Morningstar

Chapter 30: My Soul

Damien

They were downstairs for a while.

She washed up in the bathroom and came into the room dressed in pajamas while Cerberus walked in with- he's a fucking demon??

Bella laughed softly as Cerberus told her something. I was so focused on the fact she wasn't scared, she even had a hand on his arm.

What the fuck did I miss?

"Uh Cerberus." I said dumbfounded by his current appearance.

He gazed at me, "Ah shit. Uh, She spotted me in the kitchen." He said going to the couch and sitting down. My anger grew rapidly, I wanted to rip the red flesh from his body and devour his organs for this!

Charging at him, the couch broke beneath us and I gripped his throat, tightening my fists and letting my nails split into his skin. Yanking his face to mind, I watched him try to hold his fear in, "If anything happens to her because of your irresponsibility, I'll gut you myself, then I'll put all your organs back in, and continue to disembowel you through different orphaces of your body." I threatened low as the color faded from his flesh.

He gave a rapid nod and I tossed him hard into the shelves, staring back at Bella who looked entirely terrified. Her hands laid on the door as her back pressed into it, her legs shook, her bottom lip trembled, is this my fault?

Shit.

I ran my hand through my hair, looking to her worried face, "Sleep on the bed with Cerberus tonight. I'll keep watch." I stated pointing to the bed. She didn't move though, she just stood there, staring at the floor with her legs shaking.

"Darling, rest. Please." I sighed watching her glance up at me and then rush to the bed.

Fuck.

Cerberus stood, rubbing his back as he walked to the bed avoiding eye contact with me like a smart kid.

I would kill him if I could.

We just have to hope Gaia doesn't notice anything. My fathers probably enjoying this all. He's probably laughing and patting himself on the back.

I sat down on the couch and stared ahead at Bella who was still shaking softly. Cerberus in his demon form seemed much kinder to her than I was.

She eventually went to sleep, and I felt such heaviness in my chest, such anguish.

A cool breeze rushed over my head and I rolled my eyes not ready for these idiots. "Let's go Devil Boy." Michael said gripping my upper arm and yanking me through the stupid portal of clouds.

I arrived at the gates of heaven, the closest I ever get, and I watched as Gaia slowly walked over with her glorious glittering gold skin and perfection of light. She wasn't human, nor anything she created. It was difficult to describe her, but she was beautiful.

Gaia moved to me and stared down, her four eyes watching me intently, "Her knowledge of our existence, of the afterlife, the truth, she must die for it." She said calmly, coldly, as if she didn't want this to happen.

Bella can't die for something she had no choice on, "I'll be ruling Hell by the end of the year, give her till then, and I'll trade you, anything you desire." I bargained, watching her eyes bore into me, "You can't offer me much. You were damned from birth. You have no power, no authority in my life. What could you give me?" She asked with a light scoff.

A foolish question, I suppose.

What could I give her?

I stared down at my hands, Bella dies and he'll have her, if I have time, if I just fight for a little more time, I can get her to kill someone and I'll have her soul. It'll be mine. Then I can place her into heaven, into my castle, into anything and anywhere better.

Last night I dreamt of a tortured existence, one where he owned her soul, she screamed for me, she cried, begged me to make him stop and I couldn't. I watched him abuse her, defile her, demean and even share her. It was the worst nightmare I've ever experienced.

The cost of a soul so magnificently beautiful, so remarkable and wonderful, so innocently perpetuating, could only be traded by one of equal value.

My soul was dirty, dark, hideous with markings of selfish desire and lust. With a heavy greed and disrespect for the human and animal kind. I've killed and damned many, it has to weigh her worth. It has to.

Her scream and pleading for me tore through my mind, deep within my chest, jabbing at my heart.

I lowered to my knees, bowing my head, "My soul. My soul for her life." I bargained, hearing her small and subtle gasp.

Is it that surprising?

Gaia

"My soul for her life." His words shocked me, completely uncharacteristic of him. I couldn't help the slight hitch of my breath, the shock despite the fact I'm rarely ever surprised.

He stayed bowed, the future of Hell, selling to me the one thing he is meant to treasure above all, for the simple life of a girl.

Well, well, well....isn't this romantic?

I reached down tipping his chin up and watching his eyes struggle before they met mine. The red heavy, the demonic tint of yellow and orange settling in.

He's demon on the outside. It's clear as day. But on the inside, he is entirely human, entirely mortal.

Only a mortal would do something so stupid.

"Deal." I said before shoving his chest hard.

He fell from the clouds, and he'd wound up back on that couch in the room. I can't believe he's related to that numb nut, Lucifer.

Michael kept staring at me with his silent quicker, "What is it child?" I asked with a hint of annoyance. I hate when they just stare. He cleared his throat, bowing his head, "His offering of his own soul...doesn't that make him...well" he didn't have to finish that sentence, I know all to well. After all, the selling of ones soul to devotion of myself is complete forgiveness of previous sins.

But for him...it'll be entirely complex. You can't be in two afterlives at once.

It's heaven or it's hell.

He just happens to be destined for hell.

"The time will come when he will have to choose, I do hope his bastardous father hasn't filled his head with too many horrid ideas of this place." I said a bit disappointedly.

Michael stared at the cloud that Damien had just knelt on, "So we aren't killing Bella?" He asked staring up at me.

Mentally rolling my eyes, I just walked out, not in the mood for this level of idiocy.

If only alcohol was allowed in heaven.