Demons

Chapter Seven | Emma

Emma was awoken by a few voices in the hallway, sighing to herself without opening her eyes. She could see the flickering of fire through her eyelids, assuming the maidens had already lit the torches in her chamber. She heard the door open and close and turned over on her side, still not wanting to open her eyes. She felt the blankets covering her body being pulled down to her elbow, a large hand softly running over the fabric of her blouse. She opened her eyes when the hand reached her face to see Azazel crouched down next to her bed, a smile formed on his lips. Emma's eyes flickered down to them before looking into his eyes, causing Azazel to lean in to press a soft kiss on her lips. "We will continue the process of your turning today, we start soon so let me help you get dressed" Azazel told her, Emma being thankful for his words since she would feel even more awkward if the maidens would help her. He handed her a pair of leather pants which had a lace design running up both legs before handing her a clean blouse, looking away when she changed into her clean clothes. She grabbed the brown leather corset from the dresser and held it in place around her waist, Azazel's fingers quick to lace it up in less than a minute. "You've certainly done that before" Emma spoke as she looked at him through the mirror with a short laugh, "I did often, but it was usually undoing the laces instead of closing them" He laughed in response as he looked into the mirror to return her gaze, placing himself against her as his hands came to rest on her hips. "I know you probably expect some sort of marriage but we don't do such things here." He spoke, still remaining eye contact with her in the mirror. "Good, because I always found it something ridiculous" She answered with a chuckle, but she saw him turn his head to look at her face, his smile disappearing to make place for a stern expression. She turned her head to look at him and felt his hand coming up in her thick black hair before he kissed her again, taking her hand when he pulled away to lead her back to the throne room. "I asked Aemon to forge you your personal weapons" Azazel spoke, Emma's eyes falling on a tall demon who was holding several weapons wrapped in cloth. "They're red daedric steel, but m'lady has to choose which she wants herself" Aemon spoke, the servants taking the weapons from his hand and hanging them up on the weapon rack. Azazel and her walked over to the rack, Emma's eyes scanning over the black weapons with glowing red elements embedded in them. "I would pick the daggers and the axe if I were you" A male voice suddenly sounded from behind her, turning around in shock to see Alistair standing behind her. "You scared me.." She breathed, but a concerned look formed on her face when she saw his usual tidied brown hair fallen out of place and several cuts on his face. "Special delivery m'lord" Alistair spoke with a smile, Alvah and Dracul holding a human male who looked to be hurt pretty badly. Emma followed Azazel and Alistair to take a better look at the man, his light brown hair hanging in strands in front of his face, his blouse ripped in most of the places and the white had gone mostly blood red. Azazel wrapped his hand around the man's neck to make him look up, his dark blue eyes refusing to look at him. "Jack, isn't it?" Azazel asked, seeing the man clenching his jaw as he didn't answer. Azazel looked at Alvah who dug one of the nails of his claw into a large cut on the man's back, Azazel letting go of his neck when he screamed out in pain, the man's body hitting the floor when Alvah pulled his claw away. Dracul and him picked the man up from the floor again but left him in a kneeling position, before Azazel started speaking again. "I asked you a question." "Yes-... fuck.. Yes I am" Jack answered, Emma seeing his chest rising and falling in a quick tempo. "Bring him to the dungeons, we can get plenty of information from him." Azazel ordered, Emma looking at Alistair throwing a crossbow into one of the fire pits, causing Emma to assume it was probably Jack's weapon. "I want you to change him into one of ours, he won't survive the torture otherwise and he can be quite a useful asset to us" Azazel softly whispered close to Emma's ear, making her shiver ever so slightly. "How do I do that?" "The same way I changed you." "I-I can't do that-.." "Please Emma, can't you do that for me? It's the only thing I'll ask of you" Azazel asked her, his hand reaching under her chin as Emma bit down on her bottom lip, answering him with a small nod. She followed Azazel down a few sets of stairs, until they reached a large steel door. "Don't look away" Azazel told her before he pushed the steel door open with ease, allowing Emma to walk in before closing the door behind them. Emma pressed herself into the corner of the dark room when her eyes fell on Jack strapped to a wooden construction, leather belts holding his chest, arms and legs tightly against the wood. Some of his blood had already dripped over the belts and she could hear it land on the stone floor, making a shiver go down her face. Azazel had rolled up his sleeves and twirled a large dagger in his hand, walking over to Jack. Azazel dragged the tip of the dagger over Jack's chest, leaving a thin trail of blood behind it. Jack hissed in pain and moved his head back against the wall, opening his eyes again when Azazel pulled the knife away. Jack's eyes fell on Emma standing in the corner, a worried look forming on his wounded face. "What did you do to her.." He growled at Azazel through gritted teeth, only gaining him the dagger being pushed between his ribs. Jack cried out in pain as his wet hair fell in front of his eyes again, Azazel moving intimidatingly close to him. "I'll slit your fucking throat if you even look at her again" Azazel warned, before pulling the dagger out again, causing blood to gush out of the gaping wound. Azazel placed the tip of the dagger just above Jack's belt, letting the tip dig into his skin. "Tell me what you were doing scouting the castle." Azazel ordered, setting more pressure on the dagger so it went deeper into Jack's lower stomach. "I'd rather fucking die right here" Jack hissed at Azazel, making him drag the knife over Jack's stomach. "This won't do.. I'll retrieve the heavier stuff. Look over him Emma" Azazel spoke, giving her a look which signed her to do what she came for in the first place. "We'll have a few minutes before he's back" Emma softly whispered, grabbing the dagger from the ground to cut through the belts holding Jack's torso and legs to the wood, before starting on his left arm. When she cut through the last belt Jack wrapped his arm around her shoulders, not being able to stand by himself anymore. Emma finished cutting through the final belts and his body leaned into hers, his arms wrapped around her back as one of her hands moved into his hair. Jack let his forehead rest on Emma's shoulder as he tried to steady his breathing, "What'd you help me for?.." he softly mumbled against her shoulder. "You're the only one like me here, I won't let them change me" Emma lied to him, making Jack move his head up to look into her deep red eyes. Emma moved her free hand up to the side of his face and let her fingers slide over his soft lips, making him moan softly. She leaned in closer to him and he closed the gap between them, kissing her hard as he sighed against her lips. Black smoke immediately started to cover his body, Emma pulling away to look up into his defeated eyes, which went to red from their original warm blue color.