Deal With The Devil

 

‘Mmm this bed is sooo soft’ that was the first thought as I woke up disorientated. Then I took a quick look around me and realised this was far from home. I was in a room that was completely black and a rich blood red. Don’t get me wrong I love the colours but it was not my room. There was a huge bookshelf that covered one of the massive walls. It was stocked with so many books. On one of the other walls there was a small study desk with a silver desk lamp and what looked like a small stack of writing books but on closer inspection were small journals and sketch pads. Also along that wall was a small red love seat. On the third wall was the bed that I was on and a black bed-side table, along the wall was a huge mahogany wardrobe.

After my inspection of the place I tried to remember where I was and all the horrible memories came rushing back to me. The run, the push, the devil. I let out a huge gasp and loud back down on the bed thinking about that whole night. The night I made the biggest mistake of my life. As I was pondering this the door was opened and a girl about 24 came in wearing one of those old fashioned maid outfits. Drawn out of my daydream I looked at her curiously. “Who are you?” I questioned the girl. She looked up at me quickly then looked back down. “Hello?” I tried again. Still no answer, it was infuriating.

I just gave up calling for her after five minutes so I just walked up to her. As I was about to reach out to touch her she just disappeared. I quickly turned around looking for the mysterious maid. When I spotted her she was at the door, ten meters away. I just stood there and gaped at her. “How…when...What?” I questioned. What she just did was impossible. She just grinned at me evilly and stated “the master wants to see you in the study room” I gapped at her and tried to ask where to go but she cut in as if reading my mind “down the hall seventh door on the left”. She left after that and I just sat there thinking about everything. Should I go? Or should I stay here and try to find a way to escape. I decided for the safer option and stood up to go and see him. I was about to leave when I noticed what I was wearing. Instead of my track pants and my tank top and hoodie I was now wearing just a big tee and what appeared to be nothing but was actually a pair of short shorts.

I hoped that one of the maids changed me and that he did not. I decided that I was definitely not wearing this so I looked around the room and headed towards the big wardrobe. In there I found track pants and decided just to keep the tee. Heading out just in my bare feet I looked for the seventh door, when I found it before opening it I took a deep breath and mentally prepared myself for the meeting with the Devil. As I was about to knock on the door I heard a deep voice say “enter”. Spooked out I twisted the knob and found it unlocked.

When I thought I had prepared myself for this I was wrong. He looked so much different than from yesterday or whenever it was. I couldn’t really remember him from the night before because it had all been so confusing and I wasn’t really noticing a lot around me. Satan was not all red and horned with the red tail as the stories had portrayed him he was actually very similar to a human except for the unearthly feeling about him and the fact that no human could look like him.

He had dark silky hair that was as dark as midnight. It fell around his face and looked as if had it been any longer would be in his eyes and probably annoy him. Now his eyes were a different matter, they were as dark as a bottomless pit and looked as if I could get lost in them and never find my way out. When I drew my eyes away from hisI noticed the rest of his face it was flawless and has that roughness of a grown teenage boy. When my eyes trailed down the rest of his body I saw that he was wearing a pair of simple black skinny jeans and a black tee that fitted his body perfectly. I could see through his tee that he was muscly but not to buff like those gym nuts that look like there on steroids.On his feet was just a plain pair of black and white checked converse. Although he was hot he had this whole dangerous vibe coming of him that just screamed ‘STAY AWAY’. All in all Satan was pretty hot. I caught myself looking at his chest again and blushed and looked back up to his face.

I could see that he was smirking at me and when he could see that he had caught my attention he gestured to a

seat that was around a long mahogany table.I cautiously took a seat keeping my eyes on him, come on he was the devil after all he knows how much people he has tortured and killed. As I sat down I saw a look of amusement flash across his face before the arrogant smirk came back. “Well I suppose you want to know why you’re here, what do I want from you blah blah blah” he said while slowly advancing on me. When I merely nodded he stooped low so that he was at my level and leaned into my ear whispering “well I guess we better tell you than shall we?”I shivered from his closeness and he pulled back smirking again winking at me.

