Chapter 9--Day 7

Bubbles fidgeted a little as she woke up. She felt a little weird, but she couldnt really gather why. Finally, after about five minutes of shifting around and trying to get comfortable, she opened her eyes and sat up, feeling over to try to figure out what was wrong. ...Ah. That was why. She wasnt sleeping nude this time; she was still wearing that nightgown Him had given her yesterday. She yawned and stretched, feeling very well-rested and fully energized. She must have slept right through suppertime, because she was ravenously hungry.

As though reading her thoughts at the millisecond, Him popped into the room. "Good morning, Bubbles!" He said merrily, stepping up to the bed and kissing her on her head. "Are you well rested?" Bubbles nodded, smiling.

"Yes, Master," she replied, pushing the sheets away. Him slipped a claw under her chin to raise her eyes to His.

"...Call me Him today," He purred, leaning forward to give her a quick kiss. Bubbles blushed and got out of bed, stretching out her limbs.

"Mmmm...it feels good to stand up on my own," she said. She turned to Him. "...What's on the agenda today?" she asked. Him made a thoughtful sound and sat down in the air, crossing His legs.

"Ohhh...I dont know," He drawled. "I already did my work early today..." He put a claw to His chin to tap at it. "...I suppose...anything you want to do today." He shifted His eyes to Bubbles, who was blinking with surprise.

"...What?" she asked. Him grinned more broadly.

"Just as I said," He replied, gesturing to her and making clothes appear on her. She looked down and blinked, giggling. Him had put her in a pretty sleeveless blue dress that came down to her thighs, with white stockings and black Mary Janes. Her hair was up in pigtails; He had dressed her in her old outfit she wore when she was a kid. She twirled around, making the skirt part flair out. "Lovely," Him said, clasping His claws together. "Like a vision from the past."

Bubbles giggled again and turned back to Him. "Can we eat first? I'm starving!" Him nodded and stood up, offering her His arm for her to take, then led the way to the dining room, where there was already--again--all her favorites. Only this time, the huge table was replaced with a small round one, enough to seat two people. Him pulled out her chair to sit her down, then sat down Himself right across from her. He mostly watched her eat her food and sip her juice, feeling a swelling of light in His heart at the sight of her happy...

"...Him?"

He snapped at attention, realizing that Bubbles had been trying to get His attention. "What is it, Bubbles?" He asked. Bubbles was silent for a moment, then sipped her juice before speaking.

"...That movie Legend was based on your life, wasnt it?"

Him blinked, feeling His heart twitch. "...It is," He replied. "...It was a long time ago... Lili and I were in love...and she was taken away from me." He let out a bark of laughter. "...To this day, it gives me nightmares. Me! Nightmares!"

Bubbles lowered her head, her hands clenching into her dress. "...I'm sorry," she murmured. "...I didnt mean to pry..."

"No, no, it's alright!" Him quickly said reassuringly. "I know you were just curious, it's alright!" He sighed and propped His head up on His claws. "...It was over two thousand years ago...It was the worst time of my life because I lost the only woman I ever loved..."

Bubbles nibbled her lip, feeling her heart hurt. She couldnt even imagine having the only light in her darkness being snatched away from her...it would hurt too much. She couldnt imagine what it would be like to never see the only person she loved again... She wiped a tear from her eye. "Was she pretty?" she asked Him. Him nodded.

"She looked just like you." Bubbles stared. "...She had an innocent heart and a pure soul, like you...such the rarity in this day and age." He smiled at her. "...And you give me the very same light in my heart as she once did." Bubbles smiled back. "...There's that smile I love," Him said. Bubbles smiled wider, then buried her face in her hands with embarrassment. Him let her embarrassment pass and her face come out of hiding before speaking again. "Well, like I said, today, we do what you want to do. Anything right off the bat?"

Bubbles made a thoughtful sound. Then she grinned. "Video games," was all she said. Him blinked. ...She was so easily amused.

"Video games it is, then."

Him already knew that of all her sisters, Bubbles was the best gamer; but He didnt know that she was such a ruthless player. Instead of some regular video game of playing a simple little character to get through levels to save the princess, Bubbles had chosen a one-on-one fighting game; Soul Calibar 7, He thought it was. And after an hour of playing, Bubbles had not lost once. She just sat there on the floor, legs crossed, her eyes never leaving the screen, as she would yell out battle cries and shoop-da-whoops at her victories.

