Wonderland

~Bad Blood: Part ll~

The demon smirked at Annabelle, waiting patiently to hear what she had to say. Demon Beelzebub, the one she had know for more than ten years, when he had found her alone in the woods one day, with her clothing ripped and cheeks tearstained, the day she had lost her parents. 

"I'm not here to make a deal," Annabelle told the demon, returning his devilish smirk. "I'm here to ask you a favor, as a friend." 

On earth, he liked to be called Christopher Demarco, even though he didn't spend much of his time walking among the humans. She never understood why he had chosen that name, but, then again, she never asked. 

Annabelle still didn't know what he was doing the day he found her walking around the woods,or why he was even there. She only knew he had found her, and for some inexplicable reason, he had helped her without offering her a deal in exchange for her soul, like demons usually did. No, he had helped her for no reason that Annabelle could think of. She was just a broken, miserable girl when she'd met him. She had become an orphan over night, forced to run from her home. Annabelle and her parents had lived among hunters, able to pass as human beings since her mother had also been a nymph andher father a half‐sorcerer. They were as happy as they could be in a world like that. Her father, Archer Maxwell, had pretended to be an invalid in order to avoid the hunting life, so they lived happily and peacefully in their home, undisturbed by anyone, until one day, when the Restitutioners had broken intotheir home and taken her parents. Not even twenty years later had Annabelle discovered how they hadfound about their true origins. Her mother had been able to tell Annabelle to hide under her bed before the Restitutioners took her and Archer away, and that's how she'd made it out alive. So she ran. Ran untilher feet were bleeding, ran until she made it into the woods, and ran so the Restitutioners wouldn'tcome back for her. Annabelle ran for her life, until she fell on the ground, lying there and waiting for death to come, but she knew she was immortal, and that death wouldn't come that easily, yet still, she hoped. She hoped God would have mercy on her soul and take her to Him, because what point was there to live, when she had no one left? Not her parents, not a single friend. She had stopped aging at 26, but her true age had been 66 when her parents had died, and compared to her mother, who had been 256 before she died, 66 was a young age, and at that age, the urge to kill man was almostincontrollable. There was no way she could have ever made it out there, in the real world, without her mother to instruct her, to teach her how to control herself.

So she waited for Death.   

Death, however did not come, instead Christopher did. Perhaps demons were atteacted to tormented souls. He helped her, took her deep into the woods and left her in the care of the wicked, but he didn't leave her behind forever. He would come every now and then to see her, to teach her how to gain control, and just to keep and eye on her. She had always wondered why he wanted to help her so much, as he had never given her a clear answer. He had once told her that her aura was a mixture of black, blue, and red. Black symbolized the wickedness that all monsters possessed, blue for the saddness and loss, and red for her thirst for revenge and passion. Demons fed on those things, on grief and brokeness and revenge. Perhaps he only enjoyed being around her for those things. 

Step by step, Christopher had helped her gain the title of leader of the Wicked, and that was one of the many, many things Annabelle owed to him. For what he had done, she would be forever grateful, but demons were demons after all. They weren't creatures to normally show kindness, even though they had once been angels. That's why things between Annabelle and Christopher hadn't always been a bed of roses or a life of ease. They fought like a cat and a mouse. They had threatened to kill each other more times than any of them could count. If Annabelle had listened to all of Christopher's advices, she would have killed anyone who even dared to blink wrong at her. A part of the darkness in her soul was there because of him, but she also owed him her life, and many other things, that's why getting rid of him wasn't an option. For now, he could still help her.