Questioned of Self
Chapter 14: Hell Hath No Fury than a Woman's Scorn
God damn it! Katan cursed in his mind. I could have sworn I poured the poison in that soup! I did! I did!
"Brandon, are you okay?" Kurai asks with a spoonful of that same soup entering her mouth.
"Yah!" Katan answered nervously and watched the entire table full of evils drink their soup contently without falling over dead. Within the shadows Mad Hatter rolled in her laughter.
"Silly angel." He chuckled. "And he didn't even see me catch the poison in my own grasped when he poured it." As she giggled some more to her own entertainment her eyes noticed Setsuna leave the table. "So early leaving dinner? And why in such a rush? Looks like this will be interesting."
Undetected, Mad Hatter followed Setsuna through the lonely corridors of the palace to his private rooms. He didn't care of Katan's doings since she understood well he had nothing up his sleeve at the moment. When the devil walked into the bedroom he saw Setsuna nowhere in sight.
"Uh?" She gasped while looking around from where she stood. Until she knew he had gone from his palace all Mad Hatter could do was sigh. "Oh, fuck."
Lucifer sat in his dark room with only the weak fire illuminating his face from the shadows. For some reason that pain in his chest crept back again. His throat is always tight, making it hard to breathe or eat. The only peace he gets is when he's alone and even isolation is unbearable at times. Lucifer thought only of why and what this pain is? He couldn't go to Raphael, the healing angel, for help. Rosiel banished him to confine in his palace and his palace alone.
Many a times, the idea of Setsuna came into his mind. Was it Setsuna's absences that provoked this pain even more? Could have what Setsuna said really hurt Lucifer? Never. Lucifer would disagree. What he said only signaled that he was getting too smitten with me. If I hadn't thrown him out, he would be a love sick puppy only to annoy. Yet Lucifer's reasons didn't tune out his constant pain. Lucifer is an angel who couldn't bear to have chains weigh him down which lead to his rebellion against God's hold on him. But now he finds himself with another chain and ball wrapped around his lungs.
Lucifer was so focused on his thoughts that the creak of his door shook him. The dark angel sunk into his cushioned armchair, hiding to see who was entering his room.
"Luc?"
Savior!
"Lucifer, are you there?" Setsuna couldn't see through the dark and the fire didn't help much. He stretched his hand to find the dresser before reaching out the other for something else to touch. Instead of air or some random piece of furniture he felt a nose, than a pair of supple lips ending at the cheek of his lover. "Luc." Setsuna said as he did the same with his other hand.
"Why is it so dark in here?" He asked. Lucifer didn't want to speak; the pain choked his lungs even more. The angel melted at Setsuna's touch, dipping his head to rest on Setsuna's shoulder. "I'm so sorry, Lucifer." The mortal began. "I never meant what I said. The real truth is that I lo—''
"Please hold me tighter." Lucifer finally said. His voice scratched like rusted pipes. Setsuna hesitated to ask why but decided to do what he. Setsuna wrapped his arms tight around Lucifer's lean waist and breathed the heavenly scent stained in his hair. "Kiss me." Lucifer pleaded.
Setsuna felt moist lips inch their way along his neck. He stretched it to the ceiling, allowing Lucifer to lap up the skin with his tongue. When Setsuna felt like Lucifer had enough, he turned his head to search for those lips with his meek tongue. At first Setsuna entered his mouth lightly, remembering what he had long kissed. Eventually, their kiss deepened as the two fought for dominance.
Setsuna, with his eyes adjusted to the dark now, pushed Lucifer upon the bed before pinning him down. The dark angel was too deprived to fight for the top. The room filled itself up with their hushed moans, and the sound of the bed move with them. The boy opened Lucifer's shirt before discarding it away from his body. Lucifer sat up and did the same. His fingers searched every muscle in Setsuna like a blind man. Entrapped in his lust, he allowed Setsuna to press him down back on the bed.
The boy bit his bottom lip with a grin as he opened Lucifer's pants and drive his hand in and under the angel's boxers. Lucifer gasped harshly as he arched his back the moment Setsuna took hold of him. Setsuna continued sliding his hand up and down along Lucifer's length, mesmerized at the sight below him.
God, he's so beautiful. It was great pleasure in watching the angel bend and writher in ecstasy. Mad Hatter saw it all and regretted it. She found the secret door and followed the corridor which she regretted. She walked into the room unnoticed and regretted it. She watch the two forms, one of them being the only thing she wanted taken away from her, which she regretted. She clamped her eyes shut so she could not see. She glued her hands to her ears so she could not hear.
Yet she still knew and it only took that for him wanting it all to stop. Without alarming Setsuna and Lucifer, Mad Hatter evaporated from Heaven back to Hell in her private quarters. The place was empty, full of lace and leather from his costumes. In habit, he walked to his mirror and saw the face of a clown stare back at him, haunting him.
"AHH!" The screech of the wretched devil broke the mirror into shards of reflections. Anger and vengeance overpowered her body. It was overwhelming the amount of hatred she had for that mortal boy. He allowed that dirty mortal brat have him! When he could have had me he took some inexperienced BOY which he only knew existed for a week.
Mad Hatter began breathing deeply in and out. She was too mad to cry but it pained her that she couldn't. She wanted those tears to come and wash away all those wasted years and the reasons for it till she looked up. Only one shard of glass hanged from the mirror's border but she looked into it. Reflecting from it was a shelf of various bottles, one of them a significant green bottle.
Mad Hatter pushed herself away from the mirror and lunged for that green bottle. Furiously, she rubbed away all the soot and dusk it collected over the neglected years. A cruel plan was webbed at the sight of the green bottle. Mad Hatter kissed it.
"Why!" Katan yelled. "Why is everything I do countered!" He beat into his pillows, using them as a way to release his frustration.
"Cause you're not using this."
Katan spun around and standing at the foot of his bed was a painted man wearing a top hat.
"Who are you!" He glared.
"A partner. Let's not waste on names but I know that you want the savior dead, right?" Katan's blue eyes searched the man up and down seeing it he should trust him.
"Yes."
"Than use this." Mad Hatter tossed Katan a box. The angel opened it carefully and saw what it contained. "The liquid is a toxic poison which I myself created. Use this needle on the savior and he'll experience the most painful death he could imagine."
"But is it quick?" Katan asked.
"Quick enough for him to die to." Mad Hatter turned away from the bed.
"Wait! Why do you want to help me? Who's your boss?"
"My boss is my love but he didn't tell me to do this. This I am doing this on my own for him." She turned and melted away into the scenery. Katan looked at the spot he disappeared before looking down at the sinister needle which lay in its box. I have a feeling this will be the true end of the savior.
REVIEW! Sorry it took me forever to update. I beg for your forgiveness! I've had yet another trip to NYC which delayed me a good 3 weeks away from QOS. But now I'm back for good. So yippee!