ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜɪʀᴛᴇᴇɴ: ʜᴀɴᴅsᴏᴍᴇ ᴅᴇᴠɪʟ
Rσηηιє Cσятєʑ
My body heaved in exhaustion. What seemed like days was only two hours that I had spent out here with Father.
So tired, I could no longer gather the energy needed to move through shadow, or lift anything with my mind. My speed and the timing of my strikes weren't up to his liking and we sparred endlessly until now. Yet an ominous wind blew steadily from the depths of the forest like an omen of some kind.
"Again!" He demanded like a drill sergeant. I had never used so much of my power like this. The shadows, frail as they are, rushed to heed my command throughout my entire life, serving me for minor conveniences like moving short distances or grabbing something I'm too lazy to reach for.
But here, they felt stronger, and murderous. And that's when I felt it again. The breeze from the expansive woods surrounding us, and the familiar pressure building, cloaked me in armor. The darkness of the forest, feeding my shadows with whispers of bloodlust— and by proxy me.
It took only one whisper to reach me and give me a vision, one of power and another of violence. Shadows streak across our practice grounds from all corners in sharp, bladed edges. Taking arrow and tendril-like forms aiming directly for Lucifer as they jump from the ground, intending to slash his throat.
With a grin, and a hand in his pocket- my shadows stop immediately. As if paralyzed the moment Lucifer decided they could not move any further. "You hold back too often, my dear son. Surely, you don't plan to rule hell with that demeanor."
"Excuse you?"
"I just mean, you're nothing like me, or your mother for that matter." His index taps his temple, "You spend too much time in here," He said, gesturing to his head.
"That's because something is telling me to kill you where you stand." I retort with a spit to the ground, standing and wiping my clothes of dust and dirt.
"Hmph," He damn near laughed at the idea, "that's the infant death in you. The impish demon within, trying to claw its way out. Eager for destruction. You are wise to temper those impulses."
I huff, too tired for a snappy comeback. He seemed to have read my mind as he cleared his throat, approaching me.
"That concludes your lesson on movement today!" He said with a clap of his hands. "Now, as promised. I'll tell you what you can do for me." A devilish grin seemed to come easy to him as he talked.
"Where do I begin," he cocked an eyebrow to the sky as he looked with his chin held high. "Your mother-" he paused with a sigh, "No, no," he paced, the wheels turning in his twisted mind, I'm sure, as he took another look around.
He settled, finally looking pleased, with his thoughts, "To make it brief and simple, something is moving against me." His voice dropped to a more serious tone as he spoke.
"Oh! Scared someone is coming to knock your crown off?" I manage a chuckle.
"Hmph, cute." He shifted, amused almost, "But no. Worried someone might come to snatch yours,.."
My chest tightened as the memory of my visions flashed before me.
"I can't say I'm fond of my authority being challenged," he continued with a sigh, "it happens quite often believe it or not. All kinds of dictators, abusers, thieves in their past lives, all arrive in Hell daily. Believing themselves so great, that the weight of Hell appears better on their shoulders. This, is a challenge that makes me uneasy though. One that you," he pauses to look at me, "happen to be the key player of."
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RUSTY. | BxB
FantasíaRonnie Cortez knew he was different all of his life, being the son of an Angel and all. But when he meets a boy that challenges his ideals, he is struck when he finds out most of what he knows, couldn't be further from the truth. Originally Publishe...
