IX: The Visit
I stare around the apartment, looking at the pictures hanging in a row above the television set. The clock ticks slowly on the wall, the constant sound slowly beginning to annoy me and I consider for a second throwing it out the window, but I stay seated, patiently waiting for who I've come to see. I've been watching Sora and his wife for a while, I've known the man since he was a mere child and though I never felt drawn to him, I've made it a habit to drop in every now and then. There's been quite a few humans lucky enough to get my full attention, the rest not so much. The unfortunate ones have to deal with other demons, who are always more than happy to cause mayhem. However, I've never interfered with the brunette's life before now. His soul means nothing to me, but it is a soul regardless and I'll take any extra I can get. Of course, I obtained Roxas' soul effortlessly, like so many before his and yet, I feel this strange obsession with it. Never in my existence have I felt this, no other soul has ever driven me so berserk. There is something wrong with me, and of that I'm sure but the only one who knows just what, is being a tight lipped bastard about it.
People on Earth have a very warped perception on my relationship with their God, and though I don't necessarily adore old Hosanna, there's no hard feelings for what he's done to me. Like, toss me out of Heaven and all that. Besides, if he weren't around, I'd have all of these dumb humans to myself and were would the fun be in that? I like to hunt down his loyal followers and make it very clear to them that, while their precious God does exist, he isn't going to save them from me. Bless Him though because He tries, He does his part but humans are just so damn stupid. Not to mention, their brains are like clay. You can do whatever you want with them, shape them into whatever monster fits your fancy and they'll just go along with it. So impressionable, I'd say and that makes my job so much easier.
I hear the lock on the door, sliding out of place and I shift on the couch, knowing they'll never see me sitting here, watching them so closely, but maybe the man might sense it. Of course as soon as the lights flick on, Sora notices his crucifix is in the garbage. "Kairi, did you do this?" He turns and stares at her angrily, the woman leaning against the wall, looking pale and about to vomit. I smirk as she sways a little, turning her head slowly to face her husband, who is still watching her, expecting an answer. That little deed was done of course, by none other than me, but Sora has no clue. He's been at work all day, and Kairi has been fucking and drinking herself into oblivion with some junkie she met at a bar. She doesn't know about his drug habit yet though.
"No, I didn't...but I should next time," Her words come out raspy and heavy, the letters seem to leave her mouth slowly, dribbling down her chin like slobber. The man turns without saying anything and plucks the wooden cross from the waste and places it back on the wall, spineless. I frown at his back before Kairi makes a strange sound from her place, and suddenly empties the contents of her stomach all on the floor and on the front of her pretty, pink dress. I stand off the couch, the smell burning my sensitive nose and I shift around Sora as he rushes to his wife's side, grabbing a hand full of her hair and holding it away from her face. I would love it if he'd just snap right now and smash her head into the wall over and over again, making her a bloody mess but I know he won't do anything like that. The man is a complete fool, and I say this because his drunken wife is a whore, using her sister as an alibi to get her fill of dick, but poor Sora is oblivious to this. I don't see how, I can smell the sex off her from here and I'm sure that hag's pussy's like a wizard's sleeve by the time he gets to it. If he even does.
"Let's get you to bed," he says softly and she smacks his hands from her hair, stumbling away from the wall and in the direction of their bedroom. She stops, just half way there and turns to look at the man, as he stays standing there watching her saunter off. I examine his face, waiting for that certain change that happens just before a human murders another, that glossy look in their eyes or a piercing stare. Sora's face looks sad and more like an abandoned stray than a serial killer. Almost like he's about to cry and I realize then, he's a lot weaker than his brother. It took me a lot of work to push Roxas to suicide, and while I kept stepping in and ruining every chance at happiness he'd get, he took quite a bit before deciding living wasn't worth the effort. With this man, I'd probably get him to kill himself within a week, if I really wanted to...but I guess that's the difference. I'm in no rush to have Sora in hell, so I might as well start things off slowly, create a sort of snowball effect. I'm sure the wait will be worth it.
"I'm not going to work tomorrow, so don't wake me up," The woman's sentence would be short, if she were sober enough of course, but it takes a few tries to get it all out. My easy understanding of her drunken slurs comes from decades of experience, the entire planet becoming just a touch more interesting when humans discovered how to get shit faced. Alcohol really does make my work easier (and much more entertaining), so they're spot on when they say so. Finally, the drunk bitch disappears into the darkness of the apartment and we hear their door slam shut. Sora shifts but doesn't actually move and I decide now's a good time as any to make my presence known. The crucifix trembles before fully falling out with the nail and I watch the terror spread across the man's thin face. I realize he mustn't be eating or sleeping much since my last visit, the dark rings under his eyes really accent his sunken cheeks nicely. The light begins to flicker as well before fully turning off and making it hard for him to see.
