Chapter 3: Chapter3
#Chapter3
For a moment or two, I was completely dumbfounded, standing in my living room and staring at the man, who comfortable laid on my sofa as if he was actually at home.
His hair and clothes black, his features dangerously familiar. I slowly paced towards my kitchen counter to pull a knife out, while I kept my eyes on the stranger.
/"Who the hell are you?/" I demanded.
/"In this case, the better question is, what am I, dear. /" he corrected me smoothly. His voice was deep, humming and comforting. It was like listening to music, yet his words didn't hold any particular melody to them. I cautiously pulled out one of the knives and scanned him up and down, to see if he was armed anyhow.
Also, I know there was a lot of reasons for me to be more annoyed or scared, but the truth is, whenever someone calls me darling, dear or stuff that you would either tell to your lover or to a child, I just get so pissed of every time. The guy had a sense of ultimate superiority about him, and it made my skin crawl.
/"A serial killer?/" I guessed, and he chuckled and sat up.
/"Wrong; I'm help... Something you are in desperate need of./" I could almost hear my mind clicking with each turn, as I was trying to find out, where have I seen him before, when it all fell into place.
/"You killed Adam, haven't you?/"
/"No, actually, the one who killed that boring little mortal, is you./" he threw himself back onto the sofa, putting his long legs up and letting them hang from the end of the furniture.
/"Don't be ridiculous!/" I don't know why did I feel like rolling my eyes was acceptable in the current situation, but I did. Still holding the knife I slowly walked up to him, glaring at his perfectly calm face.
/"Demons have no power over the mortal world unless they serve their target's desires. I watched you get beaten up a few times before, and you saw me too... But you didn't wish for anything. You were... angry. Irritated... passed out. But this time, you were ready. You wanted him gone, and that was a gift from me/" as he looked up into my eyes, I felt captured by those velvet orbs, in a violent manner. I couldn't look away even when I wanted to.
/"First of all, you are crazy./" I stopped here, not really seeing further explanations of how he killed someone only by touching them, but regardless, I went on /"And second of all I didn't want him to die./" he was quite amused with my remarks, closing his eyes as if he got relaxed just by listening to my internal panic.
/"I'm sure you feel... that you need help/" he purred, not opening his eyes, yet his words somehow got to me.
/"Like I care about a few hits enough, to want help from someone like you... I don't even know you/" a peal of somewhat cynical laughter escaped my mouth.
/"You don't know yourself either, do you/" he interrupted me with a deep, pleasant giggle /"You need help because you are repressing your calling... Yourself, if you will... Probably because you are ashamed of it.../" he disappeared from the couch, and suddenly, I felt him right behind me. He dragged one of his hands through my chest, sending a pleasant shiver down my spine. I turned and slashed towards him with the knife, but he caught my wrist.
/"Don't touch me/" I hissed like an angry cat, but I couldn't wipe his smirk off of his face. He held my hand in the air easily, stepping closer to me again.
/"If you wouldn't want me to, my hand would go through you... I was actually surprised you wanted it so soon... mortals are usually terrified at first... but you, aren't you a little special sort of odd?/" he caressed my jawline with his index finger and a smug look on his face. I turned my head away a little bit, showing that I wasn't very fond of his... touchy behaviour. It made me feel weird and uncomfortable, and... like an itch I couldn't scratch.
/"Adorable... Anyway./" he collected himself, tightening his grasp till I dropped the knife /"Stop resisting me and listen... I'm not your enemy./"
/"I can give you the thing you actually want... Which we both know, isn't a shitty waiter job, and dull university life. Nothing, in your life, is something you desire to be in it... you try to pretend it serves you any joy... but it doesn't.../" he leaned close to me. He had a good head on me, so he had to tilt his head quite down to look me in the eye, but I wasn't intimidated, though I probably should've been.
/"Oh, then, what is that I desire?/" my tone held sarcasm, though I was interested in his answer since he was such an /"expert/" on what I want and what I don't want.
/"Power, most of all. Revenge... violence... I can give you all that... I can make you a king, Seth.../" when he noticed that he caught me off-guard with his guess, his grin widened, and he took it upon himself to crawl deeper into my mind.
/"I can feel, all that you hide inside... I can feel so much hatred it could destroy worlds... You just have to ask... They'll all be at your feet. All those people who you hate so much, it devours you.../" as he leaned down to my ears, it felt like his words are slowly tightening around my neck like a noose. It was hard to breathe, hard to even think clearly after the fantasy he had just offered me. I could never imagine my hatred was so strong, until now that for a moment someone called me out on it, and I let it fill me, even if I didn't want to.
/"What's the catch?/" He smiled at me widely, almost proudly, that I knew enough to know he wasn't trying to help me out of the kindness of his heart.
/"I bring the world to your feet... but you, my dear, will be at mine./" he probably noticed my features turning furious, but it only made him grin wider.
/"You'll be mine. Your soul will belong to me, to do whatever I wish after you die... It's the price you have to pay, for everything you want... /" as he continued, I felt more and more cornered by my own wishes. I wanted to accept so badly. I wanted that fantasy, that he just told me, so strongly, yet submitting myself to anyone's will was beyond impossible and I knew that for sure. My pride almost killed me a few times, and it's sure as hell I can't play lapdog for such an arrogant being.
Gifts
-- Gift
received Weekly Power Status
-- Power
Ranking 
-- Power
stone