I sold my soul to the Devil and now I'm his queen? WTFH?!?!?!?! [ON HOLD]

(1) I sold my soul to the Devil and now I'm his queen?

(1) I sold my soul to the Devil and now I'm his queen?

The end is in me and the end is around me, but where are you? Does anyone care enough to end the suffering of a pour seventeen year old? I wish the end would come and knock on my door and ask, "Are you ready for me to take you away from here and to the end of the light? To the darkest place known to man and God? To HELL? Are you ready to leave your past life behind and see the doom that you have sent yourself to?" and then I answer, "Yes, because I have no person who cares enough about me to save me from myself and for my hate for everything, including myself." And with that I take death's hand and walk to my end. No one calls after me to tell me they care, or that they would miss me, or that they would even go to my funeral. Sad, but true is all of this. I would gladly take death's hand and walk to the end with him if it would end the mental and emotional pain that I have to go through every hour of every day that I live and breathe in this world. So many people around me, yet none of them care enough to stop me as they watch me slowly walk through to the end of my life in the light that I never belonged in, and into the dark that welcomes me forward, where I belong. I slowly take in the pain that follows me in, realizing that no one person stepped forward to save me, or even to stop myself. I begin to cry in the dark and feel the pain of it all sinking in, and then nothing. I hear a deep voice as I am crouching there crying and showing my pain. The voice sounds melodic, and sweet, and caring, like the person the voice belongs to actually cares about me and will help me through my pain. Suddenly I find myself in front of a dark figure who croons me and calls to me with a sweet and caring voice. "Come to me child and I will help you through your loses. I will help you feel loved and cared about, but only if you give me one thing in return."

I ask in a shaky voice, "What do you want?" Desperate to feel loved and needed and cared about. He calls to me in his charming voice, "All I ask in return of caring about you and loving you is..." He makes me wait in suspense and I nod, drying my eyes. "All I want is your soul in return for love and caring. Then you will stay here forever and you will be able to run through the flames of Hell without feeling the burn as the flames gently lick your skin." And I feel a sudden need to please this man, the Devil, that I nod my head and say, "Yes, you may take my soul if you wish."

He comes toward me and whispers in my ear, " You will be happy here, unlike when you where in the light where people would not care if you were alive or dead, where they didn't see who and what you truly are. Here you can be the REAL you and you won't be hurt for showing yourself to this Hell that is now your new home. This will not hurt unless you struggle, so don't move and this will be quick and painless." I listen to him and stand there while he approaches me. Suddenly I am lying on a table and he is standing above me, I look in his beautiful red eyes and see that he is lying. I still lie there and don't move. I didn't care, because no matter what nothing was worse than living in that horrible place where no one even knew I existed. He slowly draws a sharp tool to me mouth and says, "Open your mouth and your soul will be mine."

I open my mouth and then everything goes black and I don't see anything. I wake up and see the dark all around me, and then I see an even darker figure approach me. I hear that beautiful voice that is like music say, "You are awake and you are looking well."

I look down and see I am in a black dress with red lace around the hemlines. It fits my figure perfectly. Then I look up and see that there is a ring made of black fire around my ring finger! WTF! Why in the HELL was there a ring around my wedding finger! Ten I look up at him and see his features for the first time. He had long black hair and he looked about eighteen. He had red eyes and pale skin. He wore a black robe that went down to his ankles. I looked him up and down then looked in his eyes and asked, "Am I dead? Who are you? Where am I and how did I get here?" Then I realized that I was in Hell and that he was the Devil and that I now belonged to him for as long as he wished. I shiver and then think of how I am better off here than I was there. Back on Earth they didn't even know I was alive or that I had even been born. Then he leans down and kisses me on the lips. Wait, WTF! On the lips, the Devil, kissing ME. Then he says, "Calm down, Riasha, there is nothing to be afraid of."

I counter with, "Yeah right. I just woke up in Hell and then I get kissed by the Devil! You MUST be KIDDING ME!"

I jump off of the bed that I was laying on and try to run, but the walls close up in front of me. Suddenly I am caught in the arms of the Devil trying to calm me down. I rack him, but he doesn't let go of me at all. I start to scream and yell at him but all he does is say, "Calm down, demon." And then I am no longer fighting him, I look up in his evil eyes and see the amusement as he watches me change from struggling to calm. He called me a demon and yet it is calming me down. Shouldn't I be PISSED and not CALM? What was wrong with me that I was okay with someone calling me a fucking DEMON?!?!

<The Devil's POV>

I took her soul and she doesn't even realize that no matter what she tries to do I'll always control her now. I smirk at her as she tries to figure out why she was so calm when I just called her a DEMON of all things. I look her in the eyes and say, "Riasha, it's okay. When you let me take your soul we were bound forever." And I held up my left had to show her a ring identical to the one she had on her left had. Made of the most pure black fire that ever existed in this very Hell.

I smile at her thinking of how she had reacted to my kiss. She looks at the ring on my hand curiously and then she tries to take off her ring. Of course, she cries out in pain, I had tried that already. I had gotten the same thing. See once I took her soul I could feel everything that happened to her. Also just so you know, I am not the evil Devil that I am made out to be. Truly I am an eighteen year old who was trapped down in Hell and then I never aged. All I ever wanted was someone to love and to be loved by, and when I met Riasha I knew that we were meant to be together forever. Then I had felt a sudden need to make her happy, make her feel loved and wanted.

I look in her beautiful stormy gray eyes and feel sad that I have to steal her young soul from her. I stole her soul as quickly as possible and then I had my shadow slaves take her to the room next to mine and change her clothes into a black dress with red lace around the hemline. Her curvy figure fit it perfectly and she looked beautiful in it. After she calmed down I decided to give her a tour of her new home. We came back in time for dinner and then she went to the bathroom to find a long gown to sleep in. she brushed her teeth, we have everything people on Earth have created, and then she tried to go to the room that she had been in before. I made sure that the hallway she took led her straight to my bedroom.

She came in to the room and then she stopped dead as she saw me in my shorts lying on my bed waiting for her. I smile as she realizes that she was going to have to share a bed with me. She slowly creeps toward the bed and crawls in next to me and then she rolls over to face away from me. I frown and then whisper in her ear, "You know that we are basically married now that I own your soul. See that ring, it is made from the richest deposit of black fire known to Hell. Nothing can destroy it or remove it from your hand so long as you live, or as long as your soul is still with me."

She scutes away and then a little while later I hear the soft, slow hum of her breathing. I slowly fall asleep listening to her breathe.

started a new story, wrote it in two or three hours. hope you like it. (P.S. her name is pronounced Ri-ay-sha) :):)