Dare Devil
Rated T through M
A/U: Brittany is offered a deal out of desperation. Satan makes a mistake.
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Chapter 3: Desperation
"Now that I've got your attention," the Latina slapped one of Brittany's curious hands away and stood up abruptly. "Let us get back to why I'm here," the devil clapped her perfect palms together and an ipad fell out of the sky and landed straight into Brittany's hands.
"Woah," the blonde looked at the screen in wonder. Brittany never had an ipad before. "Thank you, Santa. This is the best Christmas ever."
Satan rolled her eyes for what felt like the 90th time during their exchange. "I don't need this," she mumbled to herself, watching the blonde play angry birds. She was definitely not worth the trouble.
Then again, she was.
Yes, the leggy blonde was indeed beautiful especially after Satan duct taped her internal organs back together. Such beauty was undeniable, the devil girl thought to herself while watching the blonde cheer at something on the screen.
But at the same time it was fucking annoying.
The devil would enjoy hearing the blonde's painful screams as she was ripped apart in the tides of lost souls. A beautiful addition to her collection. "Yes," she mumbled to herself, a finger tapping on her chin thoughtfully. "Okay! Stop that," she snapped her fingers and the screen flashed with ancient text.
"Hey!" Brittany complained. "I was winning."
That word always struck something in Satan.
Brittany didn't know why all the lights in the house were flickering all of a sudden.
"Darling girl," the ripping growl made her freeze as the devil woman appeared right in front of her in a flash. She gasped when she felt fingernails dig deeply into the skin of her jaw. Brittany was sure she was bleeding.
"Winning," the devil sniffed at the innocent girl's neck. "...should be the last thing on your mind when dealing with me," Satan leant into her with a blaze in her eyes and Brittany saw something in them that looked a lot like murder. "Make no mistake here," the devil girl grabbed her face roughly and held it up to her own. "I am the only winner in this trade."
Brittany winced at the burning touch before the devil released her.
"You will want to look at that," the woman in the red dress growled. "In fact," she plucked the device out of the blonde's hands and scrolled down a bit. "It is imperative that you do."
She shoved the screen back into the blonde's hands. "Oh..." Brittany looked at a picture of herself and a diagram of her mutilated body. She looked on in despair as a video of her untimely death began to play.
"As you can see," the devil smirked at the pleasant disappointment at the room. "You fucked up."
Brittany nodded absently, eyes still glued to the screen. "Big time."
Her neck was snapped and a bone protruded right out of her spine. Brittany gasped at the dead blue eyes in front of her. Suddenly, the video fastforwarded and Brittany watched the screen as a stray dog began to paw curiously at her body.
"I just wanted to be head cheerleader again. Coach Sylvester said I had to do something to stand out. I didn't know..." Brittany mumbled in disbelief as she watched the dog lick the fresh corpse a few times before morphing into the smirking bow-tied man she saw in her room earlier.
She wanted to throw up.
"So you're telling me I'm dead now?" she asked with tears in her eyes.
"No, you're not dead. Well, not anymore. But I'm glad you finally realize the seriousness of the matter," the devil quirked a curious eyebrow at the girl. "You see, I am no Santa by any means," she flashed her perfect teeth. "But I do give gifts, darling. That much I can tell you."
Brittany looked at the girl hopefully. "Did you save my life. Was that your gift?"
Satan chuckled at the naive girl. "For a price, my dear," she patted the girl affectionately on the head. "No gifts are given without a little sumtin sumtin in return," she quirked her hip to the side sexily.
"A price?" Brittany looked at her unsurely.
"Yes dear," the devil sat on the bed and leant towards the innocent girl. "You see, you have something that I want," she cupped her hands and whispered like she was telling a big secret. "And it smells fucking delicious," she bit her lip, as she took another whiff of the soul in front of her. It made her eyes want to roll back into her head.
"I do?" the blonde's face was scrunched up. "What is it?"
"Nothing that you need, really. You don't even use it," Satan shrugged nonchalantly. She didn't want to throw the girl off by giving away too much. "But it is something important to me... And maybe those idiots care too," Satan rolled her eyes and gestured upwards. The devil was sure they knew what she was up to. She had to make this deal quick before they showed up and dragged her new toy away. "But you don't have to worry about them," she gave a fake smile. "Cause I got here first. And you like me, don't ya?" the devil girl pouted. "We're friends right?"
Brittany was still unsure. Satan could feel it. This was fucking taking too long.
"W-Why do you need it exactly?" the blonde didn't know much, but she knew better than to trust really pretty women. Especially after that day Kitty put itching powder in her spanks.
"Because I want it," Satan snapped, but quickly realized her mistake when Brittany flinched. She forced a friendly smile when Brittany looked like she was having a heart attack. "I want it, darling," she repeated in a softer voice. Brittany felt a warm hand place over her own. "Will you give me it?" she felt Brittany pull towards her. "I did give you a gift you know," Satan hunched her shoulders over, pretending to be sad. "It would be rude not to give me what I want after I worked so hard putting your pretty little face back together."
It worked. Satan could tell.
