My Devil.

Demons

Save me. Save me from this hell. It hurts. It burns. But I can't see. I can only suffer silently. He fought. He fell. For me. My true love. My devil.

*Four hours earlier*

He paced back and forth, looking at the clock every five minutes. He said he was here to protect me but I just wanted to spend these last few hours with him normally, not with him on edge.

The noise of something hitting the ground made him grow larger, nostrils flaring, eyes dark.

"Calm down! Its just my book!" I told him, getting up and putting it back on the shelf.

"How can I calm down Shannon? The love of my existence is in danger from demons" He shot back at my face, breathing heavily. I was going to ask him what a demon was but thought better of it.

"A demon is the rat of hell, they do everything in packs, their favourite pass time is torturing the weak, or the ones that need punished" He answered for me, obviously seeing the questionable look on my face. I was terrible at hiding my emotions, especially in front of him.

"Kalek was one of the leaders" Satan spat his name, balling up his fists.

I just wanted to kiss him. The worst time to, I know, but I wanted him to just relax. If we were going to die, then I want my last memory to be of him kissing me, that perfect piece of time. So I stupidly asked him.

Stupid idiot Shannon.

"Satan?"

He looked up at me, his eyes immediately turning like liquid hazel gold.

"Yeah?"

"Uh" I coughed awkwardly.

"If we are going to die" I began with, making him take a short intake of breath.

"I will not let you-" I cut him off, he always did this. I ignored his frustrated face and continued.

"If we are going to die I want to spend my last few moments with you, the real you" That seemed to break him from his protection crap, and pay his attention towards me.

Satan walked up to my chest and looked into my eyes with his magnificent jewel like eyes. He held my hips with his magical burning palms, I slowly edged my arms around his neck which he seemed to like. Then he kissed me. Slow and light at first but turning into deep, passionate kissing, with that added touch of beautiful flames lapping at my lips. I stretched my hands further up his head where his horns were, but I felt nothing.

I broke away suddenly and saw to my surprise that nothing came out of his brown curls. I gasped and fell back slightly.

"Satan, where are your horns?" I asked in wonder and shock.

"My hor-" He reached up and touched the front of his head, his face turned into amazement, happiness, and fear.

"Shannon I- I'm changing" He stuttered in shock, which turned to pure anger and terror as the room turned incredibly hot, I felt like I was burning alive.

There was nothing to do so Satan told me sternly to get behind him, sounding different, almost human. But that wasn't possible. Was it?

Out of the stifling heat came flames, that leapt into my room, but didn't catch on my furniture. A bunch of supernatural males crept out first from the blaze, then the familiar face of Kalek. Following Kalek was a female.

She was flawless, pitch black hair that burned with the remnants of embers, perching green eyes that stared at Satan, then at me. A low cropped black dress tightly wrapped around her figure, with rips and tears revealing her bare skin.