See You in Hell

Restless

A few weeks went by uneventfully. Christine went to work and hung out with Ash and her friends, as usual. Ash had started to immerse himself more into human things, like those romance novels Christine read, and soapy TV shows. Christine wondered if he'd ever go back to Hell. Not that she wanted him to. She'd been having her cake and fucking it, too for too long to give up Ash. She was living too comfortably with him.

As usual, Christine slept, and Ash sat there next to her. He rarely slept in the human world. Demons didn't normally sleep. He was reading a book, working on his studies as she slept. The clock turned 3:00 in the morning, and Ash started to hear a ghostly voice. His ears perked up as he looked up from his book.

The voice was sweet and melodic on his ears as it called his name out.

Ash looked over at Christine sleeping peacefully. Was it stupid to follow the voice? Sure, but the other option was to sit there and let it come to him. To them. To Christine. Whatever trick this was, he wouldn't allow it to hurt her. He set the book on the nightstand and picked up the blade he kept there.

"Asmodeus," the voice whispered again. Ash paused when he realized the voice was speaking in his native tongue. This wasn't a human. Of course not, it was some creature of Hell coming for him, no doubt at his father's command. He walked into the kitchen. No need to turn on the light when he could see in the dark. He took a breath, then opened the front door.

"Heytie?" Ash dropped the blade in shock. His best friend from University, whom he hadn't seen since he came to Earth, was standing in front of him. Her black hair was in two pigtails on the top of her head, and she bowed momentarily, as was customary in Hell.

"Well," Heytie smiled, "Can I come in?"

"Of course," Ash stepped aside and allowed her inside. "Be quick."

"I won't stay long, Ash." Heytie's voice sounded like music, and Ash realized Christine probably wouldn't want her here.

"Why are you here?"

"Well," Heytie eyed the blade on the counter, taking a step closer to Ash as he backed up, "I want you."

"Me? What do you want with me?"

"Ash," Heytie sighed, "You're so blinded by this human, you can't see what we could do for Hell. We had plans, Ash. It's time to put your desire aside and do what's right."

"You sound like him," Ash said, "My father. I don't want to hear it."

"I was afraid you'd say that." Heytie frowned, "Now we have to do this the hard way."

"What's the hard way?" Ash asked.

Heytie vanished. Ash's eyes widened. The knife was gone. He ran to the bedroom, and saw Heytie sitting on the edge of the bed, while Christine slept.

"Heytie, stop. You don't have to hurt her."

Heytie's eyes changed color to a glowing red. Ash's stomach dropped. In all the time he'd known her, Heytie couldn't do that. Only the most powerful succubi had glowing red eyes. Heytie had studied to become a succubus at the University, sure, but she'd never gotten to that level.

"Who are you?" Ash asked. "Drop the fucking facade."

He watched as she changed in front of him, a flash of light and suddenly Heytie was gone. In her place was a carbon copy of Christine, with red eyes instead of blue.

"Stop it!"

"Why? Don't you like this?" she laughed. Another blink of light and she was a grotesque looking creature with silver hair, wings, and horns. "Happy?"