Demon Chapter 3 (Part 2)

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TW Gore and trauma, NOT FOR KIDS!!! Elizabeth’s mother, Queen Kannie of the centaurs, looked into a store window, seeing a cute, beautiful dress. They were at the market for centaurs, buying clothes for the upcoming 5th Blood Moon Festival, the time where all of Anthotopia watch the sunset, and the blood moon rise. It came only once a thousand years, and was only coming in a few weeks. It was such a big deal that most people would prepare for it years before. Elizabeth and her mother went into the store, and the store clerk, who was a swan centaur, turned to them, adjusting his bow tie and monocle. “Hello, welcome to Fancy Fur Scalin’ Feathers, however may we- Oh! Your majesty! Um… Welcome!” The store clerk said, bowing, a drop of sweat dripping down his face. “However may we be of service?” “Why, we are simply here to buy your best dresses!” Queen Kannie announced, before browsing all the dresses. She grabbed a sparkly red and black dress and left for the changing room, Elizabeth following behind her. They stopped at one changing room, which was reserved for rich and important people, and Queen Kannie was about to enter it, her hand on the knob. “Mother, can I come inside with you?” Elizabeth asked. She was always energetic, yet cautious and sometimes paranoid, and she was right to be. “No, Elizabeth. You have to be a big girl now, so tough it up. All to being a future queen. Even so, you’re 15 now, so you have to figure out how to get rid of that annoying habit of following me everywhere I go.” her mother sighed, acknowledging her paranoidness. She walked into the dressing room. Elizabeth waited by the door, watching as everyone else passed, bow to her, and leave. Elizabeth waited and waited, but her mother didn’t come out. She felt her paranoia build up, and was bubbling at the brim. She finally couldn’t take it anymore and knocked on the door. “Mother, you’ve been in there for a long time… Are you alright?” Elizabeth asked. No answer. She then attempted to open the door, panicking and fearing the worst. She took a hairpin from her fur and picked the lock, opening the door. Her eyes widened in shock, as there lay the corpse of her mother, furless and bloody. An eye missing, as well as some nails and fingers, and even a bloody jaw. There was an awful gag in her mouth, which was bloody as well. The stench of blood burned in Elizabeth’s nose as she shrank… wait she actually shrank!? Elizabeth looked at her body. It appeared that she became an anthro instead of a centaur… tears streamed down her fluffy freckled cheeks. She slammed the door, covering her mouth. She felt her breathing going uneven and fast. Centaur royalty could turn into anthros, but no one knew that except the royals and their staff. Elizabeth herself knew about this, of course, but she didn’t think it would be like this. Not only that, but if a centaur saw her she would surely- “HEY! Who are you and why are you in the rich section?” demanded a familiar voice. Elizabeth turned around. It was the store clerk! He looked absolutely upset and enraged at her presence. “I-I-” Elizabeth stuttered. The store clerk cut her off. “GET OUT!” he screeched. He grabbed Elizabeth by the arm and dragged her out. “I-I, I’m the queen’s daughter! Not- I-” Elizabeth was cut off once more. “Last time I saw the royal majesty’s daughter, she was a centaur, not a filthy anthro!” the clerk growled. He threw her in front of the store, landing her on her stomach. Elizabeth stood up, dusting herself off. Many centaurs hated anthros, often calling them “filthy humanoids” or horrible things and slurs. Elizabeth looked around and started to leave, rubbing her arms that had slightly bled from the impact. Suddenly, she looked down, hearing the ringing of a bell. She quickly realized it was her mother’s bell collar, which seemed to have appeared around her neck. Elizabeth sighed, thinking she might have subconsciously grabbed her mother’s necklace, which would have been hung on the side, before she slammed the door. She kept walking. As she continued, centaurs sneered at her, some boys pointing and chanting “Short tail, short tail!” and when she cried, they’d call her a crybaby. They would run over to her and grab her short bobtail, yanking it and making her yelp in surprise. Eventually, she managed to leave, arriving at a small garden with two tall buildings next to it. A small orangetear poked their small head out of a flower. Orangetears were small, gentle creatures that no human knew about, and were rare to find in civilizations. “Hey! You! What’s ya’ name?” said the small, curly haired creature. She had red roots and orange, tan, and brown hair, and wore a mint green and coral red, with some yellow, circus costume. It appeared she performed in the circus. “E-Elizabeth.” Elizabeth said cautiously. “Cute name! I’m Gumdrop! Where’s ya’ parents?” Gumdrop inquired, flying up to Elizabeth.