Title: Devil's got a hold
Summary: The King of Hell will get what he wants. One shot. Dark.
Rating: M for safety
About the story: Klaus is in Lucifer/Satan's place. Just a random thought one-shot. Not quite sure how many will like this but thought to share it with you guys. No smut or any kind of abusive themes. Rating M for safety purpose.
Note: I don't own TVD or Klaroline or anyone. I don't mean to offend anyone's beliefs through this made up story. Everything I write is for fun and part of my imagination.
Sorry for mistakes, loop-holes. Please be kind and leave your comments at the end! =)
0o Devil's got a hold o0
Klaus (aka Satan, Devil) was one of the familiar names people would actually think of at least once in their life time. Some believe in him, some don't. They say he is the King of Hell, he can become our worst nightmare, he will lure humans to make pacts and many more. But most of us knew this: He feeds on our belief.
Anything, everything works in that way. Belief is like food, power for survival.
Klaus had never focused on humans that wouldn't believe him because according to him the real fun, real pleasure would be derived from people who believed in his existence, who were afraid of him. Always.
Not that he enjoyed tormenting them but their thoughts would amuse him. The way they define good and bad was something he would always smile at. Their thoughts were loud and clear to him. And he would always like to mess with such minds. People were like his specimen to perform experiments. Hence, no two humans will be facing similar situation. Mostly.
Unlike Klaus, luring people into his darkness and feeding on their soul, the demons he created would jump wherever they find light. Before, there was so much brightness and then everything he once knew changed. That is because the demons started to crave for more.
Klaus was pretty much aware of what they were doing. If he thinks they crossed certain limits, then he knew how to suppress his creations.
He, too, believed that there should be balance. But sometimes he liked to test his Father as well, who always put these humans in front of him and also suggested him to do the same. Klaus was loyal to his Father and loved him in a way he never loved humans. And the Lord didn't appreciate it.
That was well known story. Never had Klaus let go of his argument.
Also now, after these many years it really didn't matter.
He will do what he wants to do.
The King of Hell will get what he wants.
Walking in the streets that humans created was another of his pastimes. He hated one thing: The land once he knew was destroyed in many possible ways. Earth was the most beautiful creation according to him. He would say it was the marvelous gift from his Father to humans. He would always think that the imbecile creatures would never treasure what it truly holds.
Still his Father loves them, which was the situation Klaus would mock at.
Now he stopped at one of the busiest streets. Humans and their vehicles were truly making too much noise and Klaus wanted it to stop for once. People were passing through him unable to recognize his presence among them. Normal humans wouldn't have that ability to sense such energized presences. Unless the presence wanted identity it was impossible.
He didn't mind it anyway.
Then he moved further into the subway.
Klaus could feel it, the fading away light from the souls. A few of them had this bright aura about them which instantly gained his attention. Though, he didn't make any attempt to suck on to them right after. He simply ignored people whose aura was as dark as night. Moving on further, he spotted one.
This soul was glowing in its—own style, vibrating in its medium like anything. It was not unusual. Some people were made in that way. And Klaus was having a habit of observing such souls for a while before he took decision.
From a distance, this soul attracted him which meant he needs to stick with it for a while.
And he floated close to the brightest aura of that area.
The soul belongs to a girl. Well, he would say a woman. Merely, one piece of art, she was. Sparkling blue eyes and smile were assets to this beauty. Her soft golden wavy hair was spread across shoulders. She was giggling with a kid in her arms. Klaus found her sitting on one of the benches with another human—a man.
"You must go to school, Ryan." A melodious voice came out from the human vessel of that soul. It appeared pleasant. "Just one boy shouldn't suppose to be the reason for what you're saying." She admonished the baby boy softly.
"No, Auntie Care! The boy makes fun of me. I don't wanna go!" the little one whined shaking head vigorously.