It amazed Him to see how much Bubbles enjoyed such a spine-snapping violent video game; He had watched His second-hand sons, the Rowdyruffs, play video games before, and could tell from what He experienced that Bubbles could easily outdo them all with her skill. He grinned as He thought back to the time where she disguised herself as Boomer; how good she actually was at 'boy' stuff. From what He witnessed--and laughed His ass off about--she was a better lugie-spitter than even Boomer, who was the self-proclaimed champion. Bubbles was a lot more tomboyish than most gave her credit for, even herself.

Finally, after over fifty fights of getting His ass handed to Him by Bubbles and her Lightning Kwon Dao of Uber Awesomness--her words, not His--she finally threw the controller down and did a little victory dance. "WHOO!!!" she hollered. "Who da man? WHO da man!?"

"...HOW old are you?" Him asked, amused, as He put His own controller down. Bubbles stuck her tongue out at Him. "Oh, very mature, Bubbles," He snorted, ruffling her hair. "What else would you like to do?"

Bubbles only smiled evilly.

"No, I dont think that color suits you..."

"Oh come on, Him! It totally does!"

Him just gave her a sigh and a 'whatever' gesture as Bubbles rolled her eyes and posed in front of the four-way mirror in Him's gaudy drag queen clothes. She was currently wearing a very short sleeveless magenta dress with with a black long-sleeved shirt underneath, black-and-magenta striped thigh-high stockings, black high-heels, and a purple feather boa around her neck. "...I dunno, I think the purple really pulls the look together..."

"But not with that shade of pink," Him kept saying. "The purple? Yes. The magenta? HELL no."

"You're just jealous 'cause it looks better on me."

"..............."

...Yeah, it was true. But He'd never let her know that.

Him had taken Bubbles up to Earth for lunch in France, where the only thing He changed about His appearance was turn His red skin creamy pale and made up the illusion that He had hands rather than claws. Other than that, He didnt change a thing. He fit in oddly well among the bourgeoisie, though... He had known that Bubbles was gifted in languages, but really hearing her speak and joke around in perfect French was quite the treat.

They had just finished eating and the waiter had brought them coffee to finish off the meal.

"Ah, merci beaucoup!" Bubbles thanked the waiter. She gave him a charming smile and sipped her small cup of coffee. "Mmm...un bon café..."

Him smiled at her. She had spoken in nothing but French since they had arrived. But it was cute, and she was charming everyone there, so He just sat back and enjoyed the show.

After lunch, they took a stroll down Paris, where Him kept getting complements on His outfit, and Bubbles was constantly smiled at by French boys. Him resisted the urge to purge all of France like the Germans should have 60 plus years ago...but He resisted. Bubbles kept pointing out pretty dresses and shoes and jewelry in the windows, and Him kept making mental notes for ideas for her 18th birthday.

After spending the afternoon around Paris, Him returned them back to Hell, where Bubbles said she wanted a whack at the show-all television. Him gave His consent, and they went into the room to sit down on the couch.

"Okay, how does this work?" Bubbles asked.

"Well, one of two ways," Him replied. "You either pull up what you know you want to see...or you can look for what you want to find. What would you like to see?"

"...My family."

Him felt His heart clench. "...Alright," He said. Bubbles turned to the television and Him brought up the image of her sisters, who were currently attempting to beat the crap out of Mojo, who actually looked like he wasnt doing anything wrong; they were in Mojo's observatory, and the chimp looked like he just wanted them to leave him alone.

"...The hell...?" Bubbles thought aloud.

"I'm not gonna ask you again, you damn monkey!" Buttercup snarled, advancing toward Mojo, who actually looked fearful. "Tell me where Bubbles is, or I'll beat you down so hard, your ass will hang from Him's ceiling! Now talk!"

"I still dont know what you are talking about!" Mojo shouted back. "I dont know anything! Is it MY fault that you need a LoJack on your own damned sister?! NO! So leave me alone!"

"...What are they talking about, Him?" Bubbles asked, confused. "Mojo knows where I am...he saw me!" Him sighed.

"After the fact, I told him not to mention a word as to seeing you," He said. "I made him swear on his own life...and he's really valuing his life right now, keeping quiet..."

"But Blossom and Buttercup know I'm in Hell with you!" Bubbles cried. "Why are they beating up on Mojo? He isnt doing anything wrong!"

"..........."

"....Him...."

"Alright!" Him finally burst out. "A week in Hell is SEVEN weeks up on Earth!"

"WHAT!?"

