ℂorruption➼ Devil Louis & Dark Angel Niall

❉ Chapter 7 ❉

A chuckle errupted from his lips. It was a low chuckle. The harsh chuckle that always murdered my mind while his voice echoed endlessly through me.

He turned on his heel agonisingly, and I couldn't help but pause as I saw his eyes. Darker than ever. So depraved it was undescribable.

"Scarlett," he greeted me sinisterly. "Finally."

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I swallowed nervously at the sight of him, and my nails dug into my enriched skin, leaving bright marks to explain just the level of anxiety I felt. Multiple steps had been taken back unknowingly, even as the devil stood metres away, and breathing had become shaken, impossible to control with eyes boring into mine, yet eating away at my flesh.

I could dream a thousand dreams. I could wish an eternity of happiness. I could smile with thoughts of purity. But right now, neither of these feelings could express in entirety just what I felt. They could not express the way the pit of my stomach rumbled, overpowered by what anyone would call dangerous. My eyes were wide, hypnotized by the sight that seemed to be possessed by the deranged, and my soul begged for escape, tortured by what dark eyes lingered over me in authority.

"How are you, Scarlett?" the devil smirked mockingly, terrifyingly charming, and I knew this was a game.

"What am I doing here?" My fists gripped the fabric covering my skin and it took everything I had to not collapse.

"You didn't answer my question," he blandly said as he shuffed to one side and rested his hand against the railing. In this sweltering heat, it was almost impossible to keep my focus, but I managed only just when my brother's face flashed across my mind, leaving me with the hope I would help him. Even if it meant dying one million times in the most painful of ways.

"I did feel terrible, now the feeling is unknown, even to myself. I can tell you I feel worse, however." I cringed at my choice of words and regretted what I had said immediately.

I expected something to happen. Anything. But there he stood, chuckling to himself like it was some sort of inside joke no one understood but himself.

"Now, now, Scarlett. Something get into your knickers?" Lowly he asked, but I felt a different meaning to it.

"Fortunately, no," I answered. Like I hadn't said a thing, the devil, looking unusually humane, paced down the platform and opened the large metal door. He paused.

"Would you like to come join me on a tour round the castle or would you rather a romantic candleit dinner down in hell?" he asked, boredom radiating off him in every angle, though I could sense his humor, unused for what I knew was a while.

Snapping out of my faze, I moved towards him and crept in between his arms and the door, and with the loud slam of it, he followed.

"Follow me," he murmured, long strides putting much larger distance between our bodies. More than anything, I appreciated that, but I wasn't going to find my way around the castle alone.

And so, I followed him. In silence, we paced down extensive hallways with dull stones to lower the happiness and no light to lead the way. We turned endless corners and stepped through infinite doors until we reached a lighter, longer hall. It was much wider and the ceiling was higher, chandeliers of the most elusive gold hanging gloriously. Patterns had been left, carved into the blank walls, swirls with so many different meanings scattered over the massive sheet of white.

"Just come in," he whispered harshly as he pushed open double doors, and I flinched at the sudden harshness towards me.

I gasped at the thrilling sight before me. It may have been thrilling, but all the same, it was terrifying. Unlike the brightly lit hallway, this room was dimly lit; I couldn't tell if my eyes deceived me, but the lights would flicker on and off every once in a while, leaving an eery claw to creep up my spine. However, like every room, this one had a fire at the far end of it. The sudden shocks that made me jump were caused by the wood crackling, and voices corroded my mind, leaving me to support myself with something. Anything.