I sat there speechless. “Well do you want to know or not?” he asked sounding a little impatient now. “Y...Yes” I stuttered out finally and he sighed as if relieved. “Fine then I guess I better sit down cause this is gonna take a while” as he sat down he smiled at me and chuckled at my look of disbelief. He just motioned for me to come over to him and I decided to go over to him considering I was in his territory and he was the king. He motioned for me to sit on his lap and I looked at him hesitantly not really wanting to sit there at all. He looked at me impatient again and grabbed my wrist anddragged me to him. I let out a squeak of protest but again he won. “Know that isn’t so bad is it?” he whispered into my ear, all the while shivers were running up and down my back. “N…No sir” I admitted defeated. He chuckled into my hand and whispered “my dear Melissa why such a glum face?” he questioned. I decided to go for the honest answer and mumbled out “well you see I just murdered someone last night and now I am in hell with an extremely cocky Satan who wants something from me and I don’t know what it is not to mention the fact that I am worried about my family and have no idea what is going on”.

When I was finished with my little rant I took a deep breath and heard him laugh at me “dear Melissa is that why you are so glum? Well don’t worry I will tell you why you are here in time and don’t worry about your family for I have compelled them so that it will be as if you were never in the mortal world so no one will miss you and as for the cocky Satan well I think someone that hot deserves to be a bit confident” I just rolled my eyes at that and relaxed a bit seeing as everything was ok up there. “So please remind me why I am here” I asked ready for the answer.

“Well you see Melissa you know me, you know this place, you have been here before to” confused at his answer I gestured for him to continue and so he did. “Melissa you are to be my new wife, and don’t fret this has all been decided for you before your were even born. If you have any questions you can ask me or your parents seeing as it was there decision" he smirked at me as he said that then added "oh and trust me"-he leaned in close to whisper in my ear "I want no part of this" he laughed at that and pushed me off his lap so I fell. After straitening myself out I thought.

'why me?', 'what did my parents have to do with this?', 'was he lying?', 'how did this happen?', 'was this really decided for me before I was even born?' and ' why did he hate me?' These were just a few of the thoughts circling around my head, but the ones that stood out at the moment. I stumbled out of the room my head reeling from this information. I ran towards the room I was in earlier and my head starting to get lighter I turned around and saw Lucifer walking towards me. Everything seeming so loud I heard clear as day him saying to me "sleep Melissa for it will all be over soon and you will be gone from me" I looked into his eyes and saw a small flash of regret, but I must have imagined it because he held out a syringe and my eyes widened in fear. I hated needles, of any kind. He flew to me as I calapsed and said "don’t worry this sleeping serum will give you enough time to mull things over in your dreams dear wife" he said wife as if it was poison on his tounge.

I whimpered and cringed when he brought the needle to my arm and let out a cry as he roughly shoved it in my arm. I glared at him and tried to say something but the drug was already taking affect and slurring my words but I managed to get one thing out " please...don't" I saw that flash of regret I saw earlier but it was crushed down with a hardness that took over his features. I felt my self drifting and fought to stay awake but the darkness took me, the last thing I saw was Satan's hard face

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Kloverfield]

This is pretty good, too, but it is really difficult to read, and really intimidating to read since it is a massive wall of text without clear paragraphs. Formatting is your friend. Learn to make your work readable and pretty to read and you'll get more people reading it. Right now, I'm working through 100+ read requests so making stuff look good and draw people in is really important. No matter how good your stuff is, if it doesn't look like it would be fun to read, most people aren't going to read it.

[Coyote Poetry]

The chapter was very good. You gave enough to keep the reader interesting. This type of story need to be slow and easy for the reader to grasp and understand. A hard decision for the young girl. Deals with the Devil are never in your advantage. A very strong ending to a excellent chapter.
Coyote