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Was he the only one to experience in such a way?
Klaus was thrilled to move around the human vessel that started to attract his darkness from the beginning. Despite all the inconvenience he received from the light emitter, since he decided to put her through test, wanted to wait for the reaction.
She was terrified, sweating profusely, he felt it, in fact he felt everything as she approached him with a perturbed mind. He made sure he saw the darkness dwelling inside him. Well, certainly it did not surprise him, but the fact she chose to move close to someone as dangerous as him.
She was attracted to him.
Her light might repelled by his black mist, but the fragile human part of her could not say no to his charisma—evil and alluring.
A smirk brightened his face as the petite human vessel stood next to his table. Her breathing did not ease as every second passed by. He waited to see her response; for sure it was entertaining to see the way she managed to keep her spine straight in-spite of her situation.
"May I have your order?" she asked in that sweetest voice like he remembered. Her voice was barely clear from terror.
He remembered her name—Caroline—the one and only.
"I will have your special, Caroline."
"You know me?" she raised brows, taken back with him. When he plastered a known smile, blood left Caroline's face. It only intensified her emotion—fear. "Mister Niklaus? From Sunway Manor?"
The Devil was impressed, needless to say.
"More than a pretty face." He acknowledged, twitched mouth to the slightest before it curved up into smile.
The girl was trying hard to stay conscious, but Klaus, who wanted to test her strength, began to radiate at higher frequencies. Light was not fading from her body, though her mortal side could not withstand that much radiation.
At last, the King of Demons succeeded by knocking her out cold. Her body turned froze before she fainted.
But the surprising point was—to put her down, he had to channel what he possessed. Completely.
He channeled to his extreme for a fragile human and that weakened the Devil himself. A little, he told inwardly.
Still reality made him lose his triumphant smile.
Averting gaze from her insensible body on the ground, he looked around at the people who began to give their attention to the poor little server that passed out. He should not suppose to do it, but he did take her into his arms before others approached her. No, he did not like anyone near her, for he strongly believed that she was too precious to be handled by commoners.
Come on, she gained the Devil's interest after all. That wasn't usual, was it?
"I think you should call 911." A random soul suggested displaying his concern.
"Bring her in here, sir." An elder man walked out of kitchen and opened a door next to the kitchen.
Klaus did not want to look down at her face, because as much he liked to brush off the fact—the closeness was something that started to bother him from the very moment he touched her again this time, but still he could not help himself from stealing glance. The frown on her face did not vanish despite her condition.
He wondered how her body gave him a mixture of feelings to experience, as he gently laid on her couch.
The old man brought a glass of water while another person sprinkled droplets on her face and she distorted it.
Klaus slowly found place next to door and leaned against the wall with crossed arms as he witnessed all the feats done by her co-workers to bring her back to the world of living.
"Weakness." The old man, who must be Alfred, patted on Caroline's back as she sat up, rubbing her forehead trying to catch up with everything. Turning to Klaus, the grey haired shook his head, utterly annoyed. "That's the problem with today's women, sir. They want to be skinny and avoid food." Scowling down at Caroline, Alfred wiggled his index finger. "Then how do you get nutrition, young lady?"
"I did not—" A perplexed Caroline opened her mouth to answer, but she was not given any chance to finish her sentence.
The head-chef shoved a glass of banana juice into her face and reprimanded her to drink. "I won't tolerate this stupidity, Caroline. Eat and kick some ass to be fit. Alright?"
He slapped on her back once again, might have to say a little too hard that made her flinch, before he left.
"—but I had my lunch and evening snack as well." She muttered, frowning particularly at nowhere. And then she gulped with much difficulty because all over again she was strained, due to his presence in the same room or Klaus believed it was for the reason they were left alone.
He wished to reduce his intense emission but he could not. The light in her started to glow comparatively at higher levels that compelled his darkness to do the same. As if their opposite radiations were quarreling with each other. And that—he liked that; he enjoyed the noiseless fight.
It seemed like he stood in front of his equal.
Caroline met his evil, curious gaze from her glass of juice. Her sea-blue eyes were bold and sharp enough to slice one of his demons into two. Somehow that amused him.
"What do you want?" she asked him, her voice sounded firm.
A ghost of smile appeared on his face that caused her to tremble, of course in fear. "I was told that you turned down my offer."
