II: The Office
I stare almost stupidly at the redhead, but he doesn't find this strange at all. He watches me with those vibrant eyes, almost as if studying my reaction to this news. He looks like a snake, observing a tiny mouse as it eats away obliviously, on some cheese.
I swallow slowly, trying to process what I just heard and make any sense of it. My soul belongs to him now, but who the hell is he and why does he want it? I always thought people who commit suicide just went straight to hell to live out their eternal sentence of agony. You know, thrown into fires, or tortured in other horrible, painful ways. I never imagined being escorted into hell by a demon, who apparently owns my soul.
My eyes scan the area, and we're still just standing right by my apartment complex. There are still people talking, shouting and in the distance, you can hear the sirens. I chuckle a little dryly at that, why would they even call an ambulance for this? The redhead looks over my head towards everyone behind me, then he looks back at me, those eyes of his so damn piercing. "Would you like to stay and watch them scrape your remains off the ground?" he asks, raising an eyebrow, before motioning to the ambulance speeding down the road and turning into the parking lot.
I turn and watch as the red and white truck comes to a stop, the paramedics piling out and rushing over to the crowd around my body. I can hear everything as if I were standing right there, even if we're actually at quite a distance. The longer I stare, the stranger is seems. I don't really want to have to stare at my mangled body, the reason it's like that is because I couldn't stand living in it in the first place. I turn back to the redhead and catch him staring at me, a creepy shiver running down my spine. It was the same way when I was younger, and when he makes eye contact, I can't make myself look away. "I don't want to go to hell..." I mumble quietly and he starts laughing, again that deep rumbling like thunder, before he snaps his mouth shut, all humour erased from his features.
"You should have thought about that before losing your faith and killing yourself...now, let's get moving, I'm a very busy man," The hole in the earth opens up, and I have no where to go but down. I feel a strange suction, and before I can dart in the other direction I'm pulled in. The redhead just follows along easily, while I flail, panic flooding my senses when I watch the opening above my head seal shut. My last glimpse of earth, is of the early morning sky.
"Can't I talk to God? Tell him I'm sorry!" I shout into the blackness, I can't see anything around me, almost like I'm blind, but I can't erase that feeling of free falling. The whole scene of me jumping off my balcony replays in my head and I press my lips together tightly, trying not to scream as I await the splatter and the agony that follows.
"Roxas, Roxas, Roxas..." the whisper is like a hiss in my ear and I jump, frightened. The sensation of not having a pounding heart in my chest leaves me feeling empty, and I realize this is the feeling of being dead.
I don't have a heart anymore, that was left up on earth along with everything else. Suddenly, two strong hands grab onto my arms and I stiffen, as I hear the redhead take a deep breath from somewhere behind me. If I had skin, I'd probably be drenched in sweat but prickly with goosebumps. I can feel the steady heat radiating off him as he stands behind me, his chest pressed flush against my back. I hear his tongue slide out of his mouth and I can feel it, brushing along the shell of my ear, cold as ice. I can't stop the way my body trembles, and I have to bite my lip to keep from making a terrified sound. "You're mine now, God can't save you," when he speaks against my ear, his breath feels like fire and it hurts. I try to squirm, but he's holding me so tightly, I can barely manage to get a few centimeters away. I don't understand the way his body works, how one part of him can be near boiling temperatures while another is as cold as snow.
"W-who are you?" I manage to speak, feeling strange with my eyes open while seeing nothing.
"Now that's a better question..." All at once, he lets go of me, and I get that feeling in the pit of my stomach, the one I got right before smashing head first into the ground, or the one I got when I rode my first roller coaster with my brother. Instead of hitting pavement though, we appear in what I believe is hell with a gust of hot air.
There is fire everywhere, so that's a dead give away, along with agonized screams and brimstone. It's exactly as they depicted it in the bible, yet at the same time, no where near as terrifying as I thought it would be. I look around, trying to get a better feel for the place but I can't really explain what I see. Everything is carved into the rock, demons peaking out around the corners of their homes and staring over at me and the redhead.
I can't tell for sure, but along with the painful cries, another type of screaming is heard. I can't be positive, but it sounds like people having sex...a lot of people having sex. A familiar heat starts just underneath my bellybutton and I am almost disgusted with myself. How can I even be slightly aroused by anything, when I just fucking commit suicide and was dragged between worlds into Hell? I guess my father was right when he said I was fucked up.
It's like the redhead smells the arousal on me, because he's at my side in minutes, that pointed tongue trailing down my neck, violent shivers wracking my spine. "I find the screams of pain and pleasure much better than the every day earth hustle and bustle...don't you?" I'm trembling too hard to even answer him and he pulls away, coming to stand in front of me for once. I have to stare up quite a bit, and it makes me wonder how he bends over so quickly to lick me all the time.
"To answer your question...I'm the Devil, the demon overlord, Satan himself...but you can call me Axel." He grips my chin and brings his mouth to mine, his sharp teeth stabbing into my lips, hurting me as if I had flesh. In fact, I can feel the blood steadily oozing out of the cuts as he kisses me, his icy tongue lapping up the mess. Then his lips touch mine as he starts to kiss me, and they burn my mouth horribly. I grab onto him desperately, to try and push him away, or to at least ease the burning but I can't even push him an inch away, it feels like I'm trying to move an iron wall.
