Demon Hunter [COMPLETE]

Chapter 53 - Deal With The Devil? Hell Nah!

*Raven's P.O.V*

"What are you doing down here?" I demanded, narrowing my violet colored eyes.

"I think the better question is what are you doing here in my territory?" Marcus questioned, leaning on his razor-sharp scythe covered in carvings of strange, ancient symbols.

"I didn't choose to be here willingly," I snapped. "I sacrificed my life jumping into a portal that my two idiotic cellmates created."

Darla stiffened while Ambrose simply rolled his eyes.

Marcus came closer to the door, never once losing eye contact with me. Not gonna lie, it gave me the chills...

"I'm an executioner," he replied, proudly. "I've been tasked with beheading all three of you while Satan and a crowd thirsty for bloodlust watch."

An executioner?!

No wonder the guy likes chopping off limbs, more than your usual demon.

"You must be really happy about that," I shot out, in a sarcastic tone.

"Oh, I am," he said, smirking. "Don't worry Raven, I'll save you for last. Because I like you even after you so cruelly rejected me. Therefore, you can live a little longer than the other two lowlifes, doll."

"Hey!" Ambrose yelled, angrily. "That's not fair! She isn't even a fucking demon."

"No, she's not," Marcus said, flatly. "It would have been better if she was."

I crossed my arms, furious.

"Listen," jackass, "I have no plans of being butchered at your hands. I will get out one way or another," I informed him, through gritted teeth.

His eyes sparkled as a slight smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. "I don't doubt that one bit, Raven."

He looked sideways as if expecting another demon to show up, before looking back at me. "Perhaps I could provide you with another option," he stated, winking.

"Yeah? And what do you have in mind? You want me to hand you an ass beating that you'll remember for generations to come? I'll gladly provide you with one. Just a fair warning, when I start, I'll probably struggle to stop."

Annoyance flashed briefly on his face before he went back to smiling like the fucking twisted evil bastard that he is. "I can send you back to the upper world...if you bind your soul to me for eternity."

OH HELL NAH! NEVER ON MY LIFE! 

I'd rather just be executed, die in hell and float around the place as unwanted ash.

"No."

He nodded.

"Very well," he responded, shrugging his shoulders. "See you next time...at the guillotine."

With a wave of his hand, he spun around and walked off.

When I turned around, Darla grabbed me by the collar and shoved me into the wall, hard.

OOF!

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" she yelled.

"Get off of me!" I pushed her. She stumbled back but managed to regain her composure effortlessly. "What should I have done, huh?"

"You should have lied," she hissed. "Pretended to flirt, have him get us out of here and then we could have used a spell to get back to earth."

"You guys want to go to earth?"

"Honestly you stupid bitch, we have no choice," Ambrose noted, from the corner that he was standing in. He sounded depressed and so done with life. "Living in hell is not an option. At least on earth, we're not sentenced to death."