The Archfiend's Escort

Chapter 1

People often told me that love was placed in the heart.

"I love you with all my heart." That statement just didn't make sense. You could get a new heart and still have feelings for another, cant you? It wasn't until I met him when I realized that it was not with the heart, the mind, or any organ possible. Love is with the soul. It's nature, not nurture. It's whatever is destined to be, will be.  My mind didn't start to understand this until my own was stolen from me.

Now I know what you're thinking. 'What??'

If only I hadn't met the wrong guy at the right time. When I handed over my soul, I was going through a particuarily rough time, and I was running out of options. My brother was losing his life from a car accident months ago. The doctor gave him three months to live.

I first got the call from my parents mid summer. It was an early, chilly Sunday morning; the one day I had off. Jeffrey had just gotten his license; he was a pretty reckless driver. Of course he gets too confident one day and runs my father's black Camero into a brick wall, which they wouldn't reach him until almost an hour later. Retraction took longer. As soon as I heard I drove the long three hour drive to the MAYO clinic in Minnesota, and got there barely in time to hear the verdict on his situation.

The doctor whom I never learned his name let my parents in the dark white room first. A nurse directed me to the place where I would spend hours waiting in my lifetime. This was the place where hundreds, maybe thousands have died. Thinking back, I shouldn't have been so surprised when the devil appeared at my side.

Now most people would think he was an old and angry grim looking guy, with ratted dark hair and a darker grin. Only truth there was the grin, but that was more of a smirk. Upon his lean but broad shoulders was an obsidian coat with an undershirt of an even darker color. His golden blonde hair lightly shaded his eyes that were a crimson red; they were magnificent. He spoke of a deal where my brother would get to keep his soul inside of his body in exchange for mine. I heard Jeff's name called, but the man in black did not leave.

"So, darling. How about that deal."
He was close now: enough to feel his breath on my lips. That was another thing people got wrong. It wasn't like nails in your throat, but like lilacs on velvet sheets— heavenly. After all, he was an angel once. I looked into the soulless eyes of his and whispered a word only audible for us to hear,

"Deal."

An amused grin appeared on his face quickly before disappearing as fast as as it came, and he too whispered back the word. Next thing I know lips are on mine, and he was gone.

"Roselyn? Honey, come here. Jeff's waiting for you."

My mom appeared in from of me. Walking down the walls took forever, and when I finally got there nothing was different than every godforsaken TV show out there. He was in his own world. His own vegetable state. I rolled my eyes thinking it was all a joke and went to be with the boy who's death was inevitable.

Nothing changed for the next painfully long two weeks. He stayed the same, we all prayed, and I felt stupid for letting an asshole kiss me. On the third week though, I woke up feeling completely strange. My body was wrapped in this fuzzy feeling like my insides were just water. It was definitely not a pleasurable feeling. My bed was very great though. Everyone always called it a cotton ball underneath you with a cloud on top. I was in complete peace, and then my phone rang.

"Hey, mom. Whats up?"

"Roselyn, baby? You'll never believe it! It's Jeffery! He woke up!" My eyebrows rose automatically—puzzled, but I successfully faked my enthusiasm for her. Well, it wasn't exactly fake.