"It meant I'm not interested and you should respect my choice." Caroline spoke, kept her voice free from all sort of negativity.
"Or I can improve my proposal." Klaus told, softly, earning a cautious look from her. "Because I can imagine only you in that position."
Caroline had a flicker of thoughts which clearly showed on her face. And then her bright blues filled with suspicion as she angled neck a little before she squinted at him. "There are other people who are more experienced than me. I'm sure they can fill that job role perfectly."
The Demon King unfolded his arms as a smile carved on his features. Though he moved around the room, as if he was inspecting every single detail about it, he maintained some distance, for he did not want to strain her too much on the same day, for he did not like to strain either. "You—" he paused, as he moved toward manager's table, as he placed fingertips on top of the wood, "—underestimate yourself then." His lips twisted as he said in an unimpressive tone that earned him a glare from Caroline. Well, he did stimulate her anger then? Good. "Don't be so annoyed Caroline." He let out a chuckle while she went back to her composed self. "I possessed clear intention: I want both of us to be profited equally."
Her bright gaze was too much to handle for the Devil that made him to look away momentarily. Somewhat that irritated him, for he felt like she was watching through him. Gathering himself as he tapped fingertips against wooden table, Klaus turned to look her in the eyes once again, when she said clearly in an unwavering tone. "It doesn't matter as long I work here or at your place."
"Oh, but it does, sweetheart," he purred. "It does, when your earning is quintupled."
Her posture straightened up, her eyes widened in astonishment immediately and that boosted the Devil's ego.
Well, that's how he would lure his victims into trap—by making an offer that would be too good to turn down.
And then he started to tap the wood in a rhythm, with his nails—that and her steady breathing were the only sounds he could hear pretty loud along with the vibrations of her abnormally beating heart. A mixture of emotions flashed across her face that left him content as he observed her under heavy lidded eyes.
He believed she would accept it, instead she asked him. "Why?" She did not mind her voice filled with confusion and utter surprise. "Why would you do that for someone who barely has proper experience?"
Because it is worth, were his unspoken words.
"You have something that received my attention at the very first moment, Caroline. Your potential." Klaus turned distant, as he took steps in her direction. He felt his greed taking over him, all of sudden, and he desired to stay close to the light which was glowing from her.
For a moment there, he wished to have all of her. All at once might have to add.
Before he knew, he stood merely a step away from the human girl. His darkening gaze flickered around her frame, to drink that attractive essence about her. Frozen, her entire body was, due to little gap between them.
"That was no ordinary, I must tell you." Klaus gulped a little, feeling alive after a long time, for some reasons. Strange but not uncomfortable to him, it was. Pulling himself together from that flow of thoughts, he stepped away when her vibes grew positively strong. For an instant there, Klaus was actually confused thinking how was it even possible.
Even for the Devil she was harmful, he understood it well.
"Think about it, Caroline." Half-smiling at her pale face, he took out a visiting card from an inside pocket of his trench-coat and passed it to her. Glancing between his face and the card that was in two of his fingers, for a moment, she took it, still being cautious. The smirk on his face developed to an extent as he felt her uncertainty. "Working at unrecognized places would not brighten career." He suggested before he turned to leave. He did not spare another glance as he said these final words while he walked out: "Certainly, you are a smart person, sweetheart."
Oh yes, he was doing it right. And he would wait to see what she was going to do.
It might take time but he was known to be patient.
At that moment, when he entered another busy street, his thoughts were impeded by a familiar air gush. That made him to look up at sky only to spot his brother—Elijah, an archangel.
The Demon King did not seem thrilled to deal with him now.
"What a pleasant surprise, brother." Klaus purred nonchalantly, as Elijah's long, feathered wings crippled to their original position, as he landed. Clearly, the archangel was not invisible unlike his casted-out brother. "Kissing humans' feet properly?" The Devil smirked, tilted head to his right. "Or else Father would be quite disappointed."
"Niklaus." Elijah addressed his brother using the name given by their father, his voice was firm and clear, like it would always be. His face was free from any feelings but Klaus could say he was slightly irritated, for obvious reasons. "You do not need to bother about my errands but yours. Speaking of which," Elijah's lips slightly widened, not into a smile though, "don't you have an entire realm to look after?"
"Back at you, Elijah," the evil brother chuckled softly. "I will do what I have to do."
The angel's perfectly chiseled face distorted when frowned a little before he kept out of expression. "What are you up to, Klaus?" he asked quietly.
