept naked in his arms, to only find herself lonely in her bed in the morning, her bed smelling like him as her body held traces of his actions of last night, but he wasn't there, the head butler told her he left for a buisness trip and after a week, he returned same as he was, cold and neglecting, there were nights were he would charm her with his words to his bed only to disappear in the morning, leaving her with a deep feeling of self detest, one of these nights, she fell pregnant from him..

A part of her regretted surrendering up to the duke easily, yet the other didn't knowing her son come from an actual love making and not violation, she didn't hate the man, she wasn't someone who can hate, not understanding what exactly did she feel toward him she distanced herself from him to only focus on her baby, living only for it as she couldn't take the man's swinging mood anymore, with her baby on the way, she had ever reason in the world to live...

Months passed by quickly, and her labor came, yet to her shock no doctor or priestess were sent to help her, instead, her husband and his sisters were the only one there, as hard as it can ever get, Pamela struggled to give her baby life even when her own death was in the corner, when she finally managed to hear her new borns cry, tears rolled on her cheeks, reaching out to where her husband stood holding their son in his arm, waiting her turn to hold him, her arms froze onthe air as he handed him to his sister instead who left the room in a hurry, not understanding what was going on, she struggled weakly to go after them... to only be stopped by her husband, who took her in a deep hug, before starting to explain it all to her...

What fate brought her up into this mess she wondered, never in her life she imagined to be married to a half demon and even bare his child who was as well a half demon, not just that, with a mother who was one of the strongest elit demons, her pure blood run strongly in both of their veins, dominating the human one, it took Peter years of training and self control and magic to keep it under control and now so did her son, the young boy had to swallow potions that made him sick and frail just to oppress his demonic blood, seeing her son suffer, she didn't know what else to do but secretly and without any ones knowledge, feeding him with her own blood...

It was only a coincidence how she discovered her son's appetite to blood, when she once cut her finger to be surprised with him trying to luck it, at first she refused to let him to only make the boy explode in cries, in a desperate attempt to make him calm since his weak health couldn't take such effort, she gave him her finger, the few drops of her blood worked like magic as the boys pale face instantly turned bright, his fever dropped and his breathing got steady, out of motherly love she continued to give him few drops of her blood every once and a while, makung sure to keep it to the minimum to not wake the boys thirst nor his father's suspicions...

She was a fool though, she realized that very late, when her two years old boy couldn't control his thirst and ended up killing his second brother, his father and her, enjoying it like it was an innocent game, the last image she saw was her own son, covered in blood, ripping off her heart while laughing innocently...