The Devil

Sicilia's Point of View:

“Liar! Your words are like those of the devil! Do you expect me to believe you?” I asked with an angry expression. I was boiling inside, and my fist was clenched. If it weren't for my weak body and the force holding me tightly on the bed, I swear I would have punched the dwarf in the jaw for lying to me.

“Liar? What do you mean? Do my words sound too good to be true?” He asked with furrowed brows, acting innocent like he didn't understand what I was saying.

"Too good?" I repeated incredulously. “You...you monster..." I stuttered, searching for words to describe such a liar. "Kelvin would never raise a finger against me. He can't even hurt an ant, so why would he kill me? We don't have any quarrels or disagreements. What could he possibly gain from my death?" I asked, bewildered by the dwarf's accusations against my Prince Charming.

"Oh, so you think he'd never hurt you, right? He's too kind to kill an ant. Then why did he kill the ant he found on your back years ago? He could have just let it leave peacefully." The dwarf's tone was bitter and angry, as if the dead ant was a personal loss.

"He killed the ant because it bit me first," I explained, trying to justify Kelvin's actions.

"That ant was a warning sign, a sign that your precious Kelvin was capable of more than you thought. And as for what he'd gain from your death—perhaps freedom—he won't need to be ashamed and embarrassed about his weak werewolf girlfriend. Or maybe, just maybe, he wanted to be with someone else—someone who wouldn't question his authority, someone like... his mother's choice, Helena?" His words twisted like a knife in my heart.

I felt nauseous, trying to process the lies he was telling. Kelvin, my loving boyfriend, would never betray me like that. But the seed of doubt had been planted, and I couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off.

"You're just making this up! Kelvin would never do such a thing!" I protested, my voice shaking and tears welling up in my eyes.

“I know why you are like this,” the dwarf continued with a pitiful look on his face.

“Firstly, you never got to see your father's face before he died, then your mother abandoned you to be eaten by wild animals, and you aren't sure if she's still alive.

Lastly, you are a weak Omega, and at this age, you still haven't gotten your wolf. You have been rejected many times, and no one likes you. Kelvin's family thinks of you as a beggar, while his pack members hate you more than they hate demons.

You grew up as a lone wolf, and you have no one to look after you. No one cares about you; nobody loves you. Every single day, your dream is to get married to Kelvin because you want to have your happily ever after.” The dwarf's words cut deep, and I felt a stinging sensation in my eyes as tears began to form.

His pitiful gaze only made it worse. It was as if he were gazing at a wounded and broken animal. Each word he spoke was like a fresh wound, ripping open old scars and pouring salt into the raw flesh of my soul.

He was right, of course. My father's face was a mystery to me, and my mother's abandonment still lingered like an open wound.

Being an Omega wolf, I was the weakest link in the pack hierarchy, and my lack of wolf manifestation made me an outcast among my peers. Kelvin's family and pack members had always looked down on me, treating me like a charity case and a burden to be borne. Everyone loathed me, and I had no friends.

The dwarf's words reawakened the voices of self-doubt that had haunted me for so long. No one likes you; no one cares about you; nobody loves you. The pain was suffocating, and I felt like I was drowning in a sea of rejection and loneliness.

But as I looked into the dwarf's eyes, I saw something there that made me pause. It was a glimmer of understanding, a hint of empathy, and a spark of defiance.

It was like he wasn't just taunting me; he was trying to awaken something within me. And in that moment, I knew I had a choice to make: let the pain consume me, or rise above it and unleash the power within me that would change everything.

“How do you know so much about me?” I stammered, hoping to find a crack in his armor—a weakness to exploit.

But the dwarf just chuckled, a low, menacing sound. “I know everything about you, including the secrets you keep from yourself.” His eyes seemed to bore into my soul as he said those cryptic words, and I felt a shiver run down my spine.

“You see, I've been watching you for a long time, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. And now, with Kelvin's betrayal and your vulnerability, the time is ripe.” He leaned in closer, his hot breath on my face, and whispered.

“You have a choice to make, little one. You can continue down the path of self-pity and despair, or you can embrace your true nature and unleash the power within you.

The power to destroy those who have wronged you, to reclaim your rightful place, and to forge a new destiny. I will make you the first princess of the world.” His words were like a light in the dark, igniting a fire within me that had been smoldering for years. And in that moment, I knew I would never be the same again.

“What do I have to do to gain all these powers?” I asked bitterly, putting all my anger and hatred in my mind, and it consumed the better part of me.

“I will complete the reincarnation final process for you with my blood, and in return, I ask for your loyalty, honesty, and obedience. Once the time is right, I will ask for a sacrifice, and you must not disobey me, or else I will drag you down to hell,” he threatened with an evil grin I failed to see.

Consumed by grief, anger, bitterness, loneliness, and greed. I agreed to his terms, and with a swift motion, he pricked my finger with a sharp object, drawing a drop of blood.

He then pricked his finger, and our blood mingled together, sealing the deal. I felt a surge of energy course through my veins, and my body began to glow. My senses grew sharper, and my strength increased. I could hear the voices of no one in particular, and I could see anything the dwarf wanted me to see.

I was no longer the weak, vulnerable Omega I once was. I was now a powerful hybrid, part demon, part wolf, ready to take revenge on those who had wronged me.

“Least I forget, there is but one more condition. I am a demon lord, and you must follow me to hell!” He demanded with a cold voice.

“A demon lord?” I was shocked by this confession—not that I cared, though. "Aren't you a dwarf elf?” I asked curiously, and he burst into laughter.