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Hell Bent On Love

By: afallenblackrose

Chapter Four:

Defying the Devil

Serenity, get a hold of yourself! A part of my brain began to scream at me as I stood there openly staring at the gorgeous hunk of…NO. I found myself mentally saying again. I snapped out of the hypnotic stare I had sunk myself into, and turned my back on Endymion. Now, able to think clearly, I tried to remember what exactly he had asked me before I had gone totally blissed out blank. Is something not to your liking? Right. The clothes. Duh. I sighed and found my hands sifting through the dresses on the rack in front of me. Pulling one particular slutty number off the rack, I held it out and turned back to him. His blue eyes were still watching me with interest and the smirk that he had on his face, was now pulled into what I believed to be a smile.

"Is it not in the color that you prefer?" He asked examining the dress that I picked. I shook my head in annoyance. Seriously? That's what he thought was the matter? The dress wasn't in the color that I wanted? MEN! They absolutely, one hundred fucking percent, don't understand what goes on in a women's mind! I snatched the dress out of his grasp.

"Actually," I replied my tone a little cold. "The color's just fine. It's the style that…" I trailed off as I looked at the dress, trying to find the right word to describe the miniscule cloth. "Displeases me. In fact, all these dresses are absolutely horrible. You don't actually think I would wear these, do you?"

"If you want, you could wear nothing at all," he replied his eyes now roaming over every curve and inch of my body. "I just thought you had a sense of modesty that you wanted to uphold. But if you'd rather walk around here naked, I, for one, would certainly not mind at all." He grinned, and I instantly felt my jaw drop. Just because I didn't want to wear his slutty prom gowns he thought that I wanted to walk around hell, naked? Oh that son of a bitch…would he ever have another thing coming.

"You're despicable," I ground out, my teeth clenched.

"No, honey, I'm the Devil," his grin grew wider. "But I'd rather you call me Endymion, makes things a bit easier, don't you think? Now, what really seems to be the trouble here, Serenity? It can't be the dresses, because honestly, these are quite lovely, if I do say so myself." He fingered the dress that I still held in my hand. But I really didn't care about the dress, at the moment. Oh no, I was more in tune to the fact that Endymion was in such a close proximity to me. And man, was it ever doing strange things to my head and uh…. well, you get the picture. I blinked myself out of the mental fog. Really, how many more times could this guy do that to me? And held up the dress for his inspection.

"You call this a dress?" I asked him. "There isn't enough cloth, and honestly looks like something strippers would wear. As I've said before, I am not wearing this!" I flung the dress in his face and turned to stalk out of the closet when his arm snatched out and grabbed my wrist. He yanked me back and I soon found myself pulled flush against his body. Those deep azure blue eyes now looked almost black with his rage. Somewhere deep inside me, I was quivering in fear. The grip he held on my wrist was like iron, and only seemed to intensify the more I struggled to be free.

"How dare you?" He seethed. "I saved you from an eternity of whipping and horrible work in the deepest circle of hell. I gift you magnificent dresses that any girl under the sun would more than happily wear if I were to give them to her, but you throw it in my face. You openly defy me, Serenity, and I will not stand for this flippant smart-ass tone any longer. You owe your soul to me. You are mine." His lips crashed down on mine, and I'm not sure if it was because we were both angry, but something fueled that kiss and made it the hottest thing I've ever experienced in my life. His lips pressed harshly against mine, willing them to move in synch with an equal fervor to his. His grip relaxed on my wrist so he could snake his arms around my waist. I hate to say this, but I leaned into that kiss and let him do those things to me. I kissed him back just as harshly. My hands wound themselves into that thick raven hair of his, and when his tongue slid along my bottom lip to beckon entrance into my mouth, I humbly obliged. But it wasn't until his hand began to hike up my dress that the full weight of the words he said hit me.

Wait one goddamned minute. What exactly did he mean that I was his? Sure, the guy saved me from an eternity of horrible whippings and blistering work in the deepest circle of hell. And yeah, I might have owed him for doing that. But since when does that automatically qualify me as being owned by the devil? Last I checked I was still my own person who had feelings and could think for herself. I was nobody's property, and the Devil was about to learn that the hard way. But how was I going to get away from those oh so tantalizing lips? I did the only thing I could think of.

I kneed him in the groin.

He hadn't been expecting it, and his lips left mine as he crumpled over holding himself. He looked up at me with a pained expression on his face. I smiled treacherously as I stood over him, my hands on my hips.

"How dare I?" I replied to him, my voice unwavering. "No, how dare you. How could you think that just because you 'saved me' from an eternity of hardships that you owned me? I hate to break it to you, Endymion, but I don't care much for being owned." I turned on my heel and walked away from him. Did I feel bad for hurting him? Maybe just a tiny bit, but come on! The guy thought he owned me like I was some kind of piece of property. I don't care if he is the Devil, he still deserved what he got. But even as I tried to make myself feel better for kneeing the guy in the groin, I knew that I might have taken things a little bit too far. He did have a point. I was supposed to be his mistress of hell for the next eternity.