"A-Axel?" He chokes out, a trembling hand reaching for his pocket and I watch the beads of a rosary slowly slip out as he lifts it and holds it tightly in his grasp. I chuckle before reaching out and grabbing it, and when his eyes widen, I know he can see me standing right in front of him. I clasp the delicate beads, and they start to smoke in my palm, until I realize they're melting into my skin.
"Tsk, I'm going to smell like old nun for a week," I peel the destroyed rosary off my hand and toss it onto the floor, Sora still frozen in front of me, tears streaming down his face and I haven't even touched him yet.
"What are you doing here again?" He's so hysterical, I'm surprised he's even forming sentences and I just shrug my shoulders, rolling up the long sleeves of my robe. "Leave me alone...I don't want to know anything more about my brother!" It sounds like it hurts him to mention his dead brother and I smile softly at him, reaching out and tousling his hair. He cringes away, whimpering and cowering from me like I've beat him or something. Not even Roxas, who I've actually struck, winces like that when I draw near. I roll my eyes, before grabbing his chin forcefully and turning his face to look directly at me. It takes him a few seconds, but finally he focuses through the dark and realizes we're face to face.
"You already know it all though," I smile even more when he shuts his eyes, I can feel him trembling, his jumping pulse in the palm of my hand and the fear is coming off him in tidal waves. Poor Sora, he has no idea how much worse it can get. "Don't you, Sora?" His eyes slowly slide open and as soon as they make contact with mine, I know he won't look away again.
"Please...it hurts too much," The tears are starting to dampen my hand, and I let him go. Without my support it seems he can't stand, and he collapses, dropping to the floor like his legs have given out on him and covering his face. I don't have to stop time, or worry about his wife waking up like last time. She's so intoxicated, I'll be surprised if she even wakes up at all tomorrow morning. "I never thought he'd...kill himself...my God, it's all my fault," Sora is still wailing on the floor and I crouch beside him, throwing my arm around his shoulder like we're two old time friends.
"No, you never thought at all did you?" He shakes his head, and makes a weird sound in his throat. When people cry, it fascinates me, seeing as I'm the devil and I've never cried once. In fact, I'm not even sure if I'm capable of doing it, so watching others is really quite the treat. I lean close and lick the tears off his left cheek, the high pitched whimper is even more delicious than the pain. "You never thought, that because of you, your brother would be damned for all eternity. No, instead you just forgot about him and went on to live a perfect little life," He pulls away, crawling quickly across the floor on his hands and knees and I watch him, not standing up just yet. He stops, pressing himself against the wall and using it to stand up. He turns on the kitchen light, and this is the first time he's seen me clearly. I smirk, standing slowly before making my way up to him. This entire time, he's crying. Where are all these tears coming from? Is he really is such pain over his brother? I decide it would be a shame to let perfectly good tears go to waste, so I trap him against the wall to lick them all away. This makes him cry harder, and I love it. Suddenly, he shoves me away and I'm shocked that he actually manages to put some distance between our bodies.
"My life is not perfect...since you told me, everything's gone wrong! I can barely function with all this guilt! It's ruining my job, my marriage, my relationship with my parents! Get out of my house, you demon! Leave me alone with my grieving," he shuts his eyes, clasping his hands together and he does what I was hoping he wouldn't. He starts to pray. That can only mean he still has faith in God, and that God is going to send some guardian angel to banish me or something. I laugh loudly in his face, covering both of his small hands with a large one of my own and shutting off the lights. For effect, mostly.
"Your praying isn't going to help you, just like it didn't help your brother."
A/N: Dear Mary and The Baby Jesus, this took me at least three different versions to spit out a slightly good one. It doesn't help that I'm feeling really sick lately.
I actually got most of the plot figured out for TD'sT the other night while vegetating on my bed, so if no one's lost interest...I'm letting you guy's know, this one's most likely going to be finished!
The inspiration for this chapter came from a line in my favorite TV show. A wizard told this guy "It's extremely hard for demon's to cry." And I was like "Pfft duh!"
And then...BAM! The chapter and the plot ideas came from the sky! -bathes in the glory-
I'm really working my butt off for all my other stories too, after they were all deleted, it really threw me off.
I'm no where near recovering everything I've lost, but I'm getting back into the groove and that's what counts right?
It also helps that you guys are all so damn epic.
Keep rockin', and remember...Inter-species relationships are weird and Fish Oil tablets really help prevent killer hangovers.
The Wisdom that is, Sharmander.