My Plus One: The Devil

Couple Counseling

"So... Are you going to draw a satanic symbol on the floor now or...?" I questioned as I sat in my office chair. We had been sitting here, my leg thumping in agitation as I watched Tristan slump in a chair. His eyes closed after his large announcement we would be leaving.

"Not exactly. I just need a knife really and we can head on our way." Tristan said casually.

I frowned. "So why have I been watching you sit across from me for the past ten minutes in seemingly deep-meditation. I thought you were doing some voodoo shit to get us there."

Tristan opened his eyes and looked at me with a devilish grin on his face. "I was just taking a small break. You looking at me was just you checking me out."

"You wish" I huffed.

"I don't wish. I know." Tristan sent a wink my way. I rolled my eyes at the arrogant devil across from me, standing up to go grab a knife from the veterinary supplies.

We had come to my office after escaping from the hellhound. Tristan reassured me that the monstrous creature wouldn't be coming after us any longer. The creature is apparently only able to stay on earth for so long before it's body deteriorates- returning back to wherever it came from in hell.

And now I was being dragged to the very place the hell hound returned to. Hell sweet hell.

Vacation of a lifetime.

Once I retrieved a sharp knife from the equipment box I returned to Tristan. Carelessly chucking the sharp object to the Devil- half hoping it would impale him and my tie to him would go "poof".

He impressively caught the knife by its handle, twirling it between his fingers.

"Olive! That could have killed me!" Tristan spoke in an exaggerated voice.

"How unfortunate. You're already dead." I said in a monotone manner.

"You know what. I'm glad we are going to hell together. Those couple councilors said that we needed to have some intimate bonding time, and this is the getaway we needed. Fix our relationship." I gagged as Tristan continued to talk in a soppy manner on our theoretical relationship.

I just waved my hand to urge him to begin our travels. Deciding that it would be best to not engage in Tristan's soap opera performance.

"As the lady commands." Tristan said with a boyish grin. I watched as he took the knife and swiftly cut his palm open. I gasped as I saw his blood immediately gush out of the wound. I got ready to rush to him in aid, thinking the idiot had accidentally cut himself, but froze in place as his eyes began to illuminate a gold colouring.

Then he began to mumble. His words hard to decipher as I stood watching in a horrified trance. I trailed the thick blood that caressed his hand as it fell from the wound. As his mumblings become more coherent and louder I vaguely noticed he was chanting in a foreign language. A language not of this world.

His eyes began to glow brighter as he continued the chant. His blood began dripping onto the floor, also taking a golden hue towards it. Wind picked up from nowhere and papers began to fly across the room. My hair whipped me in the face as I stood frozen, watching as the papers, clips, anything caught by the wind's greedy grasp began circling Tristan in a violent dance.

I held my breath once Tristan's golden eyes locked onto my own, and I felt myself being caressed by invincible hands, slowly urging me to go towards the devil. Letting my body be guided by this supernatural force I closed the distance between us, somehow not getting in the way of the material still flying around Tristan.