My Plus One: The Devil

The f*** you mean tied?!

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"Oh! I am just so incredibly pleased, my baby boy finally found his tie" Persephone squealed, barely able to keep a hold of herself as she tapped her feet on the floor like an aspiring tap dancer.

I sat across from her, completely dumbfounded. We had been herded into the living room, practically thrown on the couch, and had the leading lords of hell show us their sparkling whites to us. Tristan and little old me made a lovely physical representation for the words 'confused af'.

Satan had a knowing smile as he sat beside his wife and held her hand.

"Aight. So anyone want to tell me what is going on? I haven't seen you or mum this happy since Vasbar bought you guys a strap on to give it a try." Tristan asked with an eyebrow raised. I tried to stop the visual image of such an 'attempt' but alas, the mind can conjure strange and unwanted things; and so a grimace found its way onto my face.

Satan hushed his wife as she began to babble various words, speaking so quickly that it was unintelligible. He looked over at us and gave us a soft smile, for some reason the pleased smile caused my heart to skyrocket and my palms to get sweaty. My nerves began to overcome me and I could feel my blood pumping in my ears. My breaths became shallow and sporadic, my muscles tensing as I felt an anxiety attack come along. Studying for veterinary school and the stress of the exams caused the occasional anxiety attack to spring itself on me, the feelings weren't foreign but still un-welcomed.

Tristan looked at me, worry clear in his eyes. He reached out and grabbed a hold of my hand. As soon as he made contact with me it felt as if I could breath again. The air felt cooler and my breaths became deeper, the tight grip that grasped me within my chest loosened and I sighed in relief as I regained control of my body.

I looked up in confusion as I saw Tristan's jaw lock in anger, he was staring at his father who had a pleased look on his face.

"What the fuck was that for!?" Tristan growled, his eyes flashing golden.

"I was just making sure that what we think is happening is actually happening." Satan responded, seemingly un-phased by the angry devil still gripping onto my hand.

I noticed Persephone had quietened down and was sitting calmly next to her husband, her lips turned upwards.

What just happened?

I was still stunned by how anxious I had become, not understanding what could have promoted such a bodily response.

"You were fucking up with Olive's mental state to check what!? Is this some sick game you like to play around with mortals??" Tristan growled, his voice lowered to such a deep octave that I caught myself listening more to the gravel of his voice than to what evoked his response.

"Now why would I play around with Olive? I have a hell full of mortals to disfigure and punish to my hearts content!" Turning my head I caught the small fire of sadism in Satan's eyes, "I was checking to see if you two, are in fact, tied."

"And. What. Do. You. Mean. Tied" Tristan huffed out, his thumb soothingly rubbing the back of my hand as he kept his grip on me. A contrast to the threatening tone he used towards his father.

"Sweetie you don't need to get so riled up, Olive is fine, and by the looks of it she is more in a trance by you than by the little test Satan just did." Persephone spoke out. I blushed as I noticed what she said was right, I had been focusing on the circular motion Tristan's thumb was imprinting onto my skin, rather than the whole Papa Satan just caused you to have an anxiety attack through mental voodoo stuff ordeal.