Daredevil

Rated M: for Maybe you shouldn't read this if you're squeamish.

A/U: Brittany tricks Satan at the devil's own game.

A/N: Such a violent chapter. It's a bit scary so if you're not into horror, you can just skip this one and I promise the next chapter will be lighter and lots of Brittana and angry Santana... maybe.


Chapter 4: A Warning

"Ughhhh!"

He yelled painfully as the butcher knife pierced his skin. The man was strapped down to the table for his damned crimes and now he would pay for all of eternity as the vicious demons watched in heavy delight. "No, god no! I'll change! Please no!" he wailed pathetically when he saw the man in the skin-mask grab a chainsaw.

It was a pleasurable sight for sore eyes in the dark realm, however there was one devil who found himself languishing.

"Yeah yeah you little pervert," the bow-tied devil rolled his eyes from afar and took another lazy drag from his cigar. "That's what they all say," he exhaled the words in a rich dark smoke and grew bored of the hellish scene in front of him. "... and then they get their dicks cut off."

Tonight was a busy night at the pub and it was definitely getting on the devil's nerves.

He was sitting in the corner of the smokey club much like every night, as the rest of the hellions took to watching tonight's form of entertainment. There were crowds of monsters, some dealing, some snortin, some ripping each others throats out. It was disgustingly beautiful in Satan's eyes. However, it was sickeningly boring at the same time.

He flicked his eyes to the bar and watched as the succubus whored themselves off to the werewolves again. They had their hands up each other's skirts right out in the open. Who knows how many hell stds were being spread at the moment? He eyed his drink suspiciously, hoping that damned Cyclops of a bartender had the decency to wash his hands when he made the cocktail.

"Blasphemy..." he mumbled to himself, watching all of his children play together. "Just. Fucking. Blasphemy."

Even the trolls were having a good time, Satan noticed, as the slimy hunchbacks drowned themselves in ale and whiskey, occasionally headbutting each other idiotically. Not to mention the crowd of slutty vamps in the corner. Of course they were sucking each other off.

"The nerve of these idiots," the man in the bow-tie couldn't understand how things got so damn sloppy around here. His home had become incredibly mundane and just a tad bit skanky. He would have to eliminate some of his children before the night was through.

It didn't help that it was fucking Monday. You couldn't blame him for being a little grouchy.

However, the devil's mood quickly changed as he remembered last night's turn of events. He sipped from his drink quietly, imagining the taste of a certain blonde's blood on his lips. It made him throb, just picturing the pure soul being dragged away to hell.

Unfortunately, he was taken away from his pleasurable thoughts when the crowd started shrieking again. Blood was splattering everywhere and the devil watched languidly as the man in the skin-mask took another strike at the mutilated body. Everyone in the bar cheered at the pathetic pleas coming from the struggling man chained to the pool table.

"Keep it down will yah? I'm trying to celebrate here," he smirked to himself as he replayed the following night's barter. Soon it would be Brittany S. Pierce that would be strapped down to that pool table in the murky pub, screaming and struggling. Oh how she would moan in pain. The bow-tied man sighed happily, downing out his glass and slamming it on the table. "Another round! Tonight we commemorate how sweet my fucking life is!" he raised his devilish eyes to the moronic demons who hollered back barbarically.

The warm blood of Brittany S. Pierce would be spilt happily and he would soon enjoy every bit of it.

"So generous of you," an angelic voice laughed, placing himself on the darkened couch in Satan's hidden lounge.

The presence made Satan freeze and the devil's winning smile was slapped off his face.

"Oh crap. It's you," the bow-tied man groaned at the newcomer. "Who the fuck let you in?" he scowled at the beautiful boy with the clean white wings. "Was it the banshee? I'll fucking kill her."

That only made the blonde boy chuckle. "Hey Satan."

"And would it kill you to wear a goddamn shirt once in awhile? This isn't a strip club, ya know," he grimaced at the boy's sickeningly sculpted abs. "Get off my couch, Lady lips. You're getting angel sweat all over my lounge."

"What? You don't like?" the guppy-mouthed angel looked down at his perfect body with the biggest smile plastered on his face. Of course, God would gift him with looks. Spoiled brat.

The devil scoffed in response.

"Been around for two thousand years and still haven't heard any complaints," the charming blonde smirked widely. "Well, apart from you that is, Santa." He gave the devil a knowing look.

Of course they heard.

The nickname brought a wicked smile to Lucifer's face as he remembered what Brittany first called him when they met. So... the angels were aware of the exchange. Obviously they wanted in on the action.

"So you're here to steal my goods, troutymouth?" the devil man smiled victoriously at the angel's concerned face. "Thought you could break into my Satan Shack and getcho innocent back?" the devil propped the cigar between his lips and took a long drag.

When he looked up, the angel boy had his eyebrows knit together in frustration. The devil fucking loved it.

"Well, sorry to bust your angel balls, but it ain't happenin," Satan smirked proudly. "She's mine," he snapped his fingers and the contract poofed into his hands.

"Fair and square, fish lips," he stood up from his seat and approached the angel across from him. "Take a gander while I get a refill why don't ya?" the devil shoved the document into the angel's forehead and took off towards to bar.

Of course the stupid blonde would follow. "You can't do this, Satan. She's one of us."

'So that's why she smelt so pure,' the devil thought to himself.

"Too late. Already happened," the devil slammed his empty glass onto the bar and the Cyclops bartender blinked back dumbly. "Another for me, my good man," the Cyclops nodded, drool dripping a bit from it's ugly mouth. "And for my friend..." Satan squinted at the frowning blonde. " an Apple juice?" Satan shrugged. "I don't know what the fuck you people drink."

