My Soul To Take |18+ ✔

VII. Trials and Tribulations

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My Soul To Take by K. A. Young.

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"Let's begin, shall we?" He asks as I continue to stare at him with fear. Taking a step back out of the room and into the hallway, he motions for me to follow him. With a few quick breaths, I lower my gaze and walk slowly out behind him, hearing the bone-like bars slam shut behind me.

There's movement from in the cell behind me, the imps returning to the bars and scratching at them, begging the demon, "Please, take us with you!"

"Your punishment isn't up," he tosses over his shoulder, amused with their pleading, their begging arising something from within him that causes a shiver to run down my spine.

The further I follow him, the warmer the air feels. Attempting to push up my sleeves any higher does no good, the fabric is thick as it is, and I feel myself breaking out in a sweat. The demon glances at my actions and chuckles, "Feel free to stay a while, take off whatever you need."

"No," I reply quietly, feeling his gaze intensify.

He pauses a moment and I nearly run into him when he turns on his heels, staring down at me. My eyes lift to meet his, observing the way he looks over me before he states, "You do realize that you're in Hell, right?"

I slowly nod my head, still not wanting to believe this is real.

"Embrace your vices..." his eyes trail over me, the way he regards me shifts entirely for a split second, "...we encourage it."

Furrowing my brows with confusion, I ask, "How can you say that when I just saw that poor man bein-"

"Poor man?" His laughter rings in my ears, goosebumps breaking out across the top layer of my skin, "That poor man raped and killed sixty women before he was caught by police, sentenced to death and was executed by lethal injection," he lifts his hands and chuckles, "but whatever you say. You can pity the damned for the choices they've made while living in mortal flesh and sin, but they're punished for those sins prior...not the ones committed within this domain."

I'm not following him...

...it doesn't make any sense to me.

When he sees my features fill with confusion, he releases a sigh and states, "That man's punishment is one he'll relive every day of his eternity here...but the rest of those hours," he nods behind me and I slowly turn around to see the same man laughing with another as they walk down the corridor next to us.

It's like nothing happened to him, cheery to galivant around the hallways with his head held high. His demeanor is peculiar, observing the way he continues to talk with such boisterousness to the man next to him.

They pause for a moment though, bowing their heads and praising, "Hail Satan!" Before continuing their way.

My eyes widen, and I turn around, staring up at him with a new-found fear. He watches as the two men now lead on far ahead of us, bringing his gaze back to mine where he sees my fear. Shaking his head, he chuckles again, "Oh, no, don't be fooled," he leans forward and whispers next to my ear, "I'm merely Lucifer's son, not he himself."