Oh hell…guilt got the better of me and I debated whether or not I should turn back and make sure that he was okay. But I knew that we probably needed the time apart to cool down. I made my way to the door and just as I opened it I heard a gasp of surprise. Lita and the others were standing on the other side of the door looking at me in amazement.

"What? Is there something on my face?" I asked them trying to figure out what exactly they were staring at. Then I remembered the smooch fest that Endymion and I had shared. My lips were probably all red and swollen. No wonder they were staring at me.

"No, that's not it," Mina exclaimed looking at the others.

"Even though, now that you've mentioned it," Amy said. "Your lips are awfully swollen. What have you been up to in there?" She peered around me to get a good look into the room that was now mine and Endymion's. I closed the door behind me, which only raised their suspicions.

"Oh, wow, Serenity," Raye laughed. "Aren't you quick?"

"Raye, don't antagonize the poor girl," Lita interceded but couldn't help but smile at the blush that had risen on my cheeks. They were already thinking the worst of me. But I had every intention of putting them in their place and telling them what had really happened between the Devil and I over dinner.

"So, what did you mean before?" I asked Mina trying to change subjects.

"Oh, well, we just found it kind of strange that you seemed to open the door just as Lita was about to knock. It was like you already knew that we were coming to get you for dinner."

"Speaking of…"

After we had been lead into a massive dining room and had been served platters of food that made all of us salivate and eat to our hearts content, I told the girls what had really happened between the Devil and I. Mina looked shocked (but I was really starting to believe that look was normal for the girl) while the other three just kind of smiled at each other. Wondering what could possibly be so funny about all of this I waited until they noticed my disbelief.

"Oh, Serenity," Amy said. "You have to understand, Endymion became the Devil a good five hundred years ago. He is still used to the ways and practices of the 1500s. He isn't used to women being their own person."

"Five hundred years ago?" I repeated my mouth open in shock. If he truly became the Devil in the 1500s then that explained the way he had acted. The guilt that I had felt earlier for kneeing Endymion in the groin was starting to come over me again and I instantly cursed myself. Ugh. Damn my conscious. "How did Endymion become the Devil anyway?"

"Well," Raye said looking uncomfortable at the question. "I think it might be best if you asked him that question. We don't really know the details, and if he wants to tell you he will." I nodded my head, and decided that if we ever became friends I would ask him. But right now was definitely not the time for that. The door to the dining hall opened and the other four masters walked in. They had smiles on their faces when they saw us sitting at the table.

"Well, hello, ladies," Jadeite said. "I hope we aren't interrupting your meal?" He grinned cockily at us, and seeing the deep blush on Raye's cheeks I understood why. We returned the smiles the other three masters bestowed upon us, and we hastily let them join us for what was left of our dinners. Out of all of us, Mina seemed to be the most uncomfortable, and I could only hazard a guess as to why. She probably hadn't seen Kunzite since the sentencing earlier and was feeling a bit awkward…or at least flushed.

"So, what nasty tales have our ladies been spinning to you, Serenity and Mina?" Nephrite asked taking Lita's hand in his. I couldn't help but smile at the small show of affection, and felt a small pang of jealousy. Where had that come from? I couldn't help but muse, and decided that I would analyze this new information later.

"We've just been discussing Endymion's first interaction with Serenity," Amy explained. "They got into a fight."

Jadeite whistled. "Already? What did you do to him?"

I repeated my story from earlier and was amazed that the other masters seemed to understand where I was coming from. At the end of my tale, Kunzite and Zoicite seemed to hang their heads in shame, while Jadeite shook his head and Nephrite said, "The Devil seems to have learned nothing over the last five hundred years. Don't feel bad about this, Serenity. Endymion is set in his old ways and I'm afraid he doesn't know better. At least not yet."

"I think it's a good thing that you've come into his life," Jadeite commented. "Endymion could use a girl like you."

"A girl like me?" I asked confused by his statement.

"Yes, a girl who could give the Devil a run for his money," he explained. "No wonder he was so determined to witness your sentencing. He must have known he would find you."

I sat there speechless. The way they were speaking it sounded as if the Devil had been waiting for me for over five hundred years. But how had he known that I was coming in this sentencing? How had he known that the mistress of hell that he had been looking for was me? For the first time in my life I found myself in the middle of something that I didn't fully understand. If the mistresses and the masters noticed my lapse into silence they didn't mention it, and seemed to change the subject. I didn't really listen to what they were talking about, my thoughts more centered on a certain Devil.