"I didn't come here for a drink, Satan. I came here to reason with you," the guppy-mouth boy stood firmly. "You need to tear up that contract right now and let her transition into heaven like she was meant to... or else..."

"Or else what?" the bow-tied man quirked an eyebrow. "You gonna cry, Samuel? Cause I'd actually love to see that."

Samuel looked at Satan disappointedly. He'd have to learn the hard way. "She's different, I'm sure you understood that the first time you sought her out."

The devil raised his refreshed glass to someone across the room, feigning boredom at the boy. To be honest though, Samuel was right. The devil was drawn immediately to the girl once he felt her presence diminish into death. He couldn't stay away from such a bright soul. However, he was also intrigued. Why would heaven send down one of the big guns to hell, of all place, in order to void the trade agreement. They knew they had no authority when it came to Satan's home.

"I'm listening..." the devil rolled his eyes and turned towards the angel. "Speak, boy."

"Her heart is pure but she is no angel. There's no way you can bring her here. It would destroy everything."

The devil smirked at the thought. He remembered smelling Brittany's sexual prowess. She was definitely no angel. Of course he would keep her. And hell, it would piss off the angels even more. Why wouldn't he keep her down here?

"You won't be able to," the blonde boy almost read Satan's thoughts. "You can't keep a pure soul down here. It's against the order of God."

"Enough," Satan's eyes lit up at the mentionable name. He had flames burning through his finger tips by the time the angel shut his mouth. "Samuel, you speak with me like I know nothing," the devil growled. "Do you forget who I am? Do you forget what I have done to become what you see."

The angel boy looked away in shame. "...I'm sorry, sir."

"Then you know I am not your equal."

The boy nodded softly.

"Then you also know what is sanctioned to me and what will never be taken away for I am the original."

The angelic boy swallowed thickly as he felt the heat surround him. "I know, sir."

"You're a smart boy, Samuel. You keep your eyes open. You seek out my transactions. You're careful and God loves you," Satan looked at the boy resentfully, and maybe a little jealously. "Since you know so much Samuel, this shall serve as a simple review."

Samuel grunted in pain as Satan began to drain the innocence out of the boy.

"You will not speak as though you have any jurisdiction whatsoever in my home. I will say this once and only once," Satan's body flickered in flames, the warmth causing the beautiful boy to cower back. "She was no angel when I found her. If she was protected, it was by no means by the will of God for she would be with him at the time of her demise," the devil's voice boomed throughout the room and even the demons began to scurry back.

Satan smirked when he felt the purity slip into his finger tips. He pulled at the tethering soul in front of him. Samuel watched in distress as his wings began to turn black.

"Stop, please!" he clutched his abdomen.

"Make no mistake Samuel," Satan's raspy voice slithered through his painful ears. "She signed the damn paper. She offered me her soul and I have tasted her blood. She is my slave and I will have her when she dies."

Satan circled the struggling boy and relished in his fever.

"She will be tortured, skinned, maimed, cut, disfigured in any way I seem fit only to be revived again to experience my will. You have no control over her fate and I will never let her go."

He spat at Samuel's doubled over body, before releasing the boy's soul back into its proper place.

"P-Please," Samuel coughed and held up the contract. He struggled to stand and Satan offered no sympathy. "I mean no disrespect, sir," he panted, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth. "But you need to burn this and stay as far away from her as you can," he stood up and held the devil's gaze bravely. "I'm doing you a favor," he placed the document delicately in the devil's hands and backed away. "Destroy it and don't look back. Please."

Satan glared at the boy.

"That's what you'd like," Satan growled. "But even angels have to lose their soul sometime."

Samuel gave him a troubled look before shaking his head defeatedly. "She's not an angel. I know she seems like one and I know that's why you want her but she needs to be with us," he grasped his side painfully. "She b-belongs to us."

"She belongs to me!" the devil's voice boomed. "Do not insult me Samuel."

The pub swirled with red smoke and the Werewolves began to howl protectively.

"I'm not, sir. I just wanted to warn you," Sam quivered as the monsters began to turn on him, cornering him hungrily. He exuded sinlessness and naturally they wanted to corrupt him.

"Well you did," Satan growled. The devil noticed the chaos of creatures, hollering and grasping at the angel. He sighed his flames away, not wanting to give God another reason to hate him. "You've said your piece, Samuel. Now step off, angel dust," Satan clapped his hands together, and sent the half-naked boy spiraling back to the heavens before the creatures could have their way. "And next time wear a fucking t-shirt!" he cupped his hands and yelled at the opening sky above.

The devil shook his head and let himself fume for a moment. Who was Samuel to tell Lucifer how to run his realm? The angel was a disposable chess piece in a war that seemed to feud for eternity. What the fuck did he know? Brittany was his now. It was a done deal. Why the fuck would he want to tear the contract up now?

He examined the beautiful document, tracing her bloody name with his finger. It sent a warm shudder down his spine. He took his finger to his lips and tasted the angelic twist of Brittany's soul. She was human though. She was fair game.

Brittany would live here and be with him forever.

And no big-mouthed fucking angel could stop him.

Satan finally noticed all of his hellish monsters were staring idly by and scowled at the crowd.

"The fuck you looking at," he growled at his demons who returned to the shrieking and the torturing and the whoring. "Fucking angels," he murmured to himself while straightening his perfect bow-tie into place. "Always tryin to tell me what to do."

Brittany S. Pierce was his.

And there was nothing that could change that.


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