I swallow and slowly respond to the kiss, not knowing what else to do but remembering the pain in my stomach and how it went away when I followed him. The burning eases immediately and I want to moan with relief. Responding to the kiss begins to feel better and better, the more I kiss him the better he kisses me, the sharp teeth no where near my mouth, but his thin tongue tasting every part of mine.
My thoughts are reeling, feeling so many different things at once and I can't control any. Something inside of me seems to find enjoy this and no matter how hard I try, I can't stop each pleasurable little tingle and the want I'm feeling. Another piece is quivering in fear, the thought of having Satan himself own my soul and having power over me is terrifying.
What I feel the most though, is this crushing sense of failure. I jumped off the balcony to stop existing, yet here I am still in existence. I have so many questions, and so far only one has been answered, and in a way, I feel like I could have done well without the tiny piece of information. He pulls away and licks away the rest of the blood off my lips and chin, but when I look at him, I don't see any red on his face or tongue. I swallow, not tasting any metallic-y fluid, and realizing I must of not been bleeding. It should have been obvious though, I no longer have a mortal body.
When I can speak, it's low and very delayed. "...The Devil? But...what do you want from me? I never did anything bad enough for a personal audience with you!"
My eyes widen hugely and he burst out laughing. The feeling to start bawling my eyes out over takes me and I start to cry, the tears streaming down my face and I put my hands up to cover myself. Axel just stands in front of me, laughing, enjoying every second of my misery. He tangles his fingers in my hair before tugging my face away from my hands and licking away my tears. I cringe, not wanting him to lick me anymore. He buries his nose into my hair instead, and now I wonder what I look like. I feel almost the same as I did when I was human and knowing my luck, it's exactly the same as I did when I died and I'm not transformed into some kind of demon. I'll have the same messy, blonde hair and dull blue eyes.
"Ah, Roxas, it's nothing you've done my darling...I've been watching you for a while now...here, come, let's go to my...office," he pulls away with a smirk only the devil himself could muster before taking off, leaving me to stand there and watch him for the second time. Right away I feel that pressure in the middle of my stomach and Axel turns around, watching me kneel over in pain. "You should hurry up...I wouldn't want some demon to come and take you away as a snack. Your agony really attracts them."
Just when he finishes saying this, I lift my head and notice that I'm surrounded. Things I've never seen before staring back at me with large, monstrous eyes and razor sharp teeth. Mixed in the crowd are a few things that resemble humans. They all have some type of horn sticking out of their heads, some have strange feathered or leathery wings, some have long tails, others have a combination of everything.
I look towards the Devil when I notice I have no way of escaping them, they have all circled me but he doesn't seem too concerned, he just watches curiously. The more demons surround me, the less I can see the redhead.
A deep inhale, someone sniffing at the air, comes from behind me, "Mmm, a suicide...those are always so delectable." I feel a hand curl around my shoulder before I'm pulled up and turned, forced to stare into bright, yellow eyes. "They always come in so fragile, pained by the smallest of things..." The second thing I notice about this demon, is the deep crisscrossing gashes in the middle of his face. They look disgusting and infected, but he isn't at all bothered by them. In place of hair, he has blue fire, that burns down and stops at his shoulders, burning just a little higher on his head. He continues sniffing at the air around me, his nose hovering closely over my skin until coming to the place where Axel's tongue was licking. He stops before pulling away, and looking over the crowd of demons towards Axel. I can't see him anymore, but the look on the yellow eyed demon's face is enough to tell me good, old Satan isn't too pleased with this.
Also, I wonder if all the demons are as tall as him and Axel...if so, I'm probably the smallest thing in hell.
The crowd quickly scatters, some of them vanishing into thin air, others running back into the holes in the burning walls. Axel appears right beside me and staring at the demon with a look of disgust. "Saix, why aren't you on earth?" the demon gives Axel a strange look before turning away and growling something under his breath. I turn to Axel slowly and he grips my arm, tugging me along with him instead of leaving me behind.
I have an awfully hard time keeping up with Axel, but pretty soon we're in front two large, black steel doors. "Where are the human souls? I mean...I can't be the only person in this place!" I pant out as Axel stops in front of the room. He looks over at me and smirks but doesn't say anything. With a loud groan, the doors open and Axel pushes me into the room. I stumble deeper in, quickly trying to get out of arms reach for the devil. When I'm at a good distance from Axel, I'm surprised I don't feel any pain. I look around and slowly realize where we are and I turn to watch as Axel peals off his black coat, dropping it onto table by the doors as they slam shut. I stare at him with wide eyes before he looks towards me and smirks.
"The human souls are kept else where, this is the demons dwelling place..." He can't stop the grin that spreads across his face, my eyes darting all around the room, which is huge with high ceilings, everything of course still made of burning rock.
"This isn't an office..." I blurt out when I spot the large bed, dark satin covers spilling over the edge and piling on the floor. Axel begins to laugh, taking those quick steps before stopping right in front of me.
"No, these are my...chambers," I look into his face, and he's still smirking, making my stomach flip nervously. His chambers...
A/N: Aloha errbody, it's me, Sharmizzer, comin' at cha liiiive with a brand new chapter, hot off the circuits!
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OH YEAH, can anyone tell me if I'm mentioned Roxas' age in this yet? I need to know and I don't remember...herpderp.
Much obliged folks.