Be My Friend

Chapter 32: The Devil May Have Secrets

"I need to hold a meeting with my reapers and demons. You have the option of attending this meeting or not. Although attending would set a better example, it may also get ugly." He states and lifts a hand to stroke the side of my face. I lean into his touch as if on instinct.

"I'd like to attend." I say and he nods. I probably will regret this, but so be it. If I'm in hell then I want to explore as much as I can. This is freaking awesome!

He steps away and goes over to the large window to stare out. "Alessandra!" He suddenly booms and I instinctively jump. The door creaks open and a young woman with black eyes and short blonde hair pops in through the doorway.

"Yes, sir?" She asks and looks me up and down with a curious stare. I cross my arms over my chest hesitantly and shyly.

"Gather a meeting in my throne room. I want every one of my demons and reapers, and everything in between there. No exceptions. Decapitate anyone who refuses." He says dismissively. She tears her eyes away from me and bows.

"Yes, sir. Right away, sir." She says immediately and skips away. A little too happily if I'm being honest.

I join Damian at the window and the breath seems to be sucked out of my lungs at the sight. Glittering lights seem to dance among the pitch black background of the city and a blazing orange tinge sets the sky off like magic. I hadn't known we were this high up and seemingly in a castle.

"I'm afraid I haven't been quite honest with you since the day we met." Damian suddenly speaks. I notice the fire from his eyes previously has disappeared.

I blink up at him in confusion. "What do you mean? What haven't you told me?" I inquire. He bites his lip and my eyes can't help but follow the movement.

"I've known about the uniqueness of your soul for a while now. 22 years, I've known about it, actually. I sought out a witch to cast a spell to keep the smell and sight of it hidden for those 22 years, until it was the right time for me to introduce myself." He admits. "I'm afraid... There are some other things that might need some time to explain as well. It's a... Little difficult." The corner of his mouth twitches downward.

"Oh." I say and stare at the sky. I turn and notice his expression. "Hey, don't look at me like that." I grab both his hands in my own. His face looks like just like a wounded puppy. "It doesn't matter if that information was kept from me or not, I'm willing to wait. What matters is I'm here with you. Don't feel bad about not telling me sooner. If you hadn't noticed I'm kind of an easy going person." I say and reach up to stroke the side of his face as he did to me earlier.

He dips down and his lips find my own. His arms wrap around my own waist as my own hands find his. Slowly he walks me over to the bed and my knees give out against the frame. My back lands softly against the mattress and comforter all the while still not releasing each other from our kiss. He hovers above me with one arm supporting his weight and the other cupping my face gently.

Someone clears their throat from the doorway. The blood rushing through my ears seems to clear a bit and a blush spreads across my cheeks as I struggle to find a breath.

"Did I not tell you to gather a meeting, Alessandra?" He asks in a sharp tone and breaks our gazes.

"That was twelve minutes ago, sir. They're all waiting for you." She states quickly. I hold in a laugh at this information.

Damian stands and I almost frown at the loss of heat. He pulls me up off the bed and we walk out with our hands intertwined. I can't help but have a smile on my face.