Bewitched By The Wicked

Klarion

The halls were never a wonder of beauty; however, that was never a concern of mine whenever I would appear in the very halls that screams originated from. Where the heat of god's rage would reign down upon those who had wronged him. Had I actually died, I had no doubt I would be among those lost souls.

I couldn't say I enjoyed being there, even if the screams of the people Delos the palace walls sent chills up my spine. Something about it barely scratched the itch that trickled down my skin. Like they were getting to my weak point, and the pure pleasure of watching the world burn. I'd been watching the mortals of Earth scream and cry for mercy for centuries. But, even then as I laughed at their anguish, it didn't satisfy me. It angered me actually. It angered me so much I would laugh at the pure rage that engulfed every nerve in my body.

For years I've done this, and yet, I still couldn't figure it out.. So even now standing in literal hell, I couldn't help but want to laugh in fury from it.

To quell the explosive feeling in my gut, I ran my nails through the soft and vibrant fur that wrapped around Teekl.

"Klarion, you're shaking again," A soft feminine voice called out to me. I recognized it all too well. My eyes shifted over to meet deep red ones. Teekl was resting peacefully in my arms as I was walking through the halls. She could always tell when I was in distress. The only one who could really tell what I was thinking.

"Yeah yeah I know." I retorted. I was there for a summons. Normally I dont give what mortals call a rat's ass about this crap, but the ruler of all hell was something I was much more interested in. It's not like we'd met before. So why try to call me to his dumb little throne room.

When I was finally standing before the big man I could understand why he was called Trigon the ruler of hell. Big guy. The multiple eyes were a bit overkill but I refrained from saying anything. As badly as I wanted to laugh over the groin cloth he had on instead of a pair of pants. And the long hair wasn't doing him any favors with sideburns like that.

"Klarion Bleak," The booming voice of the demon king greeted me. If it was meant to shake me, I was otherwise unbothered.

"Just Klarion." I said calmly while letting my heeled shoes click on the stone floor below me.

"That is your name is it not?" He inquired of me. I could be snarky back and watch a guy this high and mighty get off on trying to burn me alive but I also didn't feel like giving the satisfaction of killing me. Not like it would work anyways.

"It is, did you need something of me, your highness~" Whether he sensed my attitude or not, He didn't show it and only stood from the giant fancy chair he'd been perched in.

I watched as he came down from the large perch and felt something strange come over me. It wasn't familiar. For a moment I chalked it up to the big guy coming towards me, but as fast as it came, it vanished. Like a wind brushing petals off the branches of dead sprouts. It was so quick but intoxicating. I glanced down at Teekl for a moment to see if I was only going crazy. She only gazed up at me with a small tilt of her furry head. Easy way to tell me she could feel that too.

It was gone for a short while. The idea of it distracting me from the conversation I was there for. I'd heard a few things about how Trigon would like me to end the lives of a small group in Alaska that were trying to kill his demons up on the surface, or something like that. Didn't hear much more of the reasoning. I could only feel the overwhelming hole that scratched the back of my neck. Aching to chase what it was that had so quickly caught my attention. Nothing catches my eye that quickly. So what the hell was that?