Hypnotic

Eleven

I woke up sometime during the night to the sound of water running - I checked my phone - at 11:43 at night. Damiar was gone, so I highly suspected that it was him. I briefly debated on staying curled up in his bed or going across the hall to my own, but I finally made up my mind. I pocketed my phone and picked up my converse, heading into my room, closing the door behind me.

As I sat on the edge of my bed, my fingers brushed over my lips. They still seemed to tingle from that kiss, and I felt much more relaxed that I have in a very long time. I chewed on my bottom lip as I stripped out of my clothes and slipped into my pajamas. For a moment, I wondered if I was showing too much, but then I decided that I was by far too sleepy to really care.

I brushed my teeth and hair, deciding to dye it platinum blonde tomorrow as soon as I woke up. I plugged my phone in and placed it on the bedside table and flicked off the lamp, opening my door and padding over to his silently. The door was open only an inch or two, and I pushed it open hesitantly. The room was silent and dark, save for the moon casting in silvery light from his open window.

Tiptoing over to his bed, I shivered as the cool night air hit my bare arms and legs, and I almost crawled into his bed without hesitation. But I did stop myself, my eyes adjusting to the soft light and scanning over his face. He was indeed asleep, and soft snores erupted rhythmically from his parted lips. Oh how I wanted to taste him again.

I quietly made my way over to the other side of the bed and slowly climbed in, careful to not wake him. His snoring continued. I pulled the blankets over me and stared at the back of his head, my thoughts clashing against each other in a rather violent war. I winced at my growing headache and forced myself to shut up and just do what my body was telling me to do. I shifted closer to him, and with a deep breath, I slung my leg over his hip and wrapped an arm around his torso.

I buried my burning face into his back when he shifted, his head turning towards me slightly. "Venus..?" He whispered, and my worry and embarrassment washed away. "Yeah.." I whispered back. Damiar fully turned over, pulling me directly into his chest and replacing my leg and arm. Our chests were flush against each other, and our breaths mingled together.

I shivered, but this time not from the chill in the air. Neither of us spoke, and I swallowed. Do it. Just a little peck. Obeying the tiny voice in my head, I closed the centimeters between us. He kissed me back sweetly, not hungrily like before. I pulled away a moment later and glanced at him, but his eyes remained closed as a soft smile graced his lips.

I snuggled my face into his neck, relishing his scent. It was just as intoxicating now as it was the first time, but I felt nothing but comfort this time around.

I opened my eyes slowly, squinting against the sun glaring into the room. The window was still open, but Damiar was no longer beside me. Keeping the promise I made to myself about my hair, I took care of it and applied my new makeup before heading downstairs. My stomach rumbled as soon as I caught a whiff of frying eggs.

I found myself grinning as I sat myself on the counter beside the stove. Damiar returned my smile. "You look beautiful, Venus," he purred, serving up the eggs and ham. "Thank you," I murmured back shyly. He turned off the burner and motioned for me to join him at the kitchen table, and we ate across from each other. Halfway through the comfortable silence, however, I thought of a serious question.

"Um.. I don't want to sound rude," I began nervously, instantly gaining Damiar's attention. "But is.. Is Noen okay..?" The green haired male laughed slightly and sipped his water. "He's fine, just embarrassed. I haven't acted that way towards him before, and he was surprised. If he had fought back, then he wouldn't have been the only one humiliated."

I took a bite of ham and tilted my head at him. "So you're saying that he could have.. Beaten you?" Damiar snorted as he finished off his eggs. "That would never happen," he quipped. "He's just a demon. I don't lose to demons." "Right.. He told me that you were.. A mix of things..?" He sighed, pulling at his hair. "We both are. But you're stuck as a human until I can get ahold of Lucifer."

I almost choked on my Coke, the carbonated liquid dribbling out of my mouth. "You want to find Lucifer?!" I squeaked out. Damiar simply nodded. "He's the only link I have to the witch that turned you human." "But... He's in hell, isn't he? You can't just... waltz into Hell can you?" "He isn't in Hell." Damiar chuckled and tipped his chair back. "Hell is the place where souls are tormented. So I doubt he would enjoy being tortured on the daily."

"I'm sure.." I stared at my plate, not sure what to ask next. "So then... Lucifer... my father... He's on earth?" Damiar nodded again, taking our plates as he stood. "Both he and Lilith are." I furrowed my brows and trailed after him into the kitchen. "I saw a throne," I stated, making him turn to me. "A throne and a shrine." "Did you see the outside of the building?" I forced myself to think, but all I could remember was..

"A steeple," I replied, finally meeting his gaze. "I didn't see the outside, but I know it has a large steeple." Damiar smirked, shaking his head. "A church. How ironic." He pulled out a set of keys from his jacket pocket and wrapped an arm around my shoulders as we headed out of the kitchen. "Well, alright. Let's go find your parents."