Deal or no Deal?

Chapter 4: A Deal.

Hell rising, hell-raising, I'm ready for the worst. So frightening, face whitening. Fear that you can't reverse.

Shutting down, shutting down, shutting down.

Legend has it, he is always watching, when he chooses, he protects, from the shadows, from the corner of every room, hidden from all but his prey. Only his prey, only his prey.

The legend of Grey Wolf.

An animalistic beast, ready to devour its prey, waiting in the dark, searching for those close to death. But legends are all fake, right?

It's cold, so cold.

Darkness held her, holding her limbs, holding her still, choking her. Softly killing her. Cold hands gripping her, pulling her closer to the black void, dark, slimy fingers aiding them, something soft brushed her. 

Fear didn't touch her, but it was peace, peace and joy as her demon began taking further, saying words do harsh, so rude, of actions unthinkable, unforgivable.

Emotions swirling deep in her, dark and deep, pushing her closer to whatever held her. This is it.

And she knew it, her time had come, it was her last moment, maybe she shall see her father before the light takes her. (Did he know? Will he come?) 

She will be gone, leaving all this behind, an awful world with awful people.

"Evelyn Bonneville," a voice called, its dark voice sending shivers down her spine, shaking her to the very core. Starring deep into the darkness holding her with her heart thumping loud enough to be heard, fearing it would burst. 

Evelyn softly called out, pushing herself forward to reach the source of said voice. Her hands softly grabbing the darkness, nearly tumbling down, then she saw it, a glowing light, illuminating the world around her. 

A small glow of sliver, wisps of emerald green running around it. 

Then it glowed.

Pulling back, crying out in pain, the light nearly burned her eyes, pushing her further back, screaming she fell, hitting the black floor with a low thud, warmth touching her face began soothing the cold touch she felt over her, her eyes adjusting to the illuminating ball of blazing fire, burning with great passion in the dark abyss, frozen her place, gazing at the inferno in shock. 

Two red eyes looked back at her.

"You look pathetic," the voice mocked, its inferno burning bright as words sprung from it, filling the darkness with more light. "What do you want?" Evelyn's fear frozen form, with a loud beating heart and forgotten breaths questioned. 

"What do I want?" the fire called back, the entity's fire form inching closer, nearly touching her, she sprung to her feet. "The question is what do you want?"

"What I want?"

"Humans," it growled out, as if annoyed? "Yes, what do you want? Does your soul not fill with rage, anger and despair? Pushing you to the core of vengeance? Don't you feel like a ghost? Dreading you will disappear? You know you are nothing but a ghost, and eventually, you will have to fade." 

Turning away, Evelyn watched the flames from the corner of her eye, her thoughts running wild.

I know I'm like a Ghost, sometimes I have to fade, yes it haunts me, every day. They say I have gone cold and I promise I will do better, then they say I disappear again.

Haunting whispers called her, chilling her, trapping her in her place, pushing memories so painful she felt the sting as fresh wounds, nearly throwing her off balance. 

Coming out in hurtful gashes she turned to the entity again, her voice overflowing with anger, pain and loss, lining the twilight around her with an immense radiance of a dark blue mixing with white which slowly forming blue.

"What can YOU do for me?" expressing her thoughts in great fury, "I'm trapped in this, you could call me a victim but I'm nothing but a freak, am I not?"

Breathing out in shallow breaths, her voice racing higher, "I have seen the face of affliction brought by my reality, I'm tortured by the future of things that cannot be, haunted by visions of yesterday. Always from the run of my despair, tell me can you free me before I'm lost completely, thrown in this darkness of my own depression? Can you heal me, wake me from this cold slumber?"

"Yes." The fire growled.

"Why? What Can I possibly offer you? What can I possibly be in the very category of, for you to choose me?"

"You have no room for love," it answered back, sending out a wave of wind, heat touching her cold skin, her own nebula decreasing. 

"And your extensive sin, your biggest sin, you no longer have faith in your own lord."

Burning with great passion her eyes leered at the flames, its yellow to orange illumination ogling back at her. "What's in it for you?" fueling with immense power, touching her core with spontaneous combustion of euphoria. 

"Well, it is quite simple."

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Voices rung high, surrounding her with the reminder of where she stood once more, smiling she turned in her baby blue dress, grabbing hold of her bag, pushing her brown turned blond hair back, listening to their mummers, she waited, for him to come and take her away for here.

"Hurry, will you?" she spoke with a smile but only he knew she was annoyed. And so he did, rushing through the crowd dressed in black attire, blond-grey hair softly rising in the wind.

"Apologizes for being late," he spoke, voice soft, smiling.

 Smiling, she turned, walking away, 

"Disappointing really," she mocked, her heels clicking as she walked forward, passing the crowd easily. He followed forth, calling out softly, 

"We shall be at the mansion soon, Evelyn Dankworth"

He knew she heard it, and as he stepped away from the crowd, some say they swear he had a tail of grey, white-grey ears with fur and his eyes were red but you cannot possibly say something against the Danes strong in power, now can you? 

Well, the demons can't, after all, he is their Prince.