Then the man beside her sighed tiredly. "See?" he raised brows at her. "He's so scared to even attend the school, Caroline." Looking at the boy, he barely let out a whisper. "I tried to convince him last night but—"
This woman's head quivered slightly and smiled at the boy, cupped his face with her hands. "Sweet one, no matter what you should definitely attend school today. If he told you are loser then prove him, prove yourself how strong you are." The boy didn't look convinced so she glanced at the man beside her and feigned hurt. "I thought Ryan is a tough boy, Jeremy."
Ryan blinked his baby doe eyes at his aunt. "I am!" he cried.
"Then you must go to school today," she cooed. "And focus on what teachers are saying, hmm?"
"What about Brad?" Ryan pouted at her, looking everything but composed.
"Face him like a brave little man you are." Caroline encouraged and shook his body for dramatic effect making the boy to smile in hesitation. "Will you? Will you?" Caroline touched the tip of his nose and repeated that question till she got a confident answer from that kid, Ryan.
After that she put him down and glanced at Jeremy. "Why you're not complaining to his teacher?" she whispered trying not to be audible for Ryan.
"I'm busy in searching for another job, Caroline." Jeremy sighed helpless. "Lost another one, you know."
Caroline nodded understandingly, "Yeah, I can understand. But he needs you, Jeremy." She glanced at the boy who was packing his bag and placing his things back from the bench. "Since April is not there to share your responsibility it is going to be hard for you. And even Elena is away." The blonde woman remarked. There a minute of silence before she checked her watch. "Make some time for him, can't you do that?" she questioned in stern tone. Jeremy nodded, embarrassed. "And bring this matter to his teacher's attention. Don't let it go." She then stood up and saw as a train was slowly arriving. "Ok, that's my train. Take care of you both, Jer. Tell me what happened, ok?"
After bidding quick good-bye Caroline got into the train just right before it departed. All while Klaus followed her. She managed to take one of the seats and put her bag on her lap.
After long time Klaus actually did this thing, following one particular human because the amount of light emitted from her, the strength of aura around her. It was obvious she was one of fighters, not the complainers.
Every human would be having certain amount of fighter in them. Depending on their situations they would use their fighter to deal with situation. A few would never fight back. They were the dullards, according to him.
Fighters—were intriguing species.
The more they sustain, the more Klaus would put them through. Just to know their limits.
Now this human was opted.
The woman frowned to herself and she glanced at her surroundings.
Klaus became alert trying to channel her emotions. She sensed something, something dangerous; her mind literally screamed that something was going in wrong way. Yet another part of her comforted her not to worry right after that.
Though, she strongly believed her surroundings were not good, were not—healthy.
It fascinated Klaus, that she actually sensed his presence.
A regular human couldn't possess such ability to detect energized presences. But she did.
Which meant—?
Klaus felt slightly irritated within a moment because he failed to go through her properly. He managed to track the information of the other humans with her back there. Jeremy and Ryan. Jeremy was her distant cousin and Ryan was his son. Klaus channeled further expecting to know more about Caroline. He could get her background, but none of it explained how she managed to gain his attention.
This was definitely a failure, for being unable to track her on the spot. And he hated it.
It only strengthened his will power to know about the condition. Why? She had this grace about her just like an angel—
Angel?
No she can't be. She is a human. But there could be a chance. Not like angels would be born to humans. Perhaps any angel might have transferred his/her grace to this human before death? Yes, maybe.
Klaus hovered as she got down the train still feeling inconvenient because of his presence around her. But he followed.
She then entered into a diner, walked into the kitchen. Klaus saw her speaking with fellow chefs as she wore apron on her plain skirt. The smile on her face despite her nervousness was something he noticed. He got frequencies of her emotions, and she was everything but calm.
His presence continuously made her anxious.
And so, he left the place. Immediately. Knowing he would find one way or another to learn things about her.
The human, Caroline, was tracked by his two of his demons. According to one, she was nothing special except for the light in her. Living a very normal life, staying alone in her tiny apartment which could be hardly called as home. The light she obtained was because of her positive vibes.
But the other one gave him the information he needed and ended the confusion that was caused earlier.
Of course, she was nothing normal.
As per the second and appropriate information, the soul this human possessed was so special that one of his demons was secretly feeding on the life source, almost from her childhood.
