I'm running. Running after a girl i don't know. Her back was clad in a black jacket covered in stars, coattails fluttering like flock of birds. Long black hair in two parallel clumps (pigtails?) whirled behind her. Temptingly out of reach. I yelled a name i didn't know. And just kept running. Still she didn't stop. In fact, i think she just ran faster. Great, good to know i'm still not good with girls. 18 and never been kissed. I still chased her though. Why? I don't know. I just knew one thing.
I couldn't let her go.
But of course, i did. We ran and ran. And eventually she just turned into this beautiful white bird and left me on the ground. I reached up. I tried to beg her to take me with her, but she didn't hear me. She was flying. Higher than the clouds. Higher than the sun. Higher than God. I wanted to cry, but at the same time i wanted to cheer her on. She left me. She left me here, on the ground. But look at her! She's beautiful! She's flying! She's happy!
And who am i to get in the way of that?
But maybe it would've been better if i had gotten in her way. Maybe it would've been better of i gabbed her and never let her go. Ya know why? Because she fell. She fell to the ground with such pain, such fury...i didn't even need to check.
Then i woke up. Not in my bed. Oh no, my mind, both demon and human, had something else planned for me. I woke up laying down in a flower field. Much more beautiful and fuller than any of Shiemi's. Even though the field only had one type of flower. A strange flower i've never seen before except in this dream. It was a funnel lily-ish shape, the part of the petals on the outside were black while the parts inside were this insanely bright blue. All on top a thin, coal-black stem. Geez.
How times do i have this dream?
How many times do i have to see that girl die? How many times do i have to feel that i-could've-done-something! feeling? How many time do i have to see these stupid flowers? I look up from said flowers. Well, at least the stars where different. And they were. Who knew stars could be so many different colors and sizes? Orange, Pink, Green, Blue, Purple, and Red little and huge dots littered the sky, ribbons of stardust in the same sort of colors danced between them. It was always different every time i have this dream. I could've stared at this sky for hours and still find something new. Suddenly my skin prickles. Shocked, i look around to see what might've caused it. Only to come face-to-face with the scariest Demon i've ever seen.
And coming from the guy who faced the Devil himself, that's sayin' a lot.
It was huge, 8 feet tall at least, and darker, blacker than anything i've ever seen. It looked like some sort of dragon. It's tall, smooth horns above it's ears only added to the Demon's height. The horns curved behind its head only to curl up at the end as if ready to impale me. With a bunch of little spikes or quills covering the back of its head. The head holding those horns was triangular, almost like a cat's. The neck supporting that head was thin, short, but muscular. Though i couldn't see it's teeth, i didn't want to take my chances and have my head bitten off. But those claws could definitely kill. Short, sharp, and black. It's arms and legs were actually pretty long and thin, but i could see the muscles rippling. The rest of the body was skinny, but strong. Its tail and eyes were….
weirdly similar to mine.
The tail was long and whip-like, but still looked like it could snap me like a toothpick. The eyes were bright blue and slated like mine. But at least the Demon's eyes looked more like a reptile's. While it's wings were like a bat's, with sharp horns at the points. The wings were longer than the Demon's actual body. And the weirdest part? It didn't have scales or anything like that. It was covered in soft black fur. So here this gigantic Demon was. Taller than a tank and wider than train. Not to mention scary as hell. This never happened. I've never seen this Demon before in my dreams. But in a strange, vague way...
I feel like i know this Demon.
The Demon moved toward me. Moving lightly, gracefully for something so huge. When it came within a yard of me, i was seriously attempting not to piss my pants. I tried to stand without shacking, as it bent it's great neck so we could see eye to eye. What i saw in the Demon's eyes shocked me. I saw sadness. A deep, guilty sadness. The kind of sadness that comes from not protecting the ones closest to you. The worst possible sadness.
I should know.
" You have grown." My eyes widened as i fell back on my butt in shock. Holy sh*t! T-This Demon was talking! Not the little demon-speak Kuro talks in, but actual full-fledged English! Moving its mouth and everything! I just looked up, gaping like a fish. What?!
