ℂorruption➼ Devil Louis & Dark Angel Niall

❉ Chapter 9 ❉

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It had been a month since I entered this living hell, though it felt like forever since I could smile out of pure bliss. Day in and day out Janette would knock on my bedroom door to check on me, and I would always reply with a small smile and the nod of my head.

I wasn't surprised when my weak grin convinced Janette. I'd always been good at hiding my emotions, especially to those as oblivious as her. However, deceiving her in the wrong way was not my intention. My smile was simply a camouflage to my sadness. I didn't want to expose what my heart concealed. Otherwise, it would prove I was weak. I didn't want to be seen as weak.

The devil, darkness himself, was never around. I felt that even as much ground as the castle took hold of, it would never be big enough. My lungs would struggle for air. What I would call my hands transformed into thick clammy skin I wasn't capable of recognising. Beads of sweat ran down the back of my neck and torso, sticking my tangled hair onto my pale, ivory skin. I felt nauseous, like I would explode any moment. As every minute passed, the walls would close in on me by an inch.

And as every minute passed, I'd felt more traumatized than the previous round.

I felt trapped, like I would be stuck under the hands of the Angel and the Devil for eternity, and I realised this once I noticed how I'd never stepped on the bottom floor of the castle. I didn't even know what was to be expected from it. Would it appear luxurious? Pleasant to the eye? Or would it only include anger? I'd pondered the thought for several nights, before giving up, mindless to a conclusion.

Engulfed in my thoughts, I cast a glance at my neklace. Perched below my collarbones, the ruby glittered and emanated a striking radiance as it shone underneath the calm light of my bedroom, and I looked back to the unmeaningful words of a book on my lap. I'd started to read hours ago to clear my mind, but that had only resulted in sorrowful eyes and an aching neck.

I knew there was no way of getting out, and that if I wouldn't have a chance of escaping, I at least, needed to know what positive changes my presence did to the devil, including the not-so-innocent angel.

Mustering up my bravery, I slid my legs over the bed and adjusted to the warm feeling of the marble floor, stepping out of my bedroom as I shut the door carefully. I would speak to the devil himself. I wasn't frightened of him, and I would continue to convince myself so, until I was able to find his weakness, which in the end, would allow him to, perhaps, release me.

Softly, I knocked on the door of his well-known room. And silently, I bit my lip and rested my ear against the door as I waited for a reply.

No reply.

Nothing.

Just the murmurs of servants and creatures as they padded hurriedly down the hallway to their desired destination.

Sighing in what I thought was relief, I twisted the knob of the door and pushed it open gently, only to be welcomed by dimly lit candles scattered on the bottom floor and the open floor above it.

I opened my mouth to release a mumble of words, but closed it quickly when a shimmering light, the shape of a ball, floated in the middle of the room, unattended to. Fazed, I walked towards it as I tilted my head to one side, deeply amused by what fading colour the light possessed.

Rays of light beamed in surrounding particles of dust around the ball-shaped light as they faded further away, and what appeared to be a thick swirl of fog twisted and curled inside the ball.

I came to a stop when I stood just inches away from it, and like my brain was disconnected from my body, my hand lay on the shimmering round glass object.