ℂorruption➼ Devil Louis & Dark Angel Niall

❉ Chapter 10 ❉

"What I'm trying to say, is that I have everything, and the incredibility of it all. I control everything and everyone. Including you. And, when my demands and desires are not fulfilled," he breathed. "There are consequences." Creases were formed between my eyebrows as I concentrated on my plate of food.

And, with one glare and one lift of the lips, he said, "harsh consequences." Then, he chuckled. It was a chuckle that erupted a million whispers and echoes; a chuckle that defined the meaning of darkness. I had opened my mouth to speak, when he hushed me with his own words.

"And Scarlett, my love," he finalised. "I won't be there to pity your struggling soul. Only to watch you suffer severely will I be there, smiling."

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The world seemed to stop. Unreservedly. It was like everything he had said was recorded, a series of sound tapes playing in the radio of my mind, repeating itself over and over. My reaction was indecipherable, as after several moments of studying me, the devil pushed his antique chair away from the table, and stood soundlessly, making his way to the far end of the room.

Even as wordless and reactionless as I seemed, I watched his every move, every facial expression when he looked to me. His selfishness had not surprised me in the slightest, however, the impact of his words were like a bullet to my chest. Their force was like a pungent stab to my heart, and I couldn't understand the extreme meaning of them until it was too late.

By the time I'd snapped out of my faze, my food had gone cold, tasteless, and even if it was bread newly come out of the oven, I would refuse to eat it. I'd lost my appetite far too many times in this castle, resulting in my refusal to eat anything, including delicacies such as chocolate. 

"Scarlett, your waist has shrunk far too much. It's unhealthy," Janette would tell me after dressing me. In the past fortnight, my strength dwindled, leaving me incapable to do so much as leave my bed. The healthy shape my body was once, became bone, skin, and just the slightest bit of muscle in drastic timing. After a while, I stopped eating completely, until Janette threatened to tell the devil if I continued this way.

"It's not like he would give two shits what happens to me," I hissed. Janette had helped me and mended me physically and emotionally, however, this was not right. Using the devil against me should have been the last of her intentions to get me to eat. Not the first. The devil would not solve any of my personal problems anyway. He would most definitely not force me to eat.

So, for multiple days, I wouldn't talk to Janette, let alone look her way. She would apologise, and tell me clearly she cared for me. She said she wouldn't tell the devil anything, and that she only wanted me to eat.

"The fact you've been claimed by the devil shouldn't change anything, not even your eating habits," she told me softly. I knew she was right, but I continued to ignore her, until my stubborn self noticed its clear stupidity. Janette grew tired with my attitude, and still, she had not raised her voice once at me, nor had she told the devil of me, just as she promised. Only when I realised just how much time Janette spent on me did I decided on eating again. 

"You know Scarlett, when two people get to know each other, it means they have to open their mouthes and speak." The sudden memory of Janette and I shattered within the blink of an eye, leaving only the devil's presence to intimidate my thoughts. I blinked several times and straightened up in my chair,  pushing my unwelcomed plate of food aside.

The room, in the time I'd been here, had somehow decreased in light, the fire at the far end being my only reliance of seeing what stood before me. My past with darkness had obviously messed up my mind, and my future plans did not consist of walking across pitch black hallways and trapping myself in dull, lifeless rooms consisting of no colour. "Oh, and not to throw away any hints, but Scarlett, my love, unless you want to get thrown into hell like your father, I suggest you speak." He spoke with authority, a string of impatience clear in his words.