" You have become much stronger Young Master." I got a really good look at the demons teeth when he spoke. Yeah, not pissing this guy off any time soon. The Demon's voice was deep, but not that much deeper from mine. It….sounded a lot….like me to.
" W-Who are you?" I stutter, staring at the giant-a*s Demon. The Demon sighed, as if the question saddened him.
" I'm that little voice in your head whenever you draw your sword Young Master." He said quietly, purposefully. My eyes widened as i scrambled to get up.
" What?! You mean you're the one wh-"
" Who tells you how to fight, yes. That is me." The Demon said nodding nobly. I couldn't believe it. This huge, scary Demon saved me. Not once, but every time i use Kurikara. What? You guys actually thought i knew how to use a sword from the start? All i did was follow the one voice in the farthest reaches of my mind. That voice, this Demon is the only reason i'm alive now.
" Thank you." And i meant it. I owe this Demon so much. I don't know ho-The Demon's eyes turn cold.
" I did not do it for you Young Master. I did it for my Queen." Okay, now i'm confused. But before i can ask the Demon what he means by 'Queen', he turns and begins to walk away. Tail whipping behind him like a flag. In my dream! That's it. Definitely no more frozen pizza before bed. I chase after him, but he's always a half-mile ahead of me.
" Hey! Hey wait! Who's your Queen?" I shout, hoping my voice carries up to that tall head. The Demon looks over his shoulder, or over his great wings i should say, hardly turning his head, so the image of one bright, burning blue eye burns though my mind.
" My Queen is a woman whose sadness and beauty knows no equal. Remember that Young Master."
" Wait! What do i call you?! Hey!"
" You will call me what my Queen did. For that is the only name i have. You will call me Night."
Then i woke up.
For real this time.
I simply stare at the small girl in the hospital bed. Sleeping on her side, with long black eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings on her smooth, white cheeks. I watch as her relaxed breathing kept stirring a small strand of hair in front of her face. I, once again, remind myself to thank Dr. Myra for retying this girl's pigtails. Still, the second i mentioned this girl's breathing…my eyes were caught by her lips.
I was right in guessing that they'd be a lovely shade of pink. The color of pink roses to be exact. A lovely, tempting shade really. God, is every girl like this when they sleep? As tempting and innocently seductive as the girl sleeping before me? God. Then, mercifully, Dr. Myra pulled back the wall of curtains that separated us from the rest of the private room.
Allow me to shed a little light on the situation. After this girl collapsed against that tree in Russia, i……well….i couldn't bring myself to kill her. So what do i do? I break every Exorcist rule in the book and take the Demon with me. She was surprisingly light. Then, under the guise that she was wounded by a Demon, i brought her here to the only Exorcist doctor i knew i could trust. Dr. Juana Myra.
" She's still sleeping?" Dr. Myra asked as she walked over to the girl, checking her vitals and such. I sigh and rub my face tiredly. Imagine being a hormonal teenage boy and having a beautiful girl in front of you all night long, destroying the very edges of your sanity. God. No wonder i'm so tired.
" Yes, but i thought you said she was supposed to wake up hours ago?" I ask, glancing at Dr. Myra. She looks as tired and cheerful as ever though. Especially considering how early in the morning it was. Purple hair in a messy bun, white lab coat, tight black shirt, beige pencil skirt, black flats, tiny gold cross around her neck, an overfilled clipboard in her arms, warm red-brown eyes with bags underneath them, and worn out makeup. She looked awful, but still held a positive smile. She's also True Cross Academy's most beloved nurse durning school hours. But after school, during Cram School hours, she's one of the best Exorcist Doctors out there. I learned everything i knew from her.
" Uh-huh. But a tiny girl like her shouldn't be able to take that many hits," she murmured, looking over the papers on her clipboard again. I could feel her bandages, the ones covering the wounds I caused, glaring at me. My worry must've shown clearly on my face because Dr. Myra smiled. A youthful, teasing glint in her eye. " Ya know, you could just give the beautiful princess a kiss, and see if she wakes up Yuki."
I choked on my own spit.
