Disclaimer: I own nothing. I just like to play with it.
Rating: M because while there's no real plan here, I always assume I'm gonna put sex in it somewhere. It's just who I am.
So, first let me take the moment and say… this isn't a original idea. I am totally borrowing it from Sandman. I might mention The Endless, I might not. I really don't know what I'm doing, but I'll figure it out when I get there. I just wanted to kidnap the devil. Fortunately for everyone, I don't live in an area that has basements 3
Story title because I drew a blank when I went to submit this and I guess it seems fitting.
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It was a trying time, something that he acknowledged was his own fault. He took a human life and his consequence was bearing down on him. His true face itched beneath his skin like an infected wound, throbbing as if it missed its place. Each time he felt the heat of it, the image of fear on her face danced in his mind and his fingers faltered at the keys.
He was seated at his piano in his penthouse, a tumbler of whiskey before him untouched for the most part. It had been a long day with a case that seemed painfully obvious with the culprit, but he was determined to not overstep these new boundaries that the detective had set for him. He had danced on the line with her before, but this was a time he didn't want to give her cause to push him out of her life.
It was a punishment he deserved, but couldn't bare.
It already felt strained between them, but she allowed him to keep working with him. Texting him when cases popped up, using him his skills when necessary. It just seemed hollow. Hollow in the memory of her lips against his, her hands on his face and the whisper of her breath mixing with his.
Just the reminder of another opportunity he had with her, missed once again. And all for what? Vengeance? Punishing Cain for killing Charlotte or for nearly robbing him of the detective?
The hollow ache in his chest just intensified, bleeding into the music he played. Linda had recommended that he play gently with Chloe, give her space and work within her willingness to accept.
"Chloe is a logical person," the doctor said carefully. "She believes what she sees and you just… you threw a wrecking ball through it. It's not just that you are the devil-"
"You didn't see the fear in her eyes," he interrupted. "You didn't see her terror. She was afraid of me. She hasn't looked me in the eye since," he raked his hands through his hair, trembling lightly.
"I didn't, but you have to understand that it's so much more than that," she started gently. "You made heaven and hell real. The reality of it is hard to digest. Just give her time to come to terms with it. She'll realize you are the same man that you've always been."
He had hope that it was true. But it didn't keep him from feeling the loss of what could have been. His fingers danced over the keys, playing the song with a little bit more morose. Likely the only reason the song came to mind.
'When you were here before, couldn't look you in the eye…'
The elevator's bell rang, signifying a visitor that cut off the lyrics. He waited for a beat, continuing the melody without words. He spared the opened doors a glance over one shoulder only to sigh with irritation. "Sorry, love," he kept playing as he spoke. "I'm not in the mood for fun tonight."
The girl was obviously a reveler from downstairs, dressed in a simple black seethe dress with black curls down to her shoulders. Likely, she thought herself to be the picture of temptation. Unfortunately, it took a little bit more than that to tempt the devil. But she didn't say a word. Just stood back, perhaps soaking up his magnificence as he went from one melody to another. He humored her, despite his words feeding off the attention.
The woman moved, the click of her heels giving him enough awareness that he needn't look in her direction to know she was approaching. She came to the piano, her blue eyes luminous but not shining in the same way his detective's did. The self-enforced dry spell he had been suffering from might be quenched with this one, he considered as he watched her open her clutch and rifle through its contents.
She pulled out a necklace, the bronze chain catching in the dim light his living room. She placed the pendant onto the glossy surface of the piano and he gave pause to inspect it. The gem shone red with an unfamiliar power, runes etched into its surface.
Confused, he looked up at the girl expecting some explanation. "This a gift?"
"Et accipere virtutem tuam," she spoke with a hardness that garnered his attention before her words took hold. "Omnes qui estis et quia mea sunt. In isto carcere, et posuit te. Et maneat in carcere." She presented a hand then a blade that seemed to shine with power, she cut it along the length of her palm and held the bloodied paw out over the necklace she'd presented him. Blood dripped onto the gem bringing it to life.
At first, he wanted to scoff, laugh at a mortal toying with something she didn't understand. Then he felt it, like something seizing in his lungs and pulling him taut. He gasped for breath, though air not a complete necessity to him it still bordered painful. His eyes flashed to life and he looked up to the luminous blue eyes of the woman before him. He couldn't breathe to give her an appropriate threat, but when he didn't see the fear in the eyes of this woman he felt like upping his ante. The devil face burned to the surface, fire lighting at his reddened skin as the power of hell seemed to warm him.
Still, he saw no fear.
The pain intensified then, drawing a choking noise from him. Then, inexplicably, his vision went black. He had the sensation of being sucked underwater. Consciousness left him with enough wherewithal to curse his father. Because this had to be his fault.
Notes:
My token effort at writing a spell. With Google translate in Latin. If you speak latin and notice some HORRIBLE grammar. Sorry. If you speak English and notice horrible grammar. Uh, sorry? Its on par with my coarse.
"I take your power. All that you are and all that you will be are mine. In this prison, I put you and in this prison you will stay."