Fallen From Grace (#Wattys2017)

Chapter IV

It had been a little over a week since Eleanora had sold her soul and the Devil became her friend. Apollyon was a very curious person, if that's what you could call him. Whenever he came across something, he's ask her what it was. He was rather intrigued by how a drinking fountain worked. Eleanora had him try it out and found it hilarious how he didn't understand how to drink from it.

It end up that Apollyon was instantly coined 'The Bad Boy' while he didn't bother to interact with anyone at school besides Eleanora. She told him that he could go and make friends, but he'd simply pull a face at the suggestion, telling her that they weren't worth his time. When Eleanora had asked him if she was, he'd reminded her that he was bound by contract.

He seemed like any other 17 year old guy. Ate, drank, sat and talked like one, however, he was no where close to an average 17 year old. He was unimaginably powerful and could make you relive your worst memories, he could alter your memories and twist your thoughts. He would see a person's life expectancy, and their souls. One look at a person and Apollyon could write a whole biography on them.

The day after her soul was sold, she came home to find Mrs. Scott talking and laughing with Apollyon. Mrs. Scott introduced the two, but Apollyon informed her that he studied at Eleanora's school. Her landlady enlightened her about the fact that Apollyon Masters had bought the apartment directly above hers and just one floor below Elliot's.

The Devil apparated to her apartment whenever he felt like it, and even when he was at her apartment, he would apparate from one place to the other inside the adobe. Like he would often apparate from her bedroom to the kitchen, then to the couch, and then back to her bedroom. It annoyed her to no end, but she couldn't exactly do anything about it.

Currently, Eleanora had just woken up from a nap and trudged to her washroom to wash her face. Turning on the faucet, she watched the water run for a second before gathering it in her hands and splashing it on her face. She momentarily glanced into her mirror and jumped back in fright as Apollyon was looking back at her from the mirror with an amused expression.

"God! Don't do that!" She exclaimed as she felt her heart thumping loudly in her chest. Shaking her head, she turned off the faucet and turned to face him, but found them to be standing extremely close, staring at her from a few inches away. Her cheeks heated a little as she sighed. "Apollyon, we've talked about this. Personal space?"

"Right." He nodded as he took a step back to give her the space she needed. "My apologizes."

"What's up?" She asked as she wiped her face with the towel.

"Well..." He started as he looked up a the ceiling. "There is the ceiling, then above that is 'my' apartment, then above that is Elliot dancing in some shorts-"

"-Apollyon!" She interjected. "When I asked 'what's up' I means 'how are you?'. It doesn't mean that you literally tell me what is above you."

"Oh...Right." He understood.

"Wait...Is Elliot really dancing in his shorts?" She inquired as a smile was threatening to spill.

"Yes...To an upbeat song. 'Bringing Sexy back'." He informed as he looked up again.

"Okay." She laughed before walking out the washroom, Apollyon following her. He looked at her curiously as she got under her blanket again, cocooning herself in the warmth that still remained. He gave her a puzzled look as she chuckled and patted the spot vacant of her presence.

"I don't understand." He informed her as he stood on the opposite side of the bed. "What do you want me to do?"

"Sit down?" She questioned in amusement. "Don't worry, I won't bite."