A Demon's Love Story

Chapter 2

I was airborne. Flying through the air before I crashed into a brick wall making it bust, spilling me, and the broken brick, in an alleyway right in front of a group of guys, they froze in shock. I didn't have time to assess them before a giant figure landed on my chest crushing the air out of me. I brought my attention to my attacker and saw the hideous face of a female demon, also known as Jezebel. She sneered as I made a disgusted face at her.

"Aw just looking at you makes me hungry," she licked her lips as emphasis. I could see her fangs lengthen.

I head butted her then put my leg in between us to kick her off. I jumped to my feet and glared at her. "You sick freak," I spat at her feet.

She screamed and lunged at me faster then I expected. She tackled me to the ground throwing a hard punch before I could respond. I felt my nose crack and the pain that came with it.

I swiped at her face making her lip split in two. Her fangs lengthened even further and she licked her lips making her tongue and fangs turn crimson from her own blood. I pushed her off sending her in the direction of the group of guys. They moved aside to let her fall but they made no movement to show that they wanted to run.

Again, I went after at her. I passed the guys and started swinging my fists and kneeing her stomach every time I could. Seconds later we had moved to another allley and I had her three feet above the ground, pinned against the wall by her throat.

"Come on let me go," she choked out. "I will do anything and everything you want me too. I promise."

"Um... no thanks I'm not that stupid; I know to never make a deal with a demon. Especially one like you," I snapped at her. I grabbed my pentagram necklace from my pocket. I dangled it in front of her face. I saw her eyes widen in fear. "Oh, so you know what this yes?" I asked sarcastically.

She looked at me with pure hatred. If eyes could kill, I'd be as dead as roadkill. I steadied the necklace in my hand, then pressed it right between the eyes. Her screams filled the alley with the sound of her flesh sizzling between her eyes.

I removed the pentagram from her skin and she immediately stopped screaming. Now the place between her eyes was filled with the scar of a five pointed star surrounded in a circle, the symbol of Satan. This mark showed that when she died she was to suffer the fields of punishment in Hell. She was condemned to the very pits of Hell that no one could escape.

"Have any regrets?" I asked, not really caring about the answer. It was just required like how the police give you your Miranda Rights.

"Not one. If I could, I would do it all over but I would make sure I killed you first," she literally spat at me. Blood mixed with saliva flew into my face but I knew better then to flinch. I only stared deep into her eyes until she looked away from my dominant stare.

"Well," I said," if you want to be like that.." I closed my eyes, concentrated, then reopened them to see Jezebel burst into flames. "I command you, Jezebel, to go to the very pits of Hell to endure pure agony and pain for the rest of eternity. 

She was screaming again only louder. Within seconds, the intense heat destroyed her and turned her body to nothing but ash; I didn't have to let go of her. Her remains fell to the ground; I looked at my hand and saw it had only gained one single blister, right between the thumb and forefinger. It healed instantly. I shrugged off dust and walked away back down the same alleyway I had just burst through. The group of guys were still there.

Didn't they have some place to be? I thought to myself.

I ignored them as I walked by them confidently. That was until they blocked any further advancement. When the guy I was behind finally noticed my presense, he turned around rather quickly swinging his elbow as he did so. His elbow collided with my, already jacked up, nose. It re-broke and blood started running down my mouth onto my, already bloody, shirt.