Xyla

I screamed and threw the remote at the TV after I watched the show with Queen. I didn't think it was possible to hate her any more than I already did, but it was happening. Every single damn applause she received from the audience tonight, belonged to me.

Every viewer, every laugh, sentence...it was supposed to be mine. Every single year for the past three years, it has belonged to me. Now she was stealing it like she stole every fucking thing.

I began screaming and punching my pillow furiously and took out all the anger I've been feeling for the past few weeks. Not only was Queen trying to fuck everything up, but Felix had hardly touched me. He was more concerned with trying to "fix" the kingdom and I was always alone.

I tried reaching out to my secret admirer, but he ghosted me again. My calls went directly to voicemail and my text messages were left on delivered. I hated having to feel desperate for anything, but right now I needed someone. Literally anyone. Just a person to pay attention to me for five fucking minutes. That's all I needed.

I rushed to the door and opened it and sighed as I saw the hallway empty. There was no one in sight except— no way. I couldn't sink that low as to have a peasant in my room, could I? He was carrying a few linens in his hands as he walked down the hall in my direction and I checked him out.

I tilted my head to observe him and I couldn't lie, I liked what I saw. He was muscular without looking like some huge buffoon, but he wasn't too lanky that I was afraid I'd break him.

His blue eyes flicked up in my direction and he nodded his head in greeting before moving to walk past me. "Servant!" I called.

He slowly turned around at my call and he looked around the hall before looking at me. "Me?"

"Who else could I be referring to?" I asked as I crossed my arms.

"Sorry," he said slowly. "I've been working here for almost five years, I figured you would've known my name by now."

"Is that an attitude I sense?"

I noticed the muscle in his jaw clench and I waited for an outburst, but he took a deep breath and shook his head. "Of course not, your highness."

"Hmm," I hummed as my eyes roamed the length of his body. I twirled my hair between my fingers as I eyed him and he looked to be getting angrier by the second. I wasn't opposed to my lovers hating me. In fact, it was the best in bed. "I want to have sex."

His eyes widened in a mix of shock and disgust and I crossed my arms. "I have a girlfriend."

"I didn't ask," I said as I went back into my room. "Follow me."

"I can't do tha—"

"I'll fire you," I spoke up. I didn't say anything else, but when I heard his footsteps come into the room, a small smile appeared on my lips. "Close the door behind you."

The door closed as I said and I spun around to face him. He had a scowl etched onto his face and I immediately wondered down fun it would be to mess with him right now. "This is inappropriate."

"Set the sheets down and get comfortable," I ordered. "You should be happy that you're this lucky. Your girlfriend could never."

He set the linens down as I instructed and I crooked my finger in his direction. He walked towards me painstakingly slow and I rolled my eyes at the pace. When he was close enough, I pushed him down onto the bed and crawled on top of him.

I moved my shirt and bra and he looked at the ceiling to avoid my eyesight. I smirked before tossing my clothing to the side. I gripped his chin to force him to look at me and I leaned down until our lips were inches apart.

"Your kingdom thank you for your service, truly," I teased in a whispered tone. He shook his head slightly as his eyes moved away from mine and I closed the distance between our lips. He was resistant to my kiss, but as I deepened it, he hesitantly reciprocated.

There we go...

I grinder my body against his as we kissed and a few moments later, he pushed me off of him. I glared at him as I landed beside him in the bed, but instead of addressing me, he held out his palm and spit something onto it.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" I snapped. He looked down at his hand and began violently retching and I stood up from the bed. He backed away from me as I got closer and held out a small item in his hand.

It was a tooth.

"What the hell is that?" I yelled in disgust. "I knew better than to let you poor people touch me!"

His eyes widened as they fell on my mouth and he quickly shook his head. "It's not mine."

My hand snapped to my mouth in confusion and I rushed to a mirror. I opened my mouth to see a huge gap in the top row of my front teeth and a scream erupted from my mouth. "No, no, no, no!"

I heard the servant try to slowly walk away and my eyes snapped to him. "Don't you dare move!" I rushed in his direction, but his eyes became wider as he sunk against the wall and stared at my chest. "You are to tell no one of this! Do you fucking understand?!"

"Y-your majesty," he stuttered as he pointed at me. "Your breasts."

I looked down to see my previously perfect and perky breasts almost halfway down to my stomach. They looked deflated and saggy. Everything I've been trying to prevent was coming full stop.

I didn't know much about my father's deal with Lucifer, but I knew a few key details. He stripped away our demon sides in exchange for our angel ones and a younger appearance. As always though, there was a twist.

Our youthful and young appearances would only remain that way so long as we occasionally drank Nephilim blood. This was never a worry when my parents adopted Queen. We'd drink her blood every so often and erase her memory of it.

After Queen left and killed my father, I became responsible for finding my own supply. I was lucky enough to have realized that Queen's daughter was part Nephilim as well.

For the past few years, we kept her soul in Heaven and I had Angels occasionally let me feed off of her. She was my endless supply of youth and I was worry-free for three years. I could feed whenever I wanted and Eve didn't ask any questions when I randomly needed a "refill". We had a small understanding, I supposed you could say. She was trying to become God and needed my support as leader of Eden.

Everything was fine, but the problems arose when Xavia went missing. I sent out men and Angels to find her, but they had no luck so far. I knew that eventually, I'd be returning to my true form, but I didn't think it would be this soon.

"Get out!" I screamed at the servant. He rushed out of the room and I slammed the door behind him. My breathing quickened as I thought about my circumstances and I began sobbing. I had a photoshoot tomorrow along with shows to appear on. How could I go to them like this?

I could try my best to stop the process with cosmetic tools, but eventually, that wouldn't be enough. I needed to do something fast, and I needed to do it now.

Queen would never just offer me blood, and we weren't strong enough to kidnap her. Xavia seemed to have disappeared from the universe as well and I ran my hand through my hair in frustration. I cried when a clump of it came off on my hands and I closed my eyes.

There was nothing to do besides this one thing that I dreaded. I'd either have to make a deal and pay the consequences of my sins. It was a huge risk, but it was a risk I'd have to take considering I refused to go out in public like this.

I dropped to my knees on the floor and held my hands together before looking up at my ceiling. I pushed away all my pride and took one last deep breath before nodding my head in determination.

"God, I need your help."

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Author's Note
Chile😭 Xyla aghhhhhh😂

Damn so we'll see what happens with this girl. What do you think God will do when Xyla confesses the truth about her and her family?👀
And lmfaooo poor servant. Xyla was right...His GF could NEVER😭😭😭
Lmk your thoughts ✨