"Yesss...er, when I said a week as my pet....I meant one Hell week...." Him nibbles His lip. "...It wouldnt quite be a fair trade if you were my pet for one Earth week, would it? That would only mean one day here."

Bubbles groaned, putting her face in her hands. ".....You could have pointed that out sooner," she groaned.

"...Sorry."

".........Him?"

"Yes?"

"....Please stop Buttercup. She's about to let Mojo fall twelve stories from the air."

"OH, DAMN IT!"

When Him returned, Bubbles was reclining on the couch, waiting patiently. Him looked like He was about ready to drop dead. Hell forbid. "...What happened?" Bubbles asked, concerned. Him flopped down on the couch, exhausted.

"...Buttercup and Blossom," He replied. "They nearly beat me halfway back to Hell through the front door while I tried to explain the little time/space difference...they werent in the 'talking' mood."

"Understandable," Bubbles replied. Him nodded, heaving a sigh. "....Him?"

"Hm?"

"...There's something else I'd like to do tonight, before I leave." Him sat up, interested.

"What is it?" Bubbles just smiled and took His wrist in her hand, then led the way back to Him's bedroom by memory. Him was exhausted, but not exhausted enough to wonder what activity she could want to do in the bedroom was. Bubbles just led Him to the bed and made Him lie down.

"Stay here," she said. "No moving." Him blinked, and Bubbles went into the bathroom.

Him stared up at the intricate patterns on His bed frame, wondering what she had in store for Him. He half-hoped it would be something sexy. The other half told Him not to be disappointed if it wasnt. He just closed His eyes, trying to ignore the hurt on His skin from Buttercup's ass-whooping and Blossom's ice breath, which He swore gave Him frostbite...

He was snapped out of His thoughts when He felt Bubbles crawl up on the bed next to Him. He opened His eyes and felt His heart leap up to His throat.

She was completely nude, her hair let down and falling over her shoulders. She was smiling at Him, and she set down a small bowl and a washcloth on the bedside table.

"No moving, Master," she murmured, leaning forward to kiss Him softly. "Let your pet do all of the work..." Him felt a small shudder run down His spine as she took on a seductive tone with Him. HIM! HE was supposed to be the seductive one! Oh well. No use complaining. He laid back as Bubbles stroked her hands down His body and slowly undid His belt. His claws twitched, aching to reach up and touch her, but He remained still as He was told.

Bubbles undid the belt and slid it off, dropping it to the floor next to the bed. Next, she stroked her fingers down His thighs, and then took off His boots slowly, keeping eye contact with Him, something that made Him swallow hard. This had to be the sexiest thing He had seen since...shit, ever! After she had set His boots down, Bubbles crawled up to Him and sat on His thighs as she grabbed the hem of His dress and pushed it up off of His body, using her own strength to lift Him up so she could pull it all the way off.

When the dress was off, Him fell back onto the bed, grinning up at her. She grinned back. "Still not wearing any underwear?" she teased.

"Would it surprise you if I said I only wear them on special occasions?"

"No..."

"How about if I told you that I usually wear a thong?"

"....To be honest, I'd expect you to."

Him laughed, and Bubbles picked up the washcloth, then dampened it in the bowl of warm water. She pressed it to His face, and began to gently remove His makeup. "...Why do you wear makeup?" she asked softly. "...You're so handsome without it..." Him gave her a soft smile.

"...So no one can see how handsome I really am," He replied.

"Him..."

"Alright....because...I feel more comfortable with it," He said. "The same reason I wear women's clothes...I just like them better than men's clothes. It's just a preference." Bubbles smiled.

"Whatever floats your boat," she replied. "I just always wondered."

"Well now you know."

Bubbles giggled and removed the rest of His makeup, then put the washcloth back on the table and leaned down to kiss Him. Him kissed her back, purring deep in His throat. Bubbles hummed right back, pressing her body to His. She moved around until she was straddling His waist, and pulled back. "...Him...tell me how you feel about me."

Him stared back up at her, His eyes glowing softly. "...You are beautiful," He said. "You are innocent and pure...you are perfection in my eyes...and yet, you look at this evil, impure monster before you with love in your eyes..." He made a soft purring sound. "I feel so...complete when I'm around you...I have not felt such desire in an eternity...I have found my one true mate...and you know it..."