"I don't know... it seems like you want something important," Brittany looked at her softly.
"And I really like you and you're really hot and stuff but it seems like I might need that special something a little later," the blonde looked at the girl like she didn't want to hurt her feelings.
Satan thought it was pathetic. She had to reorganize her strategy.
Fuck it.
"How about I let you live, and then give you one more present? Anything you want. Name it and it's yours," she persuaded the innocent blonde. "Do you think they would actually give you that?" Satan thought about those idiot angels who always seemed to ruin her schemes. "They would have left you on your front yard for cats to piss on. No more high school. No more cheerleading. No more being hot and popular. All you'll be is mangled dirt in a graveyard. Is that what you want?"
She was getting desperate. They would be here any moment.
It didn't help that Brittany looked like she was going to cry again. A waste of time.
"What if I say no?" Brittany shuddered at the thought of making a deal with the devil. "Then what?"
Satan sighed. "Then I'll snap your neck, shove your nose back into your sinuses and stomp your spine back into the glorious mess you left it in before I came along. Is that what you want?" the devil looked at her seriously. "Cause I don't have time for this."
Yup. Brittany was crying again.
Great.
Satan looked through her mind curiously, as she brushed a few stray hairs out of the blonde's face. It would be worth it, the devil thought as the next words escaped her mouth, "...how about three gifts?"
The blonde's lips quivered as her crying stopped. "Three?" Brittany asked curiously.
Brittany contemplated it over as she played with the Devil's fingers.
Satan held her breath as she waited.
And then exhaled in surprise when she watched the blonde nod sadly, tears still falling from her eyes. "...okay," she sniffled. She didn't want to get her neck re-snapped again.
The devil froze.
"Okay?" Satan looked at her happily. Brittany was interlacing their fingers innocently, but the devil barely noticed. She wanted to know if she heard her right."I can have it? You will give me what I want?"
Brittany nodded again, not meeting her gaze as the devil smirked.
An image of the naked blonde chained to the 'wall of despair' flashed into her mind. The devil would enjoy this deal immensely.
"You understand that you will be mine the next time you die right?" The devil cocked her head to the side. "Once you get your gifts, I can take you whenever I want."
The blonde's shoulders slumped, but she nodded nonetheless.
"And that means you can't be a smartass about it and never ask for your third wish," Satan thought back to the last idiot she had promised this to. She cut his dick off. "Everyone has an expiration date, darling. And so do you. And so do your wishes. You have one year to tell me what you want," she glared at the silent girl. "After that, you're mine."
"...okay," Brittany sniffled, and wiped at her face. "I understand."
So precious, the devil thought to herself and smirked. Everyone in hell would be jealous of her new prize.
"Then there is only one thing left to do."
The devil ripped her hand away from the warmth of the disgusting human and stood up.
She muttered something that sounded like Latin and Brittany could have sworn there was a "fuck yes," somewhere in between. A scroll formed in the devil's hands.
And suddenly Brittany felt a stab in her thigh. "ughhhhhh."
"Sorry darling, we can't sign in crayons and markers," she laughed when she heard Brittany groan. "We need your blood to seal the deal so you don't try an rat me out to the big guy upstairs," the Latina grinned as she retracted the sharp pen. "Don't worry. It was sterilized. Wouldn't want you to catch something you don't already have," she watched the blonde grasping at her bloody thigh in pain.
Brought warmth to her smile.
"Now sign," she shoved the pen in the girl's hands and held the scroll open. "And don't forget to 'date' it."
Her leg was still seeping as Brittany looked over the ancient parchment, skimming her name and the contents of the writings. It was all a mess. Her hands left bloody fingerprints, as she grasped the page. There was a lot of words she was sure even Rachel Berry wouldn't understand. But she did understand the word 'soul' and she definitely knew what that meant. If she looked closer, she would have realized it wasn't paper she was looking at. The parchment was made of leathered skin.
"You want my soul," Brittany looked at the devil, who was nudging something with her toe innocently. "That's what this is, isn't it?"
"Oh drat," Satan snapped her hands sarcastically, as a hello kitty bandage appeared in her hands. "Thought you wouldn't notice," she shrugged, and knelt down to tape the blonde's open wound shut. Brittany shivered at her warm hands.
So this was the devil Brittany learned about from Sunday school. They always warned her that he existed and somewhere inside she knew he did. She really didn't seem that bad (apart from the stabbing and the scoffing). Yes, it would be stupid of her to sign away her soul, but she didn't know what to do. She couldn't die yet but she also knew that her soul had to be important if Satan went out of her way to try and take it.
She watched as the Latina dabbed affectionately at her leg with a cotton swab. She placed a kiss on the bandage and looked up at Brittany expectantly, scowling when she noticed the blonde hadn't signed yet.
For a girl who had everything, there was one thing she never had the taste of.
But was she willing to trade the only thing she had left for another chance? She looked at the photo of her family on her nightstand and made a decision quickly.
Brittany wanted to live.
Satan looked at the paper that was gently handed back to her and orgasmed at Brittany's bloody name.
Brittany S. Pierce was hers.
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