Klaus, who strongly believed that his brother was doing what he always would do—overly reacting, inhaled slowly, deeply making some noise to display his irritation. "Oh dear brother, I'm trying to keep myself amused by spending time on the land of living. There a problem with that?" He snapped, raised a brow.
Once again the frown replaced Elijah's composed look and it deepened from the last time. He took a moment to speak. "You and your destructive creations are feeding so much on people's lives, lately and it is crossing the limit."
"You are speaking of limit, brother? The one who bound himself to love humans with no boundaries." Klaus mocked, feigned element of surprise through his words and on his face. "Needless to say, you astonished me."
"I believe you lost the plot brother. We are speaking of your visit to the girl!" Elijah lost his temper as he took a dangerous step to his brother, who did not seem affected by that act.
So, they were speaking about Caroline?
Why it did not surprise Klaus?
No, he was just expecting any one of archangel's would interfere and Elijah, to be particular, reacted quicker than the evil ones predicted. All he had to know was: if Elijah was casually concerned for her or there was any specific reason for that.
Klaus stood there, not even moving to the slightest. His posture only turned cold as if he was challenging and quickly dark mist surrounded him which did not have too much power, but still it was a way to show that he shall not be annoyed right now.
"The girl?" His eyes gleamed with pure interest and at the same time he faked confusion. Locking his composed gaze with Elijah's edgy ones, Klaus huffed out a smile. "You mean, the diner girl Caroline? She is something, isn't she?"
"Stay away from her." Elijah's voice hinted darkness, which was something rare throughout his existence. "She is not the human made for your sport."
Klaus got what needed—a confirmation—that she was no regular human with good nature. Coming that from Elijah was something really fueled the fallen-angel's anticipation.
"Oh, but she is. I don't have favorites, Elijah, unlike someone. This realm is my playground and every human is my toy." The King of Hell said slyly, his mist thickening around him. He knew certain things were concealed after he was abandoned. And Caroline's condition might be one of it, he convinced himself especially when there was a flicker of emotions on Elijah's face. "Though, I am little curious about this particular soul. An archangel himself wouldn't react for a single human unless there is a powerful reason behind it." Klaus pointed out calmly, satisfied with what he did to Elijah—exasperated him. Smirking at him a little, Satan mumbled. "Definitely you would know her true self."
Elijah went back to his composed state, after observing his wicked brother. "I apologize for disappointing you but I know as much you do—that there is possibility for her light to kill every bit of your darkness."
The Devil could feel his smirk vanishing slowly which was now evidently seen on the archangel's face.
There was no such thing as his death.
With him being the Dark Lord, it was not possible. In the beginning, he was not too powerful but as the days passed this Mark, which was used to lock darkness by their Father, strengthened him in many ways.
By now, he established an army of darkness.
"That is absurd." Klaus chuckled softly. "Perhaps you should remind yourself what I am capable of, Elijah." His voice might be melodious but it did not reflect any sympathy when he said this:
"I will make you watch as I exploit her in every possible way. I will drain the light out of her, I will claim her physically as mine," he grinned an evil, sadistic one, his eyes were as intense as the growing, flaring mist around him and stepped a little close to his pale brother, "and I will turn her into one of my fiends, way too darker than anyone till now, while you can do nothing about it." He raised brows, exigent about it. "I will be pledged with her body, mind and soul, dear brother and you still can do nothing about it." The Demon King repeated softly.
Elijah, at first, seemed a little speechless with his claim. Nervous and astonishment were the emotions that the Devil noticed emitting from the archangel.
But then the winged person recovered, as he stiffened a smile. "I really wish to see that happen, Klaus."
"Is that a challenge, Elijah?" Klaus, who was smirking coldly, whose mist was flaring wildly in the air by then, as a way of showing his supremacy. "Perhaps you should consult our dear Father before we get into this—" pausing for a moment, he looked up mischievously, thinking to name this exhilarating wager.
"I dare you, Niklaus." Elijah defied, a smirk raised on his face, matching his brother's. He walked backward, still facing his fallen brother, his wings stretched before he flew.
The cold smile on the Devil's face vanished after listening to the archangel's final words. "Get her without being killed in the process."
Now with that black mist radiating from Klaus, he only stared into the night, as his eyes got only darker. "We shall see, brother, we shall."
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