On this night Abel helped Rosa in a huge way. He helped her in believing just how strong she truly was, he cracked her shell that kept her that shy, mousy little girl. During their mating Rosa begged him to set her free of those chains that bound her. Abel did just that, while lost in the throes of passion the caged demoness erupted. In a moment her eyes fluttered closed as the final pieces of that shell shattered, icy blue orbs had been replaced by jet black. Rosaceae Lust - Wells demon had been unleashed.

This came the day after her father had passed. Her father had unleashed her demoness previously, but she was too shy and timid to let it take its hold on her. When both Abel and Rosa collapsed, exhausted bodies in a twisted, sweaty mound. Rosa couldn't shake her demoness, her pale lids hid the jet black hues. It hadn't taken long for Abel to settle into a rhythmic breathing pattern and soft snores escape his lips. Restless and this new being inside her needed blood, blood lust enveloped her. Rosa snuck silently out of bed, using extra caution since she was born a clutz. Rosa gathered a change of clothes out of her dresser and slipped out of the bedroom. A pair of stone washed maternity jeans were tugged up her tone, but short legs. The powers she gained from her father was incredible sense of hearing and scent, now her demoness free it seemed a million times stronger. It made her temples and sinuses ache causing Red to pinch the bridge of her nose.

A sweater the color of crimson was pulled over her head. Sitting she slipped on her socks and then her shoes. This pregnant women was on a mission, she was going to her father's study to collect two items she would need this evening. Rosa paused to listen to Abel, he was still lightly snoring from their bed. And with that confirmation she was out the door. Running at a speed she couldn't before and she was doing this normally challenging task effortlessly. Seems when her demoness had control of her she wasn't that clumsy little girl. This caused a slow curl on her pouts into a cocky smirk.

Gates of her homeland opened as she approached, but she didn't stop for pleasantries. Servants greeted her at the oversized front door that swung open with an eerie creak. Rosa gave a courtesy nod as she walked straight in, she hadn't been here in months. Last time this was her home, it still is, but she now lived with her mate. She headed to her father's chambers in silence, with a gaze that even caused servants to take a precautionary step back having never seen the little apple like this.

 

Thick wafts of many scents struck her hard, so potent she could taste all the comforts of home. Rosa stopped face to face with the door she had last slammed in his face. Raising her hand laying it to rest on his door, she could still smell him, so strong yet fading. Rosa bowed her head, inhaling sharply. Beyond this door the two had once laughed and played, now it would forever remain in silence. It seemed like half an hour pasted before she was able to bring herself to push herself inside. Inside her short life played out before her in this room. This vision was the acts of her prisms but more realistic than before. Diabolos Wells was sitting in his chair while a young Rosaceae tried sneaking up behind him to scare him. Rosa's stumbled back against the door as she could only watch the event unfold.

Just as little apple was about to reach out for him, his black leathery wings unfolded in a blink making her little self fall back onto her derriere. Both broken out into laughter, but Rosa's eyes had focused on his wings. "Go on little one, touch them." His voice deep but soothing even now. And just like so long ago, Rosa's hand lifted at the flashback. Rosa's fingers reenacted the scene. Little apple explored his wings in awe, until she nuzzled them and he engulfed her in a tight embrace in his arms and his wings. Tears dripped down Rosa's chin while watching. She could still smell them and him, she swore she could feel the warmth once more. But when she blinked the vision was gone and the chill of the empty room sent a shiver down her spine.

With a heavy sigh Rosa stepped deeper into the room towards his untouched desk letting her fingers trace the edge as she scanned the room. Another vision consumed her. The sun was shinning bright into the room. They were playing hide and seek. Little apple was hiding behind the drapes, this made Rosa giggled softly in the silent room. It was evident where she was, her silhouette was visible. Her daddy was standing in the corner covering his eyes as he counted to twenty five. "Ready or not here I come." Rosa watched him on his hunt for her younger self. He knelt and looked under his desk then moved about the room to look behind his suit of armor in the opposite corner of the room. Rosa jerked her head to the curtains where little apples giggles were muffled by her hand. This was when her dad jerked back the curtain and swooped her up in a warm embrace. Diabolos chuckled as tiny Rosa giggled. "I love you daddy." Her voice childlike and filled with joy. "I love you too my little apple." His deep voice caused Rosa's tears to now stream down her cheeks. Once more she could feel his warmth and yet again it all vanished in a blink to attempt to derail her tears.

Rosa had moved now to his armoire, slowly opening the doors. A stronger more intoxicating scent of her father hit her. She reached in and drug his cloak off its hanger. Black leather that was heavy in weight. The second object she hunted was his dagger always found hanging from his hip. Rosa turned to the chair facing his chair behind his desk. As Rosa put the belt around her heavy pregnant belly then she applied the cloak. She noticed the photos on his desk. Rosa took the one of her and her dad, she plucked it from its frame. Shoving it into her bra, she started for the door. Enough memories for one night she opened the door. "Leave my chambers this moment young lady and take yourself to your room." Rosa jumped at the rage in his voice. Tilting her head a not so long ago apple charged her in a fit of tears. Their first fight. She refused to stop seeing Abel. Rosa looked at her angry father, that last look on his face burnt into her mind forever. Rosa couldn't bare this memory and left the room, closing the door behind her. Panting heavily she used the door to hold her upright. This image of her dad made old wounds fresh once more. Smearing the hot tears with the back of her hands then draped the leather hood of the cloak over her head. Taking her leave from the castle. Her blood thirst was making her throat feel like she had swallowed fire. Much smaller than her father the cloak drug along the ground behind her.  

The words she spoke to her cousin Ben too came back to haunt her as she exited the kingdom walls in pursuit of curing her blood lust. "I′m not saying it′s entirely my fault, just a huge chunk. They fought because I chose my path of happiness and for that I do not regret. I am entitled to my own happiness. But now my final memories of the man who gave me life, my daddy, is him hating me. That is my cross to bare. But my heart hurts the most for grandma Des who lost her son. I can′t begin to fathom that pain. And had I turned my back on my own happiness, her son would still be alive. A big fat vicious circle that makes me to blame."

(To be continued.)