" Doctor!" I cry out, not sure if its in outrage over the nickname or embarrassment over the thought of kissing the beautiful sleeping girl. Dr. Myra laughs, a happy, motherly laugh. While i precede to look at everything except the girl sleeping before me, Dr. Myra lightly sits on the bed and turns the girl toward her. Now laying on her back, the girl's dark hair spills everywhere like black ink.
" C'mon Yuki!"
" You know you want to!"
" Pretty please!"
" Do you think she's pretty at least?"
" Yes!" A silence overtakes us, as i fully realize what the heck i just said. Gaping like a fish and stuttering like an idiot, i try to come up with an excuse. But Dr. Myra just sits there and laughs, a fox-like smile on her face. However, the smile is soon wiped off her face as her eyebrows furrow. She reaches out and touches the girl's cheek. I stop acting like a fool and watch Dr. Myra focus on the girl's face. It annoyed me a little, how she was touching the girl so freely.
" Yukio, take her to Mephisto." Mr. Myra orders, letting go of the girl's cheek and standing up. My eyes widen. One word echoes throughout my mind at the mere thought of putting this tiny girl close to that Demon King.
" No." I say, clearly repeating what was in my head. Dr. Myra locks me in a stern gaze.
" Yukio Okumura! If what you told me is true and his girl is a Demon with Satan's flames, then Mephisto is the only one who can help her now."
" No buts! Her life is far more important than any issue you may have with Mephisto." The steely look in her eyes told me i wasn't going to win the argument. No matter what. I hung my head in defeat and stand.
" Are you going to take a stretcher or a wheelchair?"
" A wheelchair would be more helpful." Dr. Myra nods and precedes to exit the private room. But not before literally throwing one last comment over her shoulder.
" Just keep it PG until i get back Yuki!" For the second time that day...i choke on my own spit.
" Hey you never told me...what...what do you.....do you...want to be when you grow...up?" Who are you? Why are you laying, bloody in my arms? My younger self's arms? Why does my heart tear itself to pieces at the sight of you? You, the man with the blurry face? You, the tall man in black and white stripes? You, the man who used his last ounce of strength to bring his lips to mine?
Only to die before kissing me?
" You are my Queen! Act like it! Give me the order! And i will break you away from him." Suddenly, i want to cry. I want to cry so badly. Fire burns in my throat as i remember you. The most vague, cherished creature of my past. I want to reach out and embrace you! I want to cry with you! Why?! Why can't i reach you?! Don't you remember?! Our past? You, the man in stripes, and i?! We were 'happy,' weren't we? Weren't we? Or am i wrong? Is that why you left me? Oh why must this be so complicated? I only wish for someone to dry these tears! These tears that burn inside me like poison! You've always done that. You've always dried my tears.
I open my eyes. Darkness greets me. Cold, cruel, familiar darkness. I can't see. I'm blind. I could feel a cold, thick bar against my shoulder, supporting me. Supporting my weak body. Oh no. Please don't tell me i'm in that cage again! I shiver. In both cold and fear. The cold piercing my bare skin like needles, and fear pushing those needles deeper inside. My hair, untied and long, sprawled all over my scantily, thinly dressed body. Which should've provided some warmth. Yeah, 'should've'. My bare legs were numb, nearly frozen together with the floor. Why am i so humiliatingly dressed? Why are there light weights all over my body? I move slightly.
Chains. Oh no. No. No. No. No. No. No. I try to move more, but my body is numb, frozen with cold. I can't move. Oh what have i done to be damned in this cage? I can't even breathe out. How can you, when your very lungs are frozen? I want to cry. Yet i can't. I can't! Even my tears are frozen. My mind spins around. Twirling and whirling like the great ballgowns locked in my memory. Around and around me. Suffocating me. Someone. Anyone. Help me. Please. As i turn to ice, once again, and stare into my blind darkness...one name leaves my lips. Not painfully like a plea or scream. But gently...like a sigh. Like the gentle call of a lover. One name leaves my lips.
