The Devil

Chapter 3 // Fire

Lena sat there, mouth agape, completely aghast by what she was told. She just stared at Kara and searched for her tell waiting for an answer, for anything to let her know that this woman was playing a really bad prank on her. Kara just tapped her foot on the ground, the rhythmic thumping and crackling fire breaking the silence that fell between them while she waited, almost counted. She counted every second that fell between her and the genius billionaire CEO.

It took exactly four minutes, thirty-six seconds and eleven milliseconds. All the while, Kara just lounged in her chair, still tapping her foot on the ground.

"You're WHAT!?!" Lena asked.

Kara took her time to stand and meandered to the fire, she crouched down in front of it, the flames almost licking her pale skin and icy blue eyes. A grin spread across her face, almost like a joke was at the tip of her tongue and she just wanted to share it with everyone.

"You know, fire is quite a special thing," Kara explained as she gazed, transfixed, at the fire. "It can destroy and help. It's one of the most hazardous things out here, for humans. For me" she began with a low rumbling laugh, "it's just a toy. A way to torture, to hurt. But for you, you still see it as a danger. Even though it isn't one anymore. Nor will it ever be one," Kara turned her head to Lena and casually said, "Lena, come here. Put your hand in the fire."

Lena was baffled at her command. Her voice and request didn't match. She sounded like she was telling her to simply hand her tape or to pass her salt. Lena quickly shook her head, "No, absolutely not! That's just crazy! You- you can't be the devil!"

Kara chuckled darkly and shrugged "My darling wife, I think it would be smart for you to do as I asked. Otherwise, I can't set you free."

Lena slowly nodded and neared Kara. She made her way over- to the surprise of Kara- and stopped behind her. Suddenly Kara felt a harsh force hit her between her scapula, making her fall forward into the fire. Between her annoyed groan, Kara heard the door roughly open and slam shut. Kara chuckled as she pushed herself out of the fire and brushed off the burning embers.

She stood up and looked down at her ruined clothes. With a sigh, she slowly walked out of the room to the main entrance. She knew the time had come when she heard Lena wail. She began towards her at a faster pace- but still in no hurry- and within no time she is at the stairs. When she looked down to see one of her servants, Leslie, holding Lena quite roughly.

Kara glared down at her aggressive servant and called her, "LESLIE WILLIS!"

Leslie looks scared up but kept gripping onto Lena, "I stopped your prize from leaving, Lucifer."

Kara sighed, dropping her head as she leaped from the second landing to the entrance hall where her servant was. She glared at Leslie again and told her in a low voice not of her own, "You will not touch her. Understood?" A nod from Leslie and Lena is free again, but she just whimpers there, looking so vulnerable, "And she is not and will never be my prize. But for now," Kara looked around to the other servants who were present, "leave, all of you."

Within seconds the room was empty apart from mistresses of the house. Kara hesitantly walked to Lena, now faint and barely coherent. Kara rushed to her, grabbing hold of Lena as her body collapsed under her. Lena broke down against her. She tightened her embrace on her, kneeling down with her as she felt Lena's body shake and sputter from her sobs. Kara awkwardly wrapped her arms around her, rubbing her back and trying to whisper kind and comforting things into her ear. She placed a kiss on Lena's forehead before lifting her up, one hand wrapped around her side and the other under her legs, as she walked to a maroon couch in the parlor room.

When they sat down, Lena clung to Kara, staying close enough to be in her lap- something Kara honestly didn't mind. Kara watched her guest, surprised at the emotions she was feeling for her, pity, shame, something that made her feel like her heart was submerged all the way to the pit of her stomach like she couldn't believe what she herself had done to Lena. On any other day, Kara would bide her time preying on people's weaknesses and collecting naive souls, but this was something she couldn't explain, what she felt was... inexplicable.