Love's Not Void

Chapter 11:

They arrived at their destination, sooner than Kimberly would have liked.

Hey, at least she can die seeing a great view! Oh wait...she's surrounded by ancient stones that reflect colors when touched by light (whatever that means). Not to mention, she's not going to meet these guys here. In fact, she's not going to be conscious.

"Wish me luck." She paused before entering the center. Turning to Rai, she handed him her phone and headphones.

"I bequeath these to you if I die. If I come back, they're still mine."

As she walked in the middle of the circle, she sat down.

"Hello~ I'd like to meet my psychopathic soul-sucking devils, please."

And she was out like a light.

She opened her eyes to see nothing too special. She was back in that dark room.

Surprisingly enough, she was still sitting on the floor. She thought for sure that she'd wake up, lying on the ground like last time. Maybe it's because she sat down before she passed out?

Large flames up roared from the ground, all of which were her hosts.

The green flame appeared in front of her. As it grew, it began to take shape. Eventually, it turned into the most sadistic devil here, Froud.

Still sitting, she looked up at him with a blank expression.

"My name is Froud. I'm the devil of joy."

"Let's just get this over with. I know all of your names."

"Such a kill-joy," he muttered. Stepping forth, he placed a hand on her shoulder.

Immediately, desperate cries and screaming entered her mind. Multiple voices were running through her mind, crowding her thoughts until one word processed through her head.

Kill.

No. None of that. She has to be level-headed here.

"Humans always let out pathetic screams before they die. Isn't it beautiful? Chose me."

Much to her surprise, it was harder to deny him than it looks. But her last thought was 'no. Next.'

"I have received it."

And then he started to vanish before her very eyes.

An orange flame took its spot. A tall bulky devil stood before her. With white hair, no shirt, and discolored eyes, there was no doubt.

Hello Verg.

"Yo! That saves me the time of introducing myself. As you probably guessed, I rule over pleasure."

Not looking forward to this. There's only one time she's ever felt...tainted. It was after her boyfriend broke up with her. She got very 'lonely'. And since she didn't know anyone else at the time, well, she worked things out herself. Enough said.

"I swear, if you touch me with anything other than that hand, it's coming off."

With a broad smile, he gave a throaty chuckle. "Fair enough."

Placing a hand on her left shoulder, things began to happen.

Not only did she start to feel feverish, sweaty and all, but she held a bubbly 'desire'. You know which desire I'm talking about.

"Alright, now you get to choose."

Fuck...no.

"Got it." And he left.

A bright red flame, one particularly hotter than the rest, appeared. A somewhat tall figure with long red hair emerged from the flames, and levitated downward until he was on his own two feet.

"I am Razel. I rule over wrath."

And hair products. Damn, I'm kinda jealous...

He reached over to place a hand on her shoulder. Instantly, she felt enraged. Her fists balled up at her sides, and her eyes turned into daggers.

'They left me,' she thought, 'how could they just give me up; their own daughter? I hate them...SO much. In fact, I hate them so much that I wish they weren't even born. If that meant I was never created, then so be it. I'd give anything to see them suf-...'

What the bloody Hell?

Razel lifted his hand, and crossed his arms over his chest. Looking her in the eyes, he raised her chin so she would look at him properly.

"Choose."

Will it hurt him to say 'please'? My God, he has more pride than Rai.

On a serious note: never. Never in a million years could she forever think like that. Her parents- her real parents- loved her, no matter what she was told at the Foster Home. They never abandoned her. They gave her the best chance they could offer.

"Understood."

The devil disappeared, leaving her in the dark room all alone.

Did she do it? Did she win? Is it over?

Her surroundings began to turn white, a bright white.

'Like a boss! Okay, let me out of here. I'm ready to breathe in some fresh air!'