Bubbles' own eyes glowed a soft blue as she leaned back down to kiss Him again. "...Yes," was all she said before she kissed Him hard. Him purred louder and reached up to wrap His arms around her. He turned them over so they were both on their sides, and shifted around until He slid inside of her, making her moan into His mouth and push Him back onto the bed, not afraid of using her strength in bed. She moved her hips against His, making Him hiss through His teeth and pull her closer to Him.

Bubbles sat up on Him and pressed her hands to His chest, leaning her head back so Him could actually see her pulse on her pale neck. He purred louder, almost a growl, and stroked the smooth side of His claws down her sides and thighs, making her shudder and clench her fingers into His skin as she moved. His name slipped through her lips in a soft whisper, igniting a fire deep inside of His heart; a fire that burned with love for this young woman. His one true mate.

Letting out a growl, Him pushed her to her back and knelt over her, baring His teeth at her like an animal, His eyes glowing pure green.

"My mate," He growled in that demonic voice of His. He pressed His teeth into her neck where He had bitten her last night and sank them into her skin, making her let out a guttural groan. He growled into her neck, letting her blood seep onto His tongue with pleasure as He moved hard against her. My mate. My mate. My mate. The same thing went through His mind as He made love to her, drinking up every hard-won sound she made, every twitch of her body, every drop of blood He managed to taste. It was all too perfect. Too perfect. My mate. Only His mate could revert Him back into this primal state of mind; turning Him into an animal that ran purely on mating instinct. Perfect. Perfect.

He could feel a pulsing from Bubbles' core, where her soul resided. It brought about a reaction from His own core; it burned even hotter and reached out through the veil of the flesh into hers, where it sat, pulsing and waiting for its match. Match found. Soul mate found.

Perfect.

She was perfect.

He was perfect.

All is perfect.

They came together.

Bubbles laid with her head on Him's chest, tracing small patterns with her fingertip into it. Him had His arm around her, staring absently into the ceiling, where He had enchanted it to look like the universe; He thought the image fit the situation. He felt as though He was in Heaven, after all. He could feel the very emotions from Bubbles' soul now...He could feel that she was now complete. She was happy. And so, He was complete and happy. She had accepted Him as her soul mate; something that only happened once to every five billion couples, and He was lucky enough to have it happen to Him, after over two thousand years of thinking it was lost forever to Him.

Bubbles was thinking about how good she felt, inside and out. She could feel that something other than sex just happened between them; she just didnt know what. But whatever it was, she was elated that it happened. She knew that even tomorrow, when she was free to go, she woudlnt want to. She had found something that she didnt want to lose, ever. She wanted to stay.

....She wanted to stay. With Him.

Him....His Infernal Majesty...

"...Why are you called 'His Infernal Majesty'?"

Him looked down at her sudden irrelevant question. She was peeking up at Him with curious eyes. He gave her a gentle smile.

"Because that is my name," He replied.

"...Odd name for someone," she replied. She felt Him's laughter in His chest.

"Indeed," He replied. "But blame my father, not me. He thought a prince deserved a princely name."

"You're a prince?" Bubbles asked, lifting her head up to look at Him. He nodded.

"I am," He said. "My father is the King of Darkness. Morals know him as Lucifer, the First of the Fallen." Bubbles' eyes widened.

"...You mean...your father is...?"

"The Devil?" Him nodded. "He is."

"....But that would make you the Antichrist."

"...I suppose it would, wouldnt it? Though, I predate the Christian Christ by about five thousand years."

"Wow..." Bubbles said. "...Guess Christians kind of got that bit of history wrong."

"Oh, you have no idea," Him replied, rolling His eyes. "I could write a book on all the mistakes in that Bible that would be longer than the Bible itself." He sighed. "But enough about that...it's not really important." Bubbles could really think the contrary, considering she now knew a few of no doubt many truths that mankind had been searching for. But she let it drop. For now.

"...What's going to happen to us?" she said. Him knew of what she spoke of, and clenched His arm around her.

"...I dont know," He said. "That's up to you, in the long run. I dont expect that you'll want to stay in Hell...miss out on your crime-fighting days..."

Bubbles squirmed around. No, she didnt want to miss out on that. But she also didnt want to leave Him.

"But we can discuss that tomorrow," Him said, leaning down to kiss her head. "And you have your whole life to decide what you want. You are still young, with much time left to spare..." He stroked her hair, lulling her into a relaxed state. "I will love you no matter what."

"I will love you."

"I will love you."

"I will love you."

"...I'll love you, too," Bubbles murmured before drifting off to a blissful sleep.

The week is over...whatever is Bubbles to do?