What the Winter Brings

Chapter Eleven

Jack             

"So, you think you can just get away with him not coming?" a demon asked.

"No, demons take their prey. I know. You follow under my boyfriend, though. He won't let you kill me. He loves me, and he will find me and kill all of you." Jack spit blood onto the slave of Hell. Demons were beautiful creatures at one time. Now they are all grotesque and disgusting. Thier last leader, Jorgan, as we all called him, had taken the flames of Hell and burned his followers to make sure none of them could escape his power. This demon, he was special. His skin remaned flawless, except one little scar. There was a scar on his neck, and it showed centuries of pain.

"Oh, my prey isn't you. It's that oh-so-powerful one. He will not be a ruler over us. It is time for us demons to take control of our own lives!" He laughed. It was a wicked sound, and was so evil it made Jack shiver. But Jack felt a slight glimmer of hope in his chest. He couldn't get into Austin's mind, so either Austin broke his spell and unblocked his memories, or Austin was using his abilities to such an extent that he was burning a whole county. That's when Jack smelled fire, and he looked up. In the afternoon light, which was dimming and the sky began to ink itself black, there was a bright flame. It was white, and had a person among it's wrath. Jack smiled, knowing it was Fire, his love, coming to save him. As the smell of fire thickened, it sent smiles to the faces of the group here. There were approximately seven Demons. One Jack, and one Austin. The persona of Fire, the one Jack absolutely fell in love with when he spoke, was approaching rapidly, and that sent fear all through Jack.

"Austin! Turn around!" Jack yelled. There was no turning around. Jack knew that. Austin was pissed, and with all of his power going out of whack, this could actually be the end of the Earth as everyone knew it. That scared Jack more than anything. He wanted more time with Austin. More time to love, and live. And show him how much fun life is. How much Austin would miss if this ended badly. The body of a sixteen-year-old boy came down to the group with white-hot flames for wings on his back, and red and orange flames on his feet. Austin's eyes were a full color of crayola orange. The outside of his irises were black, and the black expanded to cover the whites of his eyes. There was a new addition to the Firelord. There was a bunch of black swirls that seemed to emerge from Austin's hair. It went all over his bare skin, covering down his neck, and shoulders, then down his stomach. This was Hell's Curse. Only one could get the curse of the dead. Only the most powerful, most angry, most twisted Demon could get the curse. The swirls ended on his chin and thinned out into intricate patterns. Austin was more irresistable than ever. He was alot skinnier than Jack remembered, and he had a little baby bit of abs, barely showing, but they were there. Jack felt the heat hit him like a punch in the face. "Austin, go! Get away!"

"Quiet!" Austin's voice was so powerful, booming, and deep. The sound sent strong vibrations through Jack's body. Austin had achieved the title of Avenging Angel. The only Avenging Angel to ever live was Michael, and he was also the persona of Fire. He lived for almost a whole century, then there was Jorgan. He lived as persona of Fire for seven years. But that isn't the point! Get your head on what's happening! That's your boyfriend! The shackles around Jack's wrists were melting, and Jack didn't need to melt them off. He could have left at any moment. But the Demons are wicked trackers and would find him without trouble. "Now, let Jack go, and we can settle this one on...how many of you there are."

"Fine. Go. Let him go. Just know that poor Austin, here, isn't going to make it past tonight." The leader of the band said. Jack didn't go.

"Leave!" Austin's words were so powerful, it scared Jack inside. He almost did leave. He decided that wasn't the best thing. Austin's hair whipped around in that wierd way it always had, and this time, it seemed almost threatening. Like a bad omen for the Demons. It was actually, very sexy. Jack was going to bow down to him when all of this was over. He got props for looking like a movie star. He actually did. He didn't look like a regular teenage boy. His skin was pale and smooth and flawless. He looked like an Emo God.  "Jackson. Get. Away." Jack forced himself to melt away with the cool air, and appeared at the top of the tree behind his maniac boyfriend.