The Devil's Kisses//On Hold

Chapter 8: The Unwanted

(A/N: Hey guys! I'm pretty pumped up for this chappie because truth be told, Mikhail is quite the arrogant hottie. Anyways, this is the part when you start shipping the forbidden ship. <3

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The song's called "Lost Together" by Brennin Hunt; imagine Mikhail singing that to you, wink wink.
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MIKHAIL'S POV

I frowned as the rising sun irritated my eyes-- this was going to take a hell lot of my strength to get used to. It wasn't that dark in the underworld, but I was exiled to the void (which was, in all honesty, pitch-black and depressing), so I'm kind of light-sensitive, as opposed to my three other siblings. As I was about to stand up from the rather comfortable bed, a pair of arms strengthened their hold on my waist.

"Are you gonna leave now, baby?" Asked the voice. My eyebrows twitched in slight annoyance towards her too high-pitched voice, but hey, she was easier to handle than the succubi I slept around with.

"My business is not of your concern." I replied sternly, trying to pry my body away from her snake-like grip. I knew I should have left when she was still drooling. "But yes, I have to go."

"Not even a goodbye kiss?"

"Listen Lissandra--" I groaned, running my hands through my hair. What's-her-name frowned.

"--It's Lila."

"Whatever." She flinched, as I gave her an uninterested glance. "Listen Lory, we talked about this. I don't do love and all those mushy-gushy bullshit."

With that, I stood up and headed towards the bathroom and took a quick bath. Once done, I got dressed and then wore my leather jacket. It was comfortable and lightweight, just how I like it. As soon as I stepped outside, Lilian was gone. Less drama for me, more for her, go figure. I hurried downstairs and bolted straight out of her posh-looking door, I don't even want to see her face. Without giving another glance, I walked away. Normally, I was the type of being who didn't have a sense of direction, but this time I just followed the familiar scent of wild raspberries. It was a strangely warm aroma, and it drives me me utterly insane-- to the point that my inner demons calm down. This woman, Lamia, still had her grasp on my soul even if she was a whole different person-- she had a bit more spunk, unlike her past self, Amali, who was bashful and mellow. But hey, I was the type of man who loved playing with fire and was always oh so thrilled with the pain of getting burnt.

As I jogged down the road, I lifted my head to see an enormous school with and equally enormous 'Darthwood Academy' placed on top of the building. The scent of the raspberries was stronger here, so I walked in, blending in with the crowd of unfamiliar faces hurrying towards the said building. Once inside, it was surprisingly quiet. It was then that I felt hundreds of eyes looking at me from every direction; male and female, old and young, they were oggling me like I was a piece of meat.

'Yeah ladies, get a good look of the only interesting guy you'll ever meet in your sorry lives.' But I digressed and smiled at one of them.

"Are you new here?" A girl with a red pair of glasses asked; On her shirt, 'Student Council' was written.

Obviously.

"Yeah, I was wondering if, a beautiful woman like yourself, would spare me some time and guide me to the principal?" The girl laughed, which kinda resembled a horse's neigh. Hm, maybe I should reward her with carrots for her help.