Chapter 1
Year 1879, Victorian Era.
It could have been worse, couldn't it? Thank God, it's nothing worse...
The cold, ironically beautiful mansion was too damn frightening and the kitchen was accommodated with everything an unusual cook would dream of. I agree, I'm unusual but I aint a cook, so why the hell am I standing beside a cauldron brewing up the blood-red potion?
"I absolutely loathe this..and him," I muttered, throwing a clover leaf into the warm stone cauldron. The potion turned the blue-green color of the sea.
"What do you loathe about me, hinny?" said a husky voice in my right ear.I din't have to look up to see who it was. There was a time when my heart would nearly jump out of my chest out of fear of this voice. But not any more, I was used to it.
"Everything, my lord." I answered with resentment. My eyes averted from the hateful face.
But, ofcourse, it wasn't an easy task to offend the devil. Not even slightly abashed he barked a laugh and growled, "You are one nasty piece of work, gel."
"Hark who is talking," I said indicating hatred in each syllable, "Who is going to be your latest victim, my lord?" I continued, stirring the (now) magenta potion.
"That's none of your concern, gel." growled Than, the devil. "You can abridge the procedure of potion-making. I'm in a hurry."
"Yes, my lord"...
I'm too sleepy to continue, atm. It's a little longer then a one-line story but its definitely not gonna be like Harry Potter. :P
Whoever bothers to read, plz, post your feedback. I need encouragement. ;D