Be My Friend

Chapter 9: Everyone Has Insecurities; Even the Devil

Cold, large masculine hands grip my pink sweater by the collar and lift me up as if I was merely nothing but a sheet of paper. Instinctively my hands latch onto the person's hands in front of me and wait a minute I thought Satan was part reptile like the lore described. And was that a tattoo I see? Dammit Mason, this isn't a time to get distracted. My head begins to spin a little from being suspended in the air at least two feet off the ground. 

"You thought it was a good idea at the time?" He barks in my face. I'm greeted with menacing wine red irises that seem to dance with fire. Meanwhile, Nym won't shut up with all the hissing. Jesus, why does he want to play tough? He'd roll over at the first sight of a treat and belly rub any given moment. 

"Well I was gonna offer my soul for a deal but since you started yelling I think I take it back," I say stubbornly, still gripping cold wrists in fear of being dropped. Quite frankly I wasn't really comfortable with my feet dangling off the ground by at least a foot. It seemed a little rude if I was being quite honest.

Almost instantly I'm released and my feet give out and I plop back down directly onto my tailbone which jars my spine a little. I straighten myself out then nod in appreciation.

"You could've just called a crossroads demon." He accuses in a groveling tone. 

It's frustrating that the candlelight won't meet all of his face, only his strange-ass irises. I stand and blindly search and reach for the string attached to the light. "Perhaps," I say, a little bit strained. My fingers grasp the string and I yank it down. "But sometimes I like to go big or go home."

I turn around but am greeted by an empty room. Rolling my eyes I pick up Nym in my arms in hopes to calm him the heck down.

"Where did you go?" I ask quietly.

Chillingly hot breath frays itself onto my skin as every word leaves his lips. Can breath even be cold-hot? I don't know but it left goosebumps on my arms and I suddenly found it hard to swallow. 

"Still here." The light bulb bursts and sparks fly. The room plunges itself back into the darkness with the exception of the candlelight and I groan.

Officially, by my words alone, the dark lord is annoying as fuck.