When we finally adjourned to return to our rooms, Lita snaked out of Nephrite's grasp to walk next to me. A comforting hand was placed on my shoulder, shocking me, and forcing me back to the present. I looked up into her warm hunter green eyes. She was looking at me sympathetically. "We probably shouldn't have told you all of that. I know it must be a lot to take in, considering all the stuff that you've been through today."

"It is a lot to take in, but I don't know. Is it strange to feel something towards someone you haven't known for more than twenty-four hours?"

"If you're asking if it's natural to have feelings towards the Devil," she said. "I can't answer that. For all of us it was different. Raye and Amy didn't feel an instant attraction to Jadeite and Zoicite. In fact, they both hated them and swore that they would never have any other feeling towards them." We both looked back to where Jadeite and Raye were pressed against the wall whispering things to each other. Amy and Zoicite were holding hands and smiling at the other. Lita and I exchanged looks and giggled. "It's different for everyone, but no matter what happens, Serenity. I need you to know that it isn't horrible if you do have feelings for the Devil. In fact, it would be wonderful." She gave me a squeeze hug and left me at the familiar red door. Waving to everyone, I turned and opened the door.

The room hadn't changed from when I left it. The stilettos on my feet were killing me, and I leaned down to unbuckle the straps. I slipped them off and let my bare feet touch the carpet. It was soft and felt wonderful. I padded through the room and went back to the bedroom. It was the same as the living room. Nothing was changed. My footsteps seemed to falter as I neared the closet. I didn't know what I would find when I walked in there. But….

Oh, come on, Serenity! Get a hold of yourself. You're not a teenaged girl anymore. If he is still in there deal with it, if he's not, oh well. I sighed and walked into the closet. This room was different from when I left it. Endymion wasn't on the floor, hell, he wasn't even in the room. The rack of slutty dresses was still there, but as I filtered through them, they weren't the slutty dresses anymore. They were more appropriate. I picked one off the rack and held it up to the light. The fabric wasn't see through, and it reminded me of the dress I was wearing right now, only it was more flattering. I placed the dress back on the rack and sifted through the rest of them. None of them were the slutty dresses from before. He had replaced them.

"I hope these are more to your liking?" The Devil asked from behind me. I turned and found him standing with his arms crossed by the door. The smirk he had worn the last time was gone. He now wore a softer expression, and his eyes almost looked like he was pleading with me to accept him. My heart melted a little at the sight, but my common sense fought to stay in control.

"Yes, thank you," I replied. He kept his eyes on me, making me feel a tad bit uncomfortable. "Look, about earlier…" I trailed off not sure where to go from there. I wasn't used to apologizing to people. It was unknown territory for me.

"I'm sorry," he interrupted me as if he knew what I was thinking.

"I'm…uh…wait. What?" I turned back to him. His arms were now uncrossed and he had left the doorway. He was now walking towards me, and I instantly felt myself squirming inside. I still hadn't figured out what it was about him in close proximity that made me lose my train of thought.

"I'm sorry for how I behaved earlier," he repeated again. "I'm not sure how much the other mistresses and masters told you, but I'm not used to the ways of this time period."

"Oh…uh…well, they might have mentioned something about that," I said trying to avoid his gaze. I could seriously drown in those deep blue eyes if I wasn't careful.

He chuckled, "I figured they might, but then I hope you can understand why I acted the way that I did earlier." That pleading look in his eyes returned and I felt my heart warm up to him more. Five hundred years was a long time to be alone with out a companion, and the moment he found someone he had almost lost her.

"I understand it," I said breaking the silence. "But I still stand by what I said before. I don't care much for being owned."

"Yes, I…uh…got that message loud and clear," he smiled weakly and I felt my face flush at the memory of what I had done to him. Sure, it might have been a little extreme, but I wasn't quite ready to do that with him just yet. Even though my body was jumping at the chance…

"I'm sorry about that, by the way. I hope I didn't hurt you?"

"No more than what I deserved, I expect," he shook his head and took my wrist that he had grabbed earlier in his hands. I hadn't noticed but a faint purple was now covering my usually white skin. "Does this hurt?"

"Not really," I replied staring back at his blue eyes.

"I really need to stress how sorry I am, Serenity," he said. "After everything that you have been through already today, I shouldn't have forced myself on you. I hope that you can forgive me?" Those eyes pleaded again, and I knew that I was already a goner.

"Just as long as it doesn't happen again, Endymion."

"I swear to you that it won't," he smiled at me. "Now, I trust that you have had a long day and are in need of a shower. So I shall leave you." He took my hand and brought it to his lips. My face flushed again and he disappeared in a flash of flame. I faltered backwards and took the hand that he had kissed and held it to my heart. It was beating abnormally fast, and I knew that this could only mean one thing.

I was in love with the Devil.