+++ Daydreams +++

| Two |

Unknown POV

"Come play with the Prince of Hell, angel." He whispered to me. I was already scared enough that my hands trembled at my sides, but now that he was staring directly at me, a smirk on his face, and those words hanging in the air around us all, I could've almost peed myself. And I think I would have if he didn't distract me by walking towards me.

I saw him blink. And then the pretty bluish colour of his eyes disappeared. A deep, blood red colour replaced them, oceans of impurity, arrogance and evil flowing inside them. I was trapped in his gaze, unable to move as he neared me. I knew that the only reason none of my fellow Hunters made a move to stop him was because they all knew I could fight good. And they all probably thought that I was playing a trick on him, fooling him until he came right in front of me.

But I knew within my soul that I was actually frozen with fear. I just didn't want to admit it.

Beside me, with a protective, nervous hand on the metal door behind us, Rosanna swallowed audibly. I knew she was also waiting for me to do something. I would let her down. I would let them all down when he - the Prince of Hell, Incubus - would splatter all my innards on the walls like they were some sort of gruesome decoration. That morbid, lucid thought hit me with enough force to get me to whimper involuntarily. I saw his smirk widen and his eyes narrow with cunningness. I saw the emotions and darkness in his eyes. I saw every little detail of his flawless, beautifully dark face. He was standing so close I could smell him. He smelt of burning cinders and smoke, and something rich and dark and haunting.

"What? You don't wanna play anymore?" He asked me, his breath unnaturally cool on my face, and his precise, desirable voice low so only I could hear.

"Mary..." Officer Walker said my name, worry and tension evident in his voice. This made Incubus smile wider. And despite my precarious position, I couldn't help but wonder how it was that for someone who was so evil, how he could smile so much - and so widely. Why would God allow someone so wicked to exist? Why would He let someone so beautifully wicked to exist?

"Cat got your tongue, young Hunter?" Incubus teased. I wanted to push him away and run out the door for my life. Why did I think meddling with people who gave up their life to take down demons was a good idea? Why didn't I realize that they were so much worse than I thought!

God allowed this beautiful destroyer to live because He knows that with so much beauty comes so much sin.

"Move away from her!" Officer Walker yelled, his arm raised with a blessed dagger in his hand. He was ready and poised to bring it down on Incubus' back whenever he wanted.

"I thought God would help her." Incubus replied sarcastically, still staring at me with his haunting eyes as he spoke. "I wanted to see His 'light', His 'goodness' shine through her and melt me to wax."

"Shut up!" Officer Walker yelled. "I'll show you His light! But you will only see darkness demon, because there's no way you'll see the light of Heaven!"

"Oh, calm yourself, human." Incubus muttered and stepped away from me, allowing me to exhale the breath I didn't know I had been holding in. He turned his calculating, unnerving gaze away from me and toward Officer Walker. "Don't get your holy grail in a twist."

"Argh!" Officer Walker screamed as he bought the blade down in a clean arc, burying it deep - up to the hilt - in Incubus' shoulder. Incubus didn't scream like we all thought he would. Instead, he had thrown his head back, a snarl frozen on his face, his eyes shut tight as he stood silently frozen with his arms splayed out.

Everton stood still, holding their breaths as we waited for some sort of reaction. We could all see pain etched onto his face; his hands and face had gone white and his whole body stood rigid. After what seemed like hours, he moved. It was the tiniest of movements, almost unnoticeable, but I could see it because I was standing so close.

He exhaled slowly, his chest falling. He twitched his stiff fingers, one by one as if he hadn't moved them in a million years, working his wrists by flexing and moving his hands. He rolled his head around, exhaling still as he did. It looked like he was meditating but I doubted that a demon could find peace.

He stopped rolling his head and let it hang limply, doing the same with his arms. We all stood in silence while we had watched him 'unfreeze', confusion and terror on all our faces. I heard some people suck in air, others swallow and gasp as we all watched. Incubus stood in the centre of the small room, Officer Walkers dagger still protruding grotesquely from his shoulder. I took a faltering step backward, crashing into the metal behind me as Incubus raised his arm, slowly and purposefully, his sedated movements making it look like he was stuck in water.

He reached the opposite hand he was raising toward the hilt that stuck out of his body, gripping it with so much force that his knuckles turned white and a sickening snap resounded around the tension filled, and quiet room.

I grimaced at the sound but, realized that it wasn't his bones that had broken...it had been the hilt of Officer Walkers dagger. He...broke a blessed blade? He touched a blessed blade? He isn't screaming in pain either! But how... I wondered frantically in my head.

We all watched on with mortification as Incubus dropped the broken hilt to the tiles floor, blackish blood staining it. He proceeded - without hesitation - to dig his bloodied fingers into the pale flesh of his shoulder, grabbing ahold of the metal blade itself with his thumb and forefinger. I watched on, my eyes glued to the gory scene without my own consent, as Incubus steadily pulled the bless metal out of his shoulder.

His bright, scary eyes had been shut the entire time, but now, I noticed, they were open. They were staring at the ground where the hilt lay, as he continued to pull the blade out of his shoulder. They were empty pits of red and showed no emotion in them. I don't understand why they scared me more than the ones with insanity and wickedness in them.

He let out a deep breath with a small sigh as the metal came out of his shoulder, dripping thick, fat drops of black blood onto the white ceramic floor. I heard one of the other girls whimper as Incubus looked up, away from the hilt he had been staring at. He looked directly at Officer Walker, his eyes just as blank as they had been before, and his face mirroring them.

"You've got me in a really bad mood now." He spoke, his voice a little raspy. "But you underestimated me. Do you want to know one last secret before I rip out your eyes and make your brain bleed through the gaping holes?"

"Y-you...you - you..." Officer Walker stuttered as he stared at Incubus with wide eyes.

"God cannot help you now. Because his weapons and 'power' don't even scratch my surface."

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I'm sorry the fight/death scene are taking so long to come...but they will in the next chapter! ;)

(You guys were supposed to read this chapter TWO days ago but Wattpad was having problems with me :/ sorry about that!)

Anyway! Tell me how you guys liked it and if you're ready for the epically gross, freaky-as-shït scene that's coming up! Because we all know that I'm a teenage psycho >;) XOXOXO