11. Demon
Vanitas knew he was nothing more than a demon. He was suppose to be the Prince of Darkness, but he was nothing. He didn't have this so called Heart, and he was sure he didn't have a Soul. He didn't want, or need one. Why would he? They only made him soft, well, it would make anyone go soft. Without a Heart, he could stay stone cold and not have to worry about anything.
"Does your Master want to see me?" Aqua asked on his entrance, but Vanitas only shook his head, "Then what do you want?"
"Just came to check," he spat, glaring her over a few times, "Remember, that's my stupid job."
"Oh right, I forgot completely," she waved his fingers, then rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, "So, your highness, let's see…I feel fine. Now when are you going to let me out?"
"Whenever your little friends decide that you're worth saving," Vanitas smirked when her face showed clear signs of anger at the remark.
"You're such a freak!" She said, walking closer to him and pointing a finger in his face, "You…you're such a…a demon!"
His hand found her neck, wrapping around it tightly and pulling her off the floor. Aqua's expression turned from angry to fear, and Vanitas liked that look much better than the other one. He tightened his grip until his hand flared in pain because it was as tight as he could hold. That was when he finally let her fall. She hit her knees, one hand holding her throat and gasping for breath.
"You should give up," Vanitas advised, "No one cares about you. And you know that."
Demons...wee...
Omega Star Shooter 14 : Demons are always fun to write about. XD