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Chapter Ten: Deal with the Devil.

"Let him go." I said coldly.

"Oh? Him?" He asked, his smile dripping with malice.

"Let. Him. Go."

His grin sharpened and with another flick of his clawed hand, the shadow slit Cam's throat.

My heart shattered.

In that moment everything slowed down: I fell to my knees next to Cam and started panicking. I think I heard laughter but everything was too chaotic for me to recognize anything perfectly audibly.

I started rubbing my hands over Cam's chest to try and soothe him, tears falling down my face; that's when I noticed there was no blood. His neck was cut open? Where's the blood?

"Rico..." His dark voiced purred. "As much as I'd love to see you break down over someone that never existed, we need to please move along."

"What do you mean?" I wiped away my tears, remembering him being in the room.

"Cameron was me. I was him. Now that I'm out of him, the role he has to play is now obsolete."

"What do you mean?" I asked, putting on the coldest demeanor I could. "What are you anyway?"

He smiled; his eyes seemed to glow even brighter. I was finally able to get a proper look of him: He had the body of a tanned, fit twenty year old; with sharp, spiky black hair. His eyes were as red as fresh blood, and his mouth held a row of some of the sharpest and perfect teeth I'd ever seen.

Suddenly, two great black wings burst from his back and he bowed.

"My name is Deyanira," he straightened up, "Demon King of the second circle of Hell. But to you, you may refer to me as Nico."

All the blood left my face.

"Don't worry," chuckling darkly. "You don't have to talk Rico, just listen. I have a long story to tell, and I'd be more than happy to tell it, just say yes."

He extended his hand and I hesitated.

He was the creature from my dreams. The creature with the black wings and the beautiful touch... He was a demon... A Demon Lord... And not just any Demon Lord, the Demon Lord of Lust.

So, I took his hand. What could I have done?

He pulled me into his arms and carried me out of my room. He flung us both into the night air and we took off.

His wings beat in the air to a rhythm that sounded beautiful. He held my body close to his and the heat that radiated of him was intense. The cool night air whipped at my hair and before I knew it, we arrived in my and Seth's clearing.

He landed with inhuman grace, and I slipped out of his hold. I stepped away and distanced myself from him.

The clearing was vacant from all forms of life. The fireflies were gone, the stream didn't even trickle. Everything seemed like it was holding its breath; waiting while the suspense built up.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" Nico asked.

"Indeed." I agreed coldly. "Although you shouldn't even have the privileged of being here."

He chuckled darkly and I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand up as coldness swept over the clearing.

"Oh please Rico," he smirked. "I admire your hatred but please, we have business at hand. Besides, I had a hand in making this clearing."

"Excuse me?"

"Oh... Where to begin?" He sighed. "Perhaps the beginning?"

His face lit up with excitement and his eyes glowed red.

"What do you know about your Biblical history, Rico?"

"Not too much."

"Well, as I've said, I'm a Demon-"

"And what the Hell is up with that, might I ask? Werewolves, vampires, I asked for garden gnomes, and what do I get? A Demon! Is there ANYTHING that is fictional?"

"-Are you done?" He asked, clearly annoyed.

"Sorry, carry on."

"Anyway, so, as you obviously must know, God created the world. However, what they fail to emphasize, is that he didn't do it alone. God, or "Anamiari" had his children, "Amiari" or, Angels. As time progressed, all was good. God created the world and everything was as it should be. But then the Rebellion started."

"All thanks to the Amiari, Malgoroth. Malgoroth, or to you, 'Satan', began a revolution against The Creator. Soon, all of the Overworld, or 'Heaven' was in chaos. Malgoroth had his army of Amiari, now called 'Deniri.' Demons. Anamiari's fallen children."

"See, The Creator had created his latest creatures, Humans. He loved those humans more then he loved us; or, at least, that's how so many of the Deniri felt. At the end of the day, we all had our own reasons for rebellion. I wanted power, many wanted a leader who was ruthless; they couldn't stand you humans. Personally, I think our most courageous leader, Malgoroth, was just a little jealous; he decided to have a tantrum to get Daddy's attention that ended up blowing up half of Heaven, but that's just what I think." Nico winked at me.

"Anyway, so, as the war raged on, it was obvious who was winning. Deniri had breached the White Gates and slowly captured the White Tower, Anamiari's palace. But that's when all was lost. We were defeated."

"Malgoroth was second to only The Creator himself. He had powers that were unthinkable... But he finally met his match. See, I was with him when we entered The Creator's throne room. I am, after all, one of the highest Deniri Rukai. Anamiari refused to fight back, even though with one simple notion he could have killed us. He believed that Malgoroth would do the right thing. He was wrong.

"But, as Malgoroth was to inflict the killing blow, everything had ended. See, we had looked over one very small detail-"

"Surprise, surprise." I retorted.

"Adam."

"Wait," I paused. "Adam? As in, 'Adam and Eve'?"

"Yes."

"What does this have to do with the first man?"

"You mean, Adam, Adam who is the Son of God."

"I don't understand..."

"Some humans were created to encase both the most powerful Amiari and Deniri when they took form on Earth. As I said, Cameron was my flesh suit. Those people don't exist; they're just what we look like in human form; what we look like on this plane. Clearly, we're highly attractive, as you've seen."

"When I was able to bind myself away from Cameron he was able to live a life oblivious from the moments when I possessed him-"

"And what about Bianca?"

"Oh, my sister?"

"Don't you mean Cam's?"

"No, I don't." He smirked. "Mayriel."

"Demon of Prostitutes?"

"No... One of the Amiari Estrectus. One of the Seven Angel Rulers., part of the White Counsel."

"But that means she's a good guy?"

Nico literally began shaking with laughter. I scoffed at him before he continued.

"Oh Rico," he brushed a tear from his eye. "You should know that things aren't as black and white as they seem. But back to the story!"

"So, Adam had come to save the day. But it wasn't Adam; it was the Son of God. An Amiari created on a whole new dimension; an Amiari named Metatron. Yes, I know, he doesn't sound very terrifying but a creature so immensely powerful... We stood no chance. We lost the battle and fell from grace. The Creator threw us down into the deepest crevices of the Earth, so far down into what is now known as 'Hell.'"

"Who knew?" I said trying to sound uninterested.

"Oh no, it doesn't end there Rico... It gets better."

"Yes?"

"See, with us now vanquished and buried deep inside the Earth, The Creator began to worry about His humans. He created guardians; He created the White Council. Seven Angels that were able to take human flesh: Michael, Raphael, Gabriel, Mayriel, Uriel, Metatron, and Tyrael. But, Anamiari feared this wouldn't be enough... So, he created a power and instilled it into Adam. A power that was able to bond itself so tightly to him and his wife, Eve. A power that would slay death, tame fear, stopper pain, a power called Love."

"It was through Love that Metatron was reborn and crucified on this earth as we tried to start a second battle for the Overworld."

"What does any of this have to do with me?"

"I'm getting there Rico... So, as I said, the Deniri were vanquished and finally action had been taken. Malgoroth was sealed in the Underworld by the Love given up by Metatron. So, he now waits to be freed. He waits for the combination of the power unleashed and bonded with the Love between a Deniri Rukai and Amiari Estrectus."

"Once again, how does this matter to me?"

"It matters Rico because," a spark of excitement went off in his eye.

He stepped forward, licked his one clawed finger, pulled my hand unto his and instantly clawed me.

It happened so instantly I didn't feel a thing. But, what should have been a crimson line, was a beautiful bright blue streak.

"Why, I was correct about you. You're the last embodiment of the angel Metatron."

xXx

I'm getting shorter with these Chapters… But it'll get better! :D