I dig my claws into my chair. What the heck is that....that scent? Rosemary, mint, and something heavenly. This.....is the.....scent of a....a....a Demoness? And a beautiful one at that! How'd one even cross over?! Oh no. I covered my mouth with a hot hand. Trying to steady my breathing. But no matter what i did, that scent still intoxicated me. I could feel my teeth sharpen to their own accord. My claws grew and sunk into my chair and face. Splinters and drops of blood quickly appeared. Water pooled in my mouth. Oh! That scent!
I attempt to rise from my desk, but that damn scent left me weak. I only succeeded in collapsing next to my desk, nearly knocking a tea table over in the process. Dammit! What is this? I'm the Demon King of Time and Space for goodness sake! I'm not going to go all weak just because a little Demon wench is in Assaih! Sucking in a deep breath, i force my body to move until i stood, supported by my desk. I quickly let my breath out. I trembled slightly as i realized the scent was getting stronger, closer.
But i'll be damned if i'll let a Demoness make a fool of me.
So i relax. Letting my teeth sharpen. Letting my claws grow. Letting water pool in my mouth. But once this Demon inside a human realized that there was no Demoness ready before it, the Demon, Demon King of Time and Space, quickly let the human appearance take over. I sighed in relief. That horribly wonderful scent was still getting closer, but at least i'd look human when the scent's owner comes.....jeez. Has it really been that long? Since i've smelled a Demoness? Let's just hope Amaimon doesn't get a hold of her. If he did...then...well....i'd have to clean up a whole lot of blood, and not to mention deal with rape. But if that's the case...
Would it really be better if i got a hold of her?
And lets not forget Rin and Yukio! Yukio might not have problems at first, but a Demoness, with this kind of seductive scent, will give him Hell eventually. He'll probably become quite possessive, while still maintaining his humanity, and that leads to all sorts of things doesn't it? And Rin! Oh my! Rin will be the most fun to watch! He'll be torn in two. The instinct of his Demon blood, or his drive towards his humanity? This Demoness could be the one who will finally force him to cho-
Huh, well speak of the Devil him-or should i say her-self! I quickly take a seat behind my desk. I call for the visitor to enter.
And promptly proceed to get hit by a truck.
I don't hate Mephisto. Rather, i hate the fact i can never tell what he's thinking. Not to mention his tendency to mess with people's lives as if their pieces on a chessboard. So technically, i don't really hate him.
But seeing him eye the tiny, sleeping girl on the wheelchair i rolled into his office……..honestly? Pissed me off. I guide the wheelchair next to the loveseat in front of his desk. I, however, neither moved the girl nor left her side. Mephisto eyed the girl the same way a hungry wolf eyes a baby lamb. Again, it pissed me off to no end. I understand she's lovely-espeacally in the short, white hospital-provided nightgown-, but it doesn't excuse that sort of look. Wanting to get this over with as soon as possible, i clear my throat loudly. Mephisto blinks and shakes his head slightly. Then proceeds to turn toward me, his all-to-familiar smirk on his face. A sickening feeling quickly takes hold of my gut.
" And to what do i owe this pleasure Okumura-sensei?" He asks, as if he didn't know himself. I step between the girl and Mephisto. Stop looking at her.
" I need your help Directior-san." I murmur, not quite meeting his eyes. Mephisto's smirk only grew.
" I'm sorry Okumura-sensei, i didn't catch that." Mephisto mused, clearly meaning the opposite. But for the sake of this girl, i had to be polite and resist the urge to throttle him.
" Director-san, i need you're help." I announce, louder. Mephisto's smirk immediately brightened.
" Well why didn't you say so in the first place?" I wanted to throttle him so badly then. " What do you need Mr. Teacher?"
" This girl ne-"
" What girl? I don't see any girl." He interrupted, suddenly smirk-less and innocent. My blood boiled then. Still, for this girl's sake, i stress my already thin patience, but not before letting out a tired sigh. Regretfully, i step away from the girl. Giving Mephisto a clear view of her. Suddenly there's a sort period of silence.
" Still can't see her Mr. Teacher." That little!
Oh crap. Oh crap. Oh crap.
