The Catch
Chapter 1.
Her hair flowed around her softly prickling her face as she rolled over onto her side. She purred lightly, and the warmth of the room drifted over her body like a cloud.
"So this is hell," she murmured, closing her eyes once more and letting her muscles relax. She rolled back onto her back, a slim porcelain arm falling off of the rocks she had been lying on, and dangled towards the dirt floor.
The flames around her licked at her gently. The temperature was strangely perfect, allowing herself the getaway she had once just imagined. Opening her eyes, she blinked softly at the billowing clouds above her head. The sky was smokey, and gave the room a hazy tint to it.
Hell was small, she thought to herself as she raised her knees, letting her bare feet feel the smooth rock beneath them. It was a rather simple room, as there were only mountains of rocks inside it. It wasn't nearly a room though, with the sky and ground visible. It puzzled her.
But thankfully it was still less complex than life had been. She arched her back, allowing herself to sit slightly, resting on her elbows. Hell was quite lovely.
Opening her eyes though, she was greeted with an even more welcoming sight. A man sat in front of her, shirtless. He wasn't flexing, although his body was very lean and muscular. His skin glistened with sweat from the heat. He blinked at her, as if first clearing his vision.
His eyes were a stunning shade of blue, the kind that poured right through your body, into your heart. They were icy though, like his deamoner. His brown hair was ruffled about and unruly, part's of it straight, and parts of it curling upwards, against the heat of the flames.
It was a wonder this heat didn't melt the ice man.
The girl blushed, realizing she was still wearing the skimpy red dress she had died in. She cocked her head at the man before her. He looked deathly familiar.
He continued to stare at her, as he reached out softly. She shrank back though, as his ice cold hand brushed the side of her face. There was something haunting about him, and she desperately wanted to escape his touch.
"You felt that?" he whispered. The girl raised a hand to her own face, her graceful hand meeting the place he had touched. She nodded slowly. He looked at her for several moments longer, before glancing down, shaking his head.
"My hell was to be alone," he said simply, his eyes locked on the rock beneath the pair. The girl frowned, still unwilling to open her soul to this stranger.
She blinked, as she held her breath a moment, preparing to speak. "What does an angel do, to deserve an eternity in hell?" she asked in a whisper.
He ruffled his hair a bit more, debating her answer. "An angel?" he asked finally.
The girl nodded, her body frozen to the spot next to the beautiful stranger. He frowned, and let his eyes met hers. "Everything," he whispered.
He wished to death at this moment he could choke on his words. He had spent every moment of his life trying to get to hell. Once he got here, he'd spent every second wishing like hell he could get those moments back.
The girl nodded, a small smile playing across her lips. Curiosity had stricken her.