Call Me Satan

3

Wilhelmina's POV

The first interview was a disaster. His name was Stewart and holy fuck. If I'd been the outpost leader here, he'd have been dead a long time ago- wasting precious material was pointless when you could just eat him. I rolled my eyes and finished typing my notes on him, ticking the box to signal he did not secure a place in the sanctuary.

I closed my MacBook and locked it in the desk. I'd taken a large room to use as an office, much to y/n's dislike.

Once locking my office, I made my way back to my room, my heels making my presence known to everyone.

I wasn't sure exactly what it was, but I felt drawn to y/n. She had something about her and I wanted it. Usually, if I wanted something, I got it- one of the many upsides to being the Antichrist I suppose.

I sat in silence in the middle of the uncomfortable bed, which occasionally creaked if I moved too much, when a wave of feeling ran into my room. I felt disgusted by its baby blue tinge, as the cloud circled around the room and started pushing me towards the door.

Feelings were funny things. They could give great hugs sometimes, but could be an absolute pain in the ass at other times and these ones, invading my room then, were a pain in the ass.

I was shoved harshly out of the room by the blue cloud and stood there slightly dazed in my suit and slightly dishevelled hair.

I followed the trail of soft blue smoke down the narrow corridors and stopped outside a black door, where I could hear gentle sobs, which stopped the second I placed my cold hand against the wood.

"Who's there?" A familiar, yet broken voice asked from behind the door.

Y/n.

I was going to stay and make sure she was alright, but the emotions decided to push me away from the room and shoved me back down the corridor and into my chambers, before I was thrown onto the bed and my door slammed shut, the smoke slowly dissipating

"What was wrong with her?" I whispered to the mirror across from me, which flooded black and shattered, letting the fluid ooze out to create two figures of people- one with wings.

No-

She couldn't be-

I watched in fear, as the two people moulded into one, holding each other close, before a wave pulled them apart and then the liquid evaporated into nothing.

I stared at the mirror on the wall, as the glass recollected itself and healed over once more, mocking me with my daunting reflection.

I was shaking slightly, looking at the spot where her memories had been, before I laid back and let sleep finally calm my busy mind.