Chapter Seven: The Devil's Daughter

"Good job, Myra."

She pulled off her helmet, smiling at the red-haired man beside Nathan. Three days ago, Nathan had hired him to teach her how to ride a motorcycle. Apparently, the human was a former racer—an expert in the field.

He was the perfect teacher.

"Ready for round two?" the man asked with a grin.

Myra was about to answer when Nathan cut in.

"Maybe later. I'm taking her out for ice cream."

The man nodded in understanding, and as much as Myra wanted to practice more, she had to admit—she really wanted ice cream.

Lisa had talked about it enough times, and she was curious to see if it was as good as everyone claimed.

She soon discovered that yes, it was.

She had never tasted anything so heavenly before.

With every bite, she felt like she was floating on a cloud. It was as if all her troubles had melted away.

She practically devoured it, stuffing her face like a starved wolf.

Nathan chuckled. "Calm down, Myra. You'll get a brain freeze."

She looked up, realizing how ridiculous she must have looked.

Embarrassed, she tucked her hair behind her ear and grabbed a napkin to wipe her mouth.

"My father never let us eat human food back home," she muttered.

Thomas Thorn despised humans—and everything related to them.

It was probably one of the few things they had in common.

She was about to take another bite when—

"Hey, what are you two doing here?"

The sound of his voice made her freeze.

A low growl rumbled in her throat.

Why him?

Couldn't it be literally anyone else?

She glared at the blonde-haired boy standing beside them. As if sensing her intense stare, he turned to face her.

The moment their eyes met, she couldn't look away.

For some reason, she couldn't stop staring into those deep, lapis-blue eyes.

She barely registered Nathan speaking beside them.

King tilted his head slightly, a smirk curling on his lips.

Myra clenched her jaw.

Why did God give such an arrogant, annoying boy such beautiful eyes?

It wasn't fair.

Worse, for some reason, looking into them made her feel… happy.

She quickly snapped out of it when King pulled a chair to sit with them.

"Excuse me," she said flatly. "What are you even doing here?"

His smirk widened.

"I own the place, darling."

She really wanted to punch him.

"I was thinking about renovating," he added, turning his attention to Nathan.

Myra rolled her eyes, resting her head on her palm, already bored.

Then—

Something caught her eye.

A blonde-haired girl near the counter.

Her heart stopped.

A short gasp escaped her lips.

She squinted, trying to make sure she wasn't seeing things.

It couldn't be.

But it was.

She shot up from her seat and rushed out after her.

It couldn't be.

It shouldn't be.

But—

She was here.

Myra didn't see her outside, but the girl's scent still lingered.

She followed it.

Her heart pounded with every step.

"Myra?"

The girl finally turned.

Myra stopped, breath hitching.

She had never felt so many emotions at once before.

"Arielle," she whispered.

The girl's emerald eyes widened.

She took a step forward, hesitantly reaching out to touch Myra's cheek—as if making sure she was real.

"Myra," Arielle said again, this time with certainty.

Then, without hesitation, she pulled her into a tight embrace.

It had been so long.

"Myra?"

Nathan's voice pulled them apart.

She turned to face him, realizing she had run off without a word.

Nathan looked concerned.

"Who's she?" he asked.

Myra exhaled softly.

"My big sister."

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Arielle Hades

She wasn't an ordinary girl.

She was the daughter of the Devil himself.

Yes—this girl had Lucifer's blood running through her veins.

Arielle was a year older than Myra, with golden locks, emerald eyes, and jade-like skin. Cherry red lips, soft rosy cheeks—she was the very definition of beauty.

She truly was the daughter of a fallen angel.

Myra turned to look at her as they sat in the car, Arielle's head resting against her shoulder.

When Arielle was born, she had been left in her mother's care. Myra had never known why her mother had agreed to it.

All she knew was that Arielle was her sister.

The sister that had been taken from her when her mother died.

"Hey," she whispered. "Wake up. We're here."

Arielle stirred, slowly opening her eyes.

Myra helped her out of the car before leading her inside.

As they walked, Arielle leaned in, whispering, "I need to talk to you."

Myra nodded.

She had so many questions.

Where had Arielle been all this time?

Why was she here now?

When they reached the living room, Maddie was already there, waiting.

"Albert told me you'd arrive tomorrow," Maddie said.

Myra's clairvoyant uncle had already seen this coming.

Arielle tilted her head slightly. "I know you don't know me, but I know you," Maddie continued with a soft chuckle.

She then sighed. "I haven't prepared a room for you yet, so I hope you don't mind staying in Myra's for now."

Without another word, Myra pulled Arielle toward her room.

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The moment they entered, Myra locked the door.

She didn't want anyone disturbing them.

Arielle smiled. "Look at how tall you've be—"

She was cut off when Myra suddenly hugged her.

Tightly.

Arielle felt her heart clench.

"I missed you and Mom so much," Myra whispered.

Arielle clenched her fists.

"Why did both of you leave me?"

She let go, her sadness quickly morphing into anger.

"Why?" Myra's voice was sharp now. "Why didn't you say anything when they took you away?"

Arielle winced.

She remembered that day clearly.

The day her father had ripped her away from the Thorns.

It was the worst day of her life.

"Myra," she said softly, "I didn't come here to fight with you."

She hesitated before adding—

"It's about him."

The moment those words left her lips, Myra froze. Her skin turned pale. All the fire in her eyes vanished.

Arielle saw it.

She knew.

She remembered.

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