Who would've thought? Who would've thought that that seductive scent belonged to her? Ivory skin. Thin arms. Strong, slender legs. Butterfly eyelashes. Long, uneven onyx hair. Who would've thought i would actually get to see her of all Demons?!
The Bloody Bird.
The Damned Demoness.
The Bride of Satan.
Who was she? Who was she you ask? This girl is the most valuable Demon in existence. Unbeknownst to Exorcists of course. Anyway, this little girl came into Gahennian rumors roughly 7 years ago. The rumors stated that this girl was kept for the sole purpose of living with Satan. Therefore, she was kept under maximum lock, key, and 12 Royal Knights. Not to mention constant monitoring. Again, they were only rumors. Mere mixtures of lies, speculation, and truth. However, even Satan himself couldn't completely hide his prize.
4 times a year, at the climax of every season, the Rex Festivals are held. The main event of each festival is a grand ball called Infernale Sit Amet (hellish dance), during which Satan himself has to throw open the doors of his castle, Arce Lux (castle light), to all of Gahenna. Then and only then is the Bride of Satan allowed to wander. Where she was.......noticed. So much so that Satan punished anyone who came too close to the girl. So much so that he publicly abused her for all of Gahenna to see. Again............most of this information is made up of millions of rumors. But here she is.
The so-called 'rumor.'
" Could you set her down on the loveseat?" I ask, easily hiding my thoughts. Yukio stared at me like i just asked him to sing " I'm a Barbie Girl" at the top of his lungs in the school court yard. As is carrying the girl to the couch was that insane.
" What?" He questioned, while still looking like an idiot, i might add. I repeat the request. And, to my surprise, Yukio blushes bright pink. Pink! Oh my, my, my! I eye the girl with even more interest.
This'll be fun.
I never wanted to kill a Demon King more in my life.
I mean, sure i carried her out of Russia. But she was unconscious, bleeding, and it only took a key to get from there to Dr. Myra. So that make quite the difference. The girl i saw last night.........she doesn't seems like the type of person who'd like to be carried. Oh no. She stood too proud to be someone who would let another carry her. Plus......having her......sleeping in my arms........was the last thing i needed right now. Especially, considering these lewd thoughts swarming in my head. Still. If Mephisto could help her...i had to do it.
"I'm waiting Mr. Teacher." Mephisto's voice caws, slapping me out of my thoughts. I bit my tongue. This is for her. This is for her. This is for her. This is for her. This is for her. This is for her. I chant that in my head like the many mantras i've memorized. I bend over her tiny figure, almost dwarfed in the large wheelchair.
"Excuse me." I whisper, trying, and failing, not to notice how my breath stirred her bangs. I slowly reach out my hand toward her. Strange. She seemed so untouchable now. So far away. As if.....i could touch her, feel her, but never, ever reach her. My hand meets her shoulder, in a strange kiss of skin. Her's far, far softer than mine. I swallow. Mouth dry, with what.....i'm sure you all know. I slide my hand, my unworthy hand, further and lower. Down her back. Smooth contours and silky skin crashed onto my calloused hands like a tidal wave. She, her skin, felt cool. Like a window of glass. As if you could see paradise, but never reach it. Paradise. I swear. I swear it lies just behind her nightgown, just behind her bandages.
My hand rests on her lower back. Literally burning to go lower. I bit my tongue harder, not able to remember when i let it go. Steadily, i prop her forward. Our foreheads nearly touching. Our breaths entwining. Cool, even cooler than her skin, air ran leisurely around the space above my lips.
How very tempting.
Not looking away from her lips. So seductively out of my reach. My free left hand lowers to her knees. Her thin little knees. Which lead up to slender thighs. Thighs that could easily fit in my hands. Thighs that simply begged to be pulled apart and-
WHAT THE HELL AM I THINKING?!
I stare at my hand in shock. Hovering, but still to close, to her thighs. What.....the.....hell? What's going on with me? This girl........what is she doing to me?
Oh God. There goes my heart again. It's just trying to kill me isn't it? I squeeze my eyes shut. Momentarily blocking out the.......scene in front of me. Breathe Yukio. Breathe, I chant. But still those......suggestive thoughts refused to leave me. Eventually one thought surfaces from the others.