Hmm. Yet she managed to gleam such that her light actually attracted the Devil himself? It meant her soul would vibrate with never ending energy.
Klaus was not a fool to let go of her now.
Definitely not.
He decided to pay visit to her tiny, old apartment. By the time he reached it was dark, and he felt a demon's presence. He went into the bedroom and spotted the demon feeding on her energy. But once at all, he stopped because of Klaus.
For sure not as strong as Klaus.
"Klaus?" he gasped and stepped away from Caroline.
The Devil's glance momentarily fell upon the endless source of energy in front. The human, Caroline, slept in peace, unaware of anything that was going on within her proximity. She looked pleasant, with her lips in the form of pout in her sleep.
"Feeding yourself, I see." Klaus purred softly as he moved to the other side of her bed.
Klaus smelled fear in the air, as well he could say how much addicted this demon was. Lust.
When Klaus glanced back at his inferior questioningly, he got a reply. "Sir, this one has been my sustenance for her entire life."
"Still she managed to survive." Klaus pointed out looking down at Caroline. That was truly something because Klaus knew if a demon fed on the life-source at this rate, the human would be destroyed before now.
"Sir."
Klaus' lips bent into a smile when her aura began to glow more intensely.
"Does anyone else know about her?"
"Sir, no."
Once again silence fell around them. Not that Klaus really cared. He was completely absorbed while enjoying the effect she had upon him. There was no wonder why this demon kept her to himself.
Her grace—was the only reason?
Klaus had to explore more about it.
"Have you tried feeding when she is awake?"
"Sir—" the lesser one replied trying to keep hesitation out of his voice, "—once when she was an infant."
"And?"
"She started to cry immediately, and—" he paused but completed finally, "began to glow."
"I don't see any problem in that."
"That intensity caused trouble, sir. It almost weakened me."
Klaus squinted at her. She was exactly opposite of what he was. There was unlimited light in her and he was endlessly dark. And the common thing was—both were the sources. Pretty obvious, it was. She could sense their presences and defending herself.
Even the King of Hell didn't know what exactly she is. Not an angel. He also knew the power of an archangel, too.
Just like he decided, he would not let her go.
"Anything else?" Klaus asked calmly.
"Too much consumption might also be harmful, sir."
Klaus droned as he looked back at him. "Well, you are dismissed."
He didn't look pleased. "But sir, I haven't fed—"
"Find another source," Klaus enunciated every word slowly in a dangerous way. "She is mine." He muttered observing Caroline.
Even after that the demon didn't disappear. He must be really addicted to her, or he definitely forgot whom he was dealing with.
Klaus floated to him, and rose above the ground in the air. The black fog around the Devil strengthened which meant he was really—indeed very furious. Grinding his jaws, Klaus warned. "I said she is MINE!"
The mist, for once, flared in all directions and held the demon's neck. Klaus lifted him up in the air. His dark eyes turned into bright yellow orbs which reminded the demon of the fire, the pain, the torture back at Hell, their home. As he glowered down at his inferior, Klaus asked threateningly. "Do you want to be tortured for the rest of your existence?" He lifted a brow. "Even a single glance in her direction will make anyone of you to face my wrath. Understand?"
When the demon nodded determinedly, Klaus looked him in the eye. "Spread the news," he ordered, "that she is marked as mine. Will you?"
"Yes, sir."
"Good." The King of Hell buzzed and let go of him. Instantly he disappeared.
Klaus then slowly turned back to Caroline and discovered she was not alright. Nightmares were bothering her in sleep. He moved close to her side and dared to touch her forehead. Soon after that Caroline's frown dissolved. The skin—her skin was smooth and at once he felt the blood flow underneath it, the flesh, the bones, a fragile little beating heart, the soul and its freshness. Everything about her existence captivated him. Even though, he didn't have any exact, immediate plan to execute on her, he decided to have her.
Then he murmured softly. "Lets have some pleasant time, sweetheart." A bit of smile graced his evil angelic features.
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