Praise Satan

Chapter 13

Zeldas pov:

I refused to socialise with him whilst he was acting in that petty manor. It was disrespectful to me and our guests. I lifted my coat from the coat stand and as I went to put it on, he grabbed my shoulder.

"Zelda?" he whispered into my ear gently.

I ignored him. I pulled on the coat and left the house in a horrid mood, I wanted revenge on the bastard for the performance he'd just premiered to everyone. He'd deprived me of everything the past week in order to 'purify my body' as he liked to say. He hadn't laid a finger on me until tonight. No canoodling, no touching the delicate ginger hair on my head, for Satan's sake he wouldn't even sleep in the same bed as me.

"It's all about waiting" he'd been telling me.

He was acting pathetic. There was no need to wait. Despite my anger, what I did next was more than uncalled for.
I arrived at the grey room and ordered a whiskey. I've never drank anything so quickly. I ordered another and before I knew it I'd had 5, but I was still completely focused and not even close to becoming splifficated. The rest of the grey room was empty. Dorian grey, the bar tender, is a good friend of faustus and has never betrayed him. He's a dedicated member of the Judas society, which means he's always followed rule number 13: you must never have amorous thoughts about another brothers partner. He also follows rule number 15 , never seduce a brothers partner, and 17 , never have a *secret* relationship with a witch. You see, it's nothing to take pride in, but there are few warlocks whom haven't had amorous thoughts about me. I know that enrages Faustus but there is little he can do about it. He loves me too much to leave me for something like that.

Grey watched me from the other side of the bar. He studied me carefully and as I glanced over at him he turned away.

"Something wrong grey? Do you want something?" I said.

"Only something I cannot have sister Zelda." he replied.

"And what might that be?" I muttered.

"Oh I shan't speak of it Spellman. I'd be executed if I were to do so."

"Then don't tell me. Show me." I whispered seductively.

He approached me slowly and placed down the glass he was polishing. He looked me in the eyes and lifted me out of my seat. As I stood in front of him he slid his hands down my sides gently. I edged closer to him and he held his arms around my waist. In the moment, I wasn't thinking about Faustus, nor was I thinking about my upcoming wedding that was only two days away. His hands ventured around my body and slid off my blazer. I placed my lips on his and soon our clothes were on the floor. My body lay comfortably on the cold counter top of the grey room and I felt the most pleasure I'd felt in weeks. I didn't hear the approaching footsteps as Faustus came closer and closer calling my name. He must've been looking for me for hours. He swung open the door, finally realising where I was.

"How could you both." He managed to verbalise.

He spoke with such disappointment that it disheartened me. I sat up and picked up my shirt and trousers, not rushing, he'd seen it all before. I knew he was angry so when he helped me down from the counter top I was confused to say the least. Dorian was already dressed again and hurrying to clean the counter off and close for the night. Faustus kissed my head and left. I followed after him but he pretended I wasn't there. He went to his bed chamber and locked the door before I could enter. I went back to the mortuary hanging my head. I rarely feel ashamed of myself but tonight, I truly did.

"Zelds? Are you alright?" Hilda asked me, desperately trying to figure out what was going on.

"I'm fine sister. I think I'm going to go to bed."

"It's far too early for that! Come on sit down. Are you hungry? I can cook something for you if you want. Garlic bread? Spaghetti with tomatoes and oregano? Ohh yummy cookies?!" she rambled on.

"Cookies sound good." I said miserably as I slumped into a seat at the table.

Hilda looked worried. Within 15 minutes she had served me 4 different types of cookie on a sparkling white plate. She didn't bother to ask what was wrong again as she knew it wasn't the right time. My wedding was in two days. This may have been my biggest mistake yet.