Chapter Two: Lucifer's Fell Blow
"Where in the name of all of Hell have you been, you way-ward witch? Did you miss me?" His hands slide over me, slipping his arms around my slender waist. I try to wiggle away, but he crushes me to him. His thin, steel-band-like arms crush me, and he nuzzled the back of my neck. I elbowed him in the ribs.
"Jerk! Back up or back off, Alexander!" Pushing the forever-teenage Neanderthal away, I whirl to face him and his sister, Delia. "Hey, Delia, what's up?" The little She-Devil hugs me, and I smile and hug her back. Her obviously jealous brother scowls at me. He is jealous of his grandfather, I can tell. He is jealous, and wants his grandfather's woman! How shocking… as if!
I say his grandfather for I am Satan's woman, not Damien's, Alexander's father. And, I hate it to the extreme. Simply because I hate Lucifer's foul moods and swift mood swings. Which, if I am judging the cracks in the glass correctly, he is about to have… I am so in for it.
"RAVYN!" A roar slices through the dark palace. Even I know to tremble. Alexander disappears, and Delia sits near my feet. I lower myself to a sitting position on my midnight silk cushions. I am almost afraid to speak, but open my mouth and manage to murmur, "Yes, my Lord?" And there he is.
Blond spikes arch upwards and sideways and down all around his pale countenance. His ice blue eyes glitter dangerously, and his lips, his perfect lips, form themselves into a seductive pout. He smiles, revealing fangs, and he stretches his wings to their full span. He beckons me to him, and shoos Delia out of the room. This form is the only thing he does to please me, as I cannot stand his red body, his black talons and horns, his emerald eyes… Reading my thoughts, he shifts into Darkness, lord of Hell… the devil.
"Excited?"
"My heart's all a flutter." I mutter sarcastically. He smiles, laughs, and slaps me.
"Show some respect, you little demon! Or that poem might come true." He smiles malevolently. I stare up at him from my prostrate position on the floor, trapped underneath the foot pressing into my stomach. I remember the poem… he wants me to recite his favorite part. I shake my head, and the foot presses into my stomach so hard it brings tears to my eyes.
"You desire me, you want me. I read your thoughts in your eyes." He smiles, lifts his foot. Extending an arm, he pulls me to my feet. Pulling me to him, he smiles.
"You are beautiful, my delectable demonic darling." He kisses me softly, and breaks away. I open my mouth to speak, and he kisses me again, hard. His fangs pierce my bottom lip, and I hear a silent command of love, drink, be merry, for soon you may die. I am terrified of him. I hate him. I love him. I want him. I may be losing my mind.
I push him away and flee from him, listening to his bellow of rage: "RAVYN, come back!" No way in Hell.