Originally written: Nov 12, 2014

Bella / Caius

Rating: T

02. The Devil

"Be sober, be vigilant; because your adversary the Devil walks about like a roaring lion, seeking whom he may devour."

"Wait .. N-no .. wait! This isn't right! You promised me you would turn me. You gave your WORD!" She pleaded.

The Devil only smirked. "I vowed and I shall fulfill. But I didn't say when I would make you one of us."

He towered over the little morsel. "And until I deem you ready to join our side, you will be put to good use."

"Good … use?" She stuttered. It wasn't elegant and she wasn't seductive. But she was breakable and she can be taught.

"I wonder …" he mused to himself loudly. Red eyes shining with ill intent. "What other things can someone like me entertain in a warm living creature – other than the blood." He always wanted to utter these thoughts aloud. Yet he never had the occasion.

All the mortals were food to The Devil. That was the law, his brother's law. No one survived, and no one got away.

Except for her.

And maybe it was a sign.

Now she will play his game. And he shall see how long she lasts.

Everyone around her thought she was strong and brave. The Devil will prove that she is weak, the weakest among her race. He will show it as he laughs in triumph. And they – they will all bow their heads in humiliation.

Only The Devil can knock that pretty little gilded pedestal they placed this breakable thing on it.

"N-no …" She whimpered.

'How unsightly.' He thought with a sneer.

He reached out and grabbed her by the throat. She panicked. She tried to take deep breaths. So futile. His grip was like steel, none ever escaped it.

The less air she inhaled, the fainter she got. Her limbs slowly lost their strength only to go limp. He wouldn't kill her, not yet, for he had special plans for her. It's not every day that one gets to play with their food.

Her eyelids started to droop from lack of air. And what still remained was her last seconds of consciousness as she uselessly fought to keep her eyes open. He applied a little more pressure on her neck. All it took was a press of his thumb. The Devil licked his lips. Power over the powerless was a sight to behold.

"Why?" She whispered in a boozy slur.

His mouth twisted in distaste. "You are coming with me, and I prefer no resistance and no complaints."

That wasn't entirely the truth. He liked the object to want to resist. But in the end they surrender the thought once they realize they will fight a losing battle. And she was most certainly no match for him.

The girl only had but a second before she would fall to the darkness of her mind. The Devil decided to answer her question.

He leaned forward. Icy exhales floating over her warm skin. He realized she harbored an aversion to his touch – that could be fixed too.

For this moment, however, he decided to use her discomfort to his advantage. He always liked to see them squirm. He stuck out his tongue, and with its chilled wetness he slid the tip from the curve of her neck across the concaved shell of her ear, all the way to the soft lobe. Leaving a trail of frigid moisture in its course.

She shivered. Tears formed between her lids. She didn't like it. But who cares – certainly not The Devil.

His thin pale lips crept to the hollow of her ear. He spoke in a soothing, gentle murmur. "What becomes of a bud if it doesn't receive the nurture to blossom into a flower?" Even if she couldn't see him. An eerie grin stretched across his lips. Sharp predatory fangs peeking out.

Then he whispered. "I look forward to using you to seek that answer; whether you are willing or not."

Her collected tears fell freely down her heart-shaped face. He pressed his fingers further into her throat and she was out like a candle.

He released his grip on her neck as she fell to the floor limp as a rag doll.

The Devil tilted his head, red eyes surveying his unconscious prey.

And in a spontaneous decision he bent down. Long blonde hair cascading over his shoulders as he reached forward and grasped the girl's top by its collar. And with no remorse he ripped her blouse in half. The same was done with her skirt and under garments.

Her body wasn't too ugly. It still needed to grow and fill in all the right places. But those clothes insulted his sight. And they were better suited, as a shredded pile, on the floor of her tiny bedroom for the next person to find. Specifically, her Boy Prince.

The girl couldn't hear The Devil's words, but he said them anyway. For his own satisfaction mostly. "Pathetic little human. You are not worthy of immortality – Though I will keep you alive. That I can pledge. Your sanity, on the other hand, that is something I cannot promise." He laughed with glee. He had a new toy to play with to his black heart's content.

He wasted no time. He gathered her in his arms and whisked her away. Disappearing into the night.

"He who sins is of the Devil, for the Devil has sinned from the beginning."