The Devil's Good Girl-Chapter 283: Yin and yang

As Fil felt two sharp teeth sink into her neck, a scorching heat traveled throughout every fiber of her body. She struggled one last time before her strength slowly drained. As she slowly fell into the darkness, Fil slowly saw a figure looking back at her.

Before she could completely fall unconscious, Fil recognized the person looking at her. It was... herself.

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[FLASHBACK]

Latrice stood in front of the mirror as she slowly took off her dress. Her eyes looked at the bruises on her body.

"She didn’t break after all the pain he put her through," she whispered, almost amused at the situation. "Yet, she gave in the moment she heard about what he did to him. How are you so foolish?"

She walked closer to the mirror, placing a hand on it as she talked to herself. "You’re not... getting this body back."

A dangerous glint flickered across her eyes as the corner of her lips curled up viciously. Latrice skipped her steps back to her chambers without care of putting on her clothes. She was birthed without a cloth, hence, she found no reason to wear such things.

At least, not right now.

"What a comfortable bed!" she threw herself on the bed, enjoying this moment of freedom. "Oh, how could she sleep in here while I had fit into such a cramped space all this time?"

Latrice happily rolled on the bed as if she were only a normal woman who wouldn’t harm a fly. But after minutes, she lay on the bed with the blanket around her. Gazing at the ceiling, a satisfied smile turned up on her face.

"Quentin..." she whispered. "... what a nice name. I wonder how long would it take for him to find a witch to kill me?"

Although there wasn’t any look of affection in her eyes, it shone with admiration and intrigue about the man.

Latrice giggled happily, only to click her tongue in irritation when she heard something inside her head.

"You said not to hurt him," she spoke to herself. "I’m not hurting him. However, I am also not going to march in the middle of the war to help him."

She rolled to her side and propped her knuckles on her temple. "Meddling with human affairs is one of the things you shouldn’t have involved yourselves with. You stayed away from the vampires who sheltered you and gave you such a comfortable life. However, you chose to explore the world just because you saw a man in your dreams."

"What a pathetic fool. Surely, the gods were at fault here. If they truly want to keep me sealed, they should’ve created a part of me that isn’t capable of love," she continued indifferently. "How would they think I’d learn from someone like you, hmm? No matter how long you keep me sealed, there’s no way I’d want to be influenced by such creations of the so-called hypocrite gods."

Filomena and the other persona of her came from the same soul. It could be said that Latrice came from the original Filomena. She was created to seal her darkness, and also, in hopes that her light would change her fate.

If that "good" part of her was able to influence her, then the two of them would merge back into one. It only meant that the child of evil wouldn’t be completely consumed by darkness.

"Of course," she spoke again, rolling her eyes irritably. "Didn’t you think when I was the one locked inside this body, I never heard your thoughts? But so what? It’s not like I am scared of you."

"The crown prince ordered for a witch to come..." she pressed her lips and smiled in satisfaction. "Isn’t he adorable? If I were you, I would’ve chosen him rather than the duke. Although he could be quite annoying and his skills in bed wouldn’t be compared to His Grace, he is more interesting. Easier to manipulate, easy to control."

"All you have to do was smile and call him in a sweet tone." She shook her head in disappointment. "Surely, you are influenced by humans to be so foolish."

To her, this situation was created by Latrice. If Latrice wasn’t so stubborn and simply accepted the crown prince, this wouldn’t have happened. After all, the duke already pledged to live for the royal family and the empire.

With or without her, he would still march to any war because that was what he was born to do.

It was only foolish to try to change that.

But well, these two Filomena were created differently. They might’ve been technically one, but they had their own thought process and feelings. One was acting with a heart while the other with logic.

Latrice talked to herself all night without any care. She enjoyed her time living outside, not meddling with any human affairs, and simply cherishing every moment.

She didn’t care whether the empire would fall or did she tried to listen to any news about the border Jackson was defending.

Latrice lived a carefree life within the palace walls and before she knew it, months had already gone by.

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A small carriage made its way into the imperial palace. Quentin’s right-hand man stared at the old lady wearing a cloak. Although he maintained a stern expression, there was this level of wariness in his heart.

Witches were already hunted many years ago and anyone who would be suspected to be one would be executed. It was why, if there were any living witches, there was no way one would find them just by asking around.

However, he managed to find out.

The henchman was a little nervous because this witch might curse him. He didn’t want that.

"Stop the carriage," said the old witch as she looked up at the window. "Stop it right now."

The henchman furrowed his brows. "We’re already entering the imperial palace and the crown prince is waiting for us."

"There’s a demon... a demon inside the royal palace..." The witch faced the henchman, her wrinkly and bumpy face showed horror. "I’ll communicate with the prince outside the imperial palace. I can’t go inside or the crown prince will be in danger."