Kristoph stood alone in his cell, and evil smile worked on the edge of his lips as he stared at the demons face etched into the back on his hand. It had been a long time since he got this mark. And now he wanted his revenge. He took his golden letter opener and ran his thumb over the etchings on the handle. Covered in a gothic skull and bones pattern, this was what sealed the deal. He held the blade firmly in his left hand before trailing the blade from the tip of his middle finger to the bottom of his right palm. He smeared a pentagram on the wall and inside each outer triangle a small symbol while chanting a ritual he had remembered since when he first started out as a lawyer.

"Zito ap tin ypiresia tou Kyriou ton vasanistirion."

I request the service of the Lord of Torture

"Borei na sas parei to aima enos ypallilou sas kai na to chrisimopoiisete gia na xekleidosete tis portes sti fylaki sas."

'May you take the blood of one of your servants and use it to unlock the doors to your prison.'

"Katastrepsei oti aftos me ti seria tous na ginei afto pou den echei tin eftychia se afton ton kosmo."

'Destroy the one who has defeated me, and in turn he destroy those who he cherishes.'

"Mechri na ginei afto pou den echei tin eftychia se afton ton kosmo."

'Until he becomes that which has no happiness in this world.'

"Borei na echei ginei ena teras pou echei apokleistiko skopo na skotosoun gia tin plirosi kenon kardia tou."

'May he become a monster who seeks only to kill to fill his empty heart.'

"Alla kanei tin proti praxi tou tis amartias einai aftos pou agapa, na tous ypoferoun ta cheirotera sta cheria tou."

'But make his first act of sin be of the one that he loves, make them suffer the worst at his hands.'

After each phrase one of the symbols glowed a ghostly white. When all of them were glowing Kristoph twirled the letter opener in his hand before stabbing himself in his chest. He laughed manically before he fell onto the wall. There was a flash and the pentagram was gone, Kristoph was dead.

Apollo hissed as he woke up, it was the middle of the night and he was snuggled up in bed with Ema at her sister's Lana home. The back of his neck was burning for a few seconds, the pain then disappeared. He checked the time on his watch which was on the bedside table. 3 a.m. In a few hours he would leave, Ema and Apollo didn't want anyone finding out about what they did. They were just friends with benefits, two people taking care of an itch.

"Apollo, you awake?" Ema asked as she rubbed her eyes. "Lana doesn't wake up til six, don't worry. I know her better then she knows herself."

"Its not that, just something else." he said as he felt a prickling at the back of his neck. "Am I a good friend?"

"Apollo you're the best friend, why would you ask that?" she asked as she slapped his chest playfully. "Is something wrong?"

"No, I just think we should do a little more."

"Mmm, I hear that." she whispered before she cupped him. "Ready for Round Seven?"

"Easy, I still have the friction burns from Round Four."

"Phooey. Well if you're sure that's all, good night. You wanna sleep for a few hours or do you wanna go now?"

"I think I'll go, Trucy sleepwalks and if she woke up in my room and I'm not there she'd have a fit." He got out of bed and began pulling on his clothes.

"See you tomorrow, your place right?"

"Yeah, my place. See you later darling."

He climbed out of the window and dropped onto a parked van before climbing down that. He walked down the lonely streets, not a whisper. Even the rabid dogs were taking a night off tonight. He made it down the road before cursing. He shouldn't have said that, now she might get the wrong idea and either want commitment or break it off with him. He sighed before making his way back home. He walked past a poster of Klavier before he felt a sharp prick at the back of his neck. Thinking he had been stung by an insect he rubbed his neck, no bug, no mark no nothing. Although his neck did feel a little rougher than normal. He dismissed it before making his way back home, slowly he nodded off.

Apollo yawned back into his in his office chair, Ema sat on his lap and kissing his cheek. He smiled at her before his vision turned red, he felt his body moving on it's own as he rose and Ema fell on the floor. He raised his hand, now a ghostly white claw with four long sharp finger and dug ut into Ema's chest. The moment he felt blood Apollo woke up, he turned on a bedside lamp and made sure he was no longer seeing red. He frantically checked his fingers before sighing. That was one hell of a bad dream.

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