Dancing With The Devil (#Wattys2015)

Chapter 4: Interlude

Long nails, painted a black that would never fade, scraped the rough heated walls. She seemed to love the heat, after all she did dwell there for ages. She'd lost count. Of course this was her kingdom, her slaves. She was the queen. But the power of a king dominates that. Doesn't it?

A long slit in her dress straight up to above mid-thigh revealed as much skin as she thought would tempt him. The king yet she bowed to no one. This would start a war that both parties thought was amusing and carried it on for centuries until they grew bored.

"Here I am Lord. It is I Lord. I have heard you calling in the night.." her words trail off as she looks at him, seated on a throne that seemed uncomfortable but made from the bones of betrayers and men with ambitious souls. She had gained his attention though not with her words but her body.

"Ah, Lillith!" His face forced a smile that she knew was fake but she moved closer, her long black hair over her shoulders. She moved quick, like a shadow, and her predictable choice of clothing suited the movements.

"My darling boy, Lucifer. You seem so... lost." She grabbed his chin with long slender digits, turning his head from the pits that stood before them to her. Oh, how she craved his attention. "Spending all your time up there. What is your business? Is your kingdom no longer fit for you?" His eyes bore into hers but she glared back with equally icy hues. Before the march, the fall and the creation, they were siblings by the blood of God. Bound by a love so strong that they believed they could conquer the heavens. Now they've built a kingdom of their own.

"What is it that you want?" He snapped. "More clothing that covers too much? Just for me to -- or have you finally come to wash my feet with your hair?" The biblical irony was enough to get a hearty laugh out of the heartless being that she was as she sat herself on the armrest of the throne and he immediately snaked his hand possesively around her.

She loved the feeling of being his favorite even though she would be worshipped with or without him.

"Or have you run out of play things and come crying to daddy for more?"

His face expresses false pitty and she raises her hand to smack his head but stops, knowing the consequences.

"Curiosity, love." her eyes stray from his to the pits that span below them. "Since the banishment of your son, a mere, what? Fifteen years? You've gone distant again."

"Nineteen..and it is none of your buisness. Why put your head where it doesn't belong? Why not get down on your knees and put it where it does?" His tone was cocky, his lips playing a smirk. Her frost blue orbs rolled in pure annoyance. "Has he stirred up trouble?" She raised a brow as she asked.

"You think I'd give a fuck? Or do you believe that cunt could faze me? You are mistaken."

"But Damien has the power!"

"And I am the danger! Now if you're not here to show me a good time, leave! I'll have the lost ones of my choosing sent to your chambers."

"Or you yourself could come," she leaned down, his grip tightening on her as she kissed just the corner of his lips then got up, slipping between his fingers like grains of sand and she was off.

The devil himself was left alone with his thoughts of his distraction, his son, and the power that now shakes his kingdom. As the black fabric that trailed behind her was out of sight, he leaned back. One hand picking at the bones on the throne and the other propped by the elbow on the armrest, his temple resting on his fingers. Deep aquamarine hues stared deep into the pits.

Flames. Flames. Lost souls.

The black hands that will never burn away clawed upward and he loved the suffering, the sound of pleading souls crying out to a God they turned their backs on. He was their god now. Yet this girl...with hair like the flames that danced in his eyes. Perhaps soon she'd dance with him too.

(A/N) Here we are, a new setting takes the stage, and this short interlude tells of two new characters, what's to come? Are we foreshadowing? - Octo