"You have the most beautiful hair Mistress."
The first female demon I had come across since I got here commented as she brushed all the tangles from my hair after I had finished my bath. She looked like she was the same kind of demon as Mersheas, but her features were softer and her eyes more almond shaped. She was strangely beautiful. I sat on a cushioned stool in front of a large gilded mirror that rested on an intricately carved dressing table, in a bedroom that was fit for royalty by anyone's standards.
"Indeed, it is blacker than the wings of a ravens' back." She hummed a little to herself as she gently drew the lacquered bone brush from root to tip, pulling away with a small flourish where the hair ended by my waist.
"uh- thanks Ossovae."
I watched my reflection in the mirror, I'd never thought all that much of my appearance. Although on the rare occasions that I made an effort (when I was forced to by my mom for some god-awful family occasion) I did look alright. In the words of my pervy uncle Phil: "You scrub up well, don't ya love." One thing I had always been secretly pleased with however was my eyes. I got them from my mom, and they were green and bright as the light in a forest.
"I've finished your hair Mistress,"
She pulled it forward and it tumbled over my shoulders like black silk.
"If it pleases you Mistress, there is a gift from my Lord Asmodeus that he would like for you to wear."
"Call me Allie, and could I see it?"
I didn't want to commit myself to wearing a gift from that pervert without seeing it first, for all I knew it could be a glittered gimp suit.
"Yes Mi-Allie." She smiled, the pointed teeth seemed much less creepy on her than on the other white demons. She turned and walked the excessively large distance from me to the bed, and opened a draw of the relatively small bedside table. She returned to me and placed a pocket-sized oblong box that was covered in fine red velvet in front of me on the table. I opened it cautiously.
Inside sparkled the most beautiful choker. Countless diamonds shimmered and danced in the light of the lamp beside me, trickling in delicate loops from the main body of the necklace which was also enveloped in them. At its centre, hanging from a silver link was a large, delicately cut oval ruby that glowed blood red and shimmered with movement, like there were flames trapped beneath its glassy surface.
"Holy guacamole....." I mumbled in awe.
I stared into the box and the stone gazed lustfully back at me.
"Does this gift please you Miss Allie?"
I mean it's a little showy, but I can't deny how beautiful it is.
"Yes."
"Would you permit my assistance in putting it on?" she asked.
What harm could it do?
"Sure."
With another small smile she gently lifted it from the box and placed it loosely around my neck. The ruby sat snugly in the hollow between my collar bones. She pulled it tighter and fastened the clasp. Instantly the flickers of light within the stone exploded into heat, searing into my flesh like ravenous flames over dry wood.
"JESUS WHAT THE FUCK, GET IT OFF GET IT OFF!! OSSOVAE HELP IT'S BURNING ME!" I clawed futilely at the stone trying to separate it from my skin but quickly let go as its surface scorched my fingertips with a violent hiss like throwing a steak into a screaming hot pan. "OSSOVAE!!" I cried out again, my voice choked with pain.
"I'm sorry Mistress, please be calm, it will only hurt for a few moments longer."
Gritting my teeth I forced down my whimpers and stared at Ossovae with unbridled fury, tears streaming down my flushed cheeks and hands balled into fists on my lap. The heat began to fade and the stone was soon the temperature of bathwater, then weak sunlight, then finally I could feel no heat from it at all, its temperature had merged with my own.
"Mistress..."
"WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT OSSOVAE!" I cut her off.
"I'm sorry Mistress, please. I could not have eased the pain, it is a great honour Mistress..."
"WHAT? WHERE'S THE HONOUR IN BURNING A FREAKING ROCK INTO MY NECK?"
"You have been chosen Mistress..."
"I've been wha-"
*tap tap tap*
Mercill quietly opened the door "Dinner is ready, my Lady, if you will please follow me."
I had half a mind to tell Mercill to tell Asmodeus to go fuck himself for this 'gift' but I decided I wanted to beat the shit out of him personally. I gathered all off my rage and marched over to Mercill, fully intent on murder being the main course of tonight's dinner.
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Fantasía****COMPLETED**** ~ Every movement of his lips against mine seemed to scold me, how dare I try to run away, how dare I even think of it? My hand found its way to his hair and I grabbed hold of it tightly, how dare he try to stop me? ~ Bratty teenage...
