Y/N gets more than she bargained for when getting to know the mystery creature that's been living in her shop silently for the past few years. She never would've imagined the sort of adventure he would lead her to, nor did she expected to be close w...
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Phil acts as my guide through the winding halls, walking at a leisurely pace as I hold onto his arm on our way to the castle's back exit. The double doors split open the moment we reach them, pulled apart by two shadows directed by the Demon King himself. Beyond, a wide stone path is presented to us along with the most magnificent garden I had ever laid eyes on. As we walk down it, I cannot help but look around in awe at the beautifully sculpted statues and topiaries, towering trees and brilliant flowers of all colors. I watch with intrigue as the plants are tended to by both demons and human souls in the area, though I would say it was the devils that held my attention the most as they molded the flora like clay with a mere motion of the claw into a certain shape, brought dying plants back to a vibrant and lively state and caused certain things to grow or shrink.
Their powers never cease to amaze me, and what makes it even more special is knowing that they are always unique to the person wielding them. It feels as though I had stepped foot into a fairytale. After a few steps forward, the path parts into many different routes leading into various sections of the massive garden, giving us an option of which one to take. Since Phil seems to already have a destination in mind, he immediately takes me down one surrounded by a tunnel of trees with branches that twist and intertwine above our heads like a bridge— the majority of them filled with white flowers and the occasional pale orange or pink. Between each tree are short, marble columns holding wide, clay pots filled with pearl pink and white rose bushes that are in full bloom, giving off a heavenly aroma.
Those we pass give momentary pause to bow to us, or rather, their King, before returning to work, which my companion would regard with slight nods of acknowledgment if they were a demon. All humans, he ignored. I paid to mind to it, having come to the realization that he might not have much of a fondness when it comes to any humans other than myself. At times, I would catch his glances as we stroll down the path, though my attention was mostly glued to my surroundings. Every aspect of the yard is incredible. It made me want to explore more of it, though I'm positive it might take days to do so, maybe more if I stopped to take in every detail.
The road is suddenly blocked by a towering, wrought iron gate, much like the one we had to pass through to enter the castle grounds on the front side, though this gate seemed to lead into some sort of stone pen. My E/C eyes travel up the vines that climb the walls, blanketing them almost entirely with leaves the shade of rich emerald green, and can't help but wonder what might be contained here, if anything at all. Admittedly, I would've been nervous to find out had Phil not been the one to bring me here. I trust he'll keep me out of harm's way. My companion opens the gate with ease, and I was thankful the metal hinges didn't screech as they moved.