And just like that, i pick her up. As i said earlier, she's really light. Almost inhumanly so. Still.....she looked so normal. Slender and smooth like a porcelain doll. Only sharp in the right places like a doll to. Her skin was something to be admired as well. Pale like fallen snow. Soft like flower petals. Holding her back and knees, i carry her a few feet to Mephisto's strangely-colored purple couch. All while being surrounded in mint, rosemary, and something.............something utterly wonderful.
There goes the heart again! Biting back a pang of annoyance, I, ever so gently, set the tiny girl on the couch. Her willowy upper body propped up slightly by the loveseat's curve. I swallow. Though my throat stubborning remained dry. Was.......was this really her doing?
The girl's light moan filled the suddenly silent room.
I want her.
I want her right here, right now. Screaming, thrashing. Just under me! Forget that half-breed, just give me her! Oh, let me have that sound again. Again and again. Let me have it! Let me hear the Tiny Bird's voice again! Let me hear it. Let me have it.......
Screaming my name.
A low, almost inaudible growl escapes me as my chair splinters once more. I eye the girl, practically burning the nightgown away with my eyes. Her scent choking my office. My tongue ran across dry lips.
I want her so badly.
"Mephisto..." My eyes snap to Yukio in surprise. He said my name with such informality and, i couldn't help but smirk, such malice. Like a wolf protecting it's kill.
Or it's Mate.
Jealously and excitement flooded my veins. Oh my, my, my. Does this boy honestly think he's a match for me? Oh how hilarious! Alright. Alright. Think what you what boy, it'll be more fun that way. Especially if you're going to look that annoyed! I take a minute, smirk never wavering, to compose myself. Standing up, i walk towards the Demoness. Who now lies on her side, one pesky strap of her nightgown resting on her shoulder. Oh my. It'd be child's play to rip the whole gown off. And once it was......
Then the real fun would start.
I loom over her. My shadow nearly covering her whole. The sight of it sent a jolt of excitement through me. Lovely. Very, very lovely.
"Such a pretty thing." I breathe, softly enough to be awed, but loud enough to piss Yukio off. Speaking of the little boy, i flick my eyes over to him. Only to find him trembling. In what.....i couldn't tell.
"Mephisto, please, Dr. Myra said she should've woken up hours ago." He...i can't believe it.....begs. Eyes sincere and worried. I really tried to keep the surprise off my face. This little Demoness turned Yukio Okumura into this? I narrow my eyes at the girl. Ara, ara.
What a dangerous woman.
I smirk, walking back to my desk. After sitting down, i gaze at Yukio. Trying to gauge his actions. Sadly, i didn't get anything. Nothing besides the worry he felt for the Demoness. Who i'm growing more and more interested in.
"Sorry Mr. Teacher, but i can't guarantee that i'll be able to treat her in a gentlemanly fashion." I snicker, keeping my eyes on Yukio. Anger flashes in his eyes. The warning spark of a bomb.
"Mephisto, she isn't normal!" He shouts, oh my, little Yukio is just full of surprises today! I smirk, feigning confusion.
"What do you mean? She looks perfectly normal to me~" I purr, eyes flickering to the delicious little creature before me. But not before noticing just how hard Yukio was gritting his teeth. Silly boy. Never start fights you can't win.
"She had flames! Blue flames! White flames!" He hissed, patience clearly wearing far too thin. Oh poo......i wanted to punish him a bit more.
"Well that's perfectly normal. She is a Demoness after all."
Now it was his turn to get hit by a truck.
I felt like i just got hit with a truck.
What? I never hear-i mean-there have been theories bu-how? I stare at the girl. Exorcists know all Demons can't be male, but.........females have never been proven. So why? Why?
Why is she one?
"Now don't faint on me boy. Sit down." Mephisto ordered, gesturing to a chair off to the right of the loveseat. I practically fall on it. My eyes glued on the girl. The tiny girl.
The Demon Girl.
"You look like a lost little lamb Sensei." Mephisto caws, highly amused. Until this very moment.......an Exorcist has never once come in to contact with a female Demon. Demon. That world.......that one word that can sum up an existence......does it suit her? The image of her flashed through my head. Bleeding, panting at the foot of a tree. Drenched in rain. And sad.
"It doesn't suit her....."
"Hm? Oh sorry Sensei, i couldn-"
"It doesn't suit her!" I shout, staring even harder at the girl. A Demon couldn't be that sad. A Demon couldn't be that beautiful. A Demon just couldn't.
"Ah! I see," Mephisto nods, as if her figured out something great. "Well i guess i owe you an explanation Mr.Teacher."
"Can i hope for one?" I hiss at the Demon King. He's done nothing but irritate me and throw perverse glances at the girl the entire time i've been here! I wish i never listen to Dr. Myra.
"Testy, testy. And just for that......you only get to ask 3 questions Sensei." Mephisto clicks his tongue and waves a finger hauntingly at me. It took all my willpower not to shoot him dead on the spot. But my curiosity won out over my bloodlust.
"Who is she?" I ask, not wanting to refer to her as 'the girl' anymore. Mephisto pauses....as if its a hard question to answer.
"She......She is Demoness. A female Demon."
"I know tha-"
" Let me finish!" Mephisto snaps, eyes severe. After another period of silence, he continues.
"A female Demon heals much, much more slowly than a male Demon. But when they heal, no scars mar their skin. Female Demons are also far faster and agile than male Demons." I felt sick when he mentioned how slowly Demonesses heal. My brain even tried to console me. Saying that when she did heal, there would be no proof. Stupid brain.
"But in terms of names........i've heard about a wandering, pale skinned Demoness. One that goes by the name 'Black Rock Shooter'." My brows furrowed. That's her name? I.....expected something.....different. Mephisto chuckles, his gaze on the girl no longer perverse. But........almost..............gentle. My gut twisted painfully.
"It actually means 'hope' in Gahennian. If read the right way, that is." Hope? Now that suited her. I glance at the sleeping gir-i mean Rock-san. That suited her very nicely.
"If read backwards......" Mephisto smirks, eyes growing lewd once more. "It means 'temptress'."
"Wh-why does she have b-blue flames?!" I didn't mean to stutter, but i couldn't help but think of how that name suited her too.
"Blue flames? Hmmm. Then she's definitely Black Rock Shooter. Anyway........to answer your question. She has blue flames because she was a prisoner of Satan for a large period of her life." Mephisto stated normally. My blood ran cold. Prisoner of Satan? I had a sudden urge to hide Rock-san..........hide her away.
"Why? Why did Satan want her?" I croak though i don't know why. Heh......guess there's a lot of things i don't know now. Why my voice is failing me. Why this girl is affecting me so much. Why Mephisto knows so much. How she came here.Why she come here. What the hell was that demon we fought. Why? How? God.
I only have 3 questions damn it!
"And that wraps up you're third question!" Mephisto announced happily, clapping his hands as if in celebration. Before i could protest he answers me. Yellow eyes boring into mine like drills.
"For the same reason we all want her Sensei."
This could be fun.
Honestly! I tap my claws rhythmically against by desk after Yukio practically kidnapped Rock-chan away from me. Anyway, just think about it. Having a Demoness close has its...........privileges
. Especially a Demoness as infamous as her. Satan was probably losing his mind looking for the Tiny Bird. Which meant she could be a good bargaining chip. Her pretty little face for my freedom. A ransom, my freedom or the girl. Or.....................the image of her screaming my name and rocking underneath me fills my head..............and louder, rougher growl escapes me.
She could be a wonderful little plaything.
Yes....that's it. I'll just claim her for myself. No other male will have her. Mark her bloody and bruised till her body practically has my name on it. Goodness! I licked my dry lips. Having her skin laid bear in my hands. Eyes half-lidded, beckoning me. Thin ankles thrown over my shoulder. Soft skin hot under my tongue. And her open, wet mouth begging for me................sh*t. I snarl lightly as i look down.
I'll need a cold shower now.