Demon's Angel ~ A Contestshipping Story

Chapter 4

Drew glowered from the shadows as May went up the 'd have to learn to think before she speaks from now on. Drew could think of at least one hundred Demons who would have ended her life then and there. And many, many more who would have punished her severely for even saying he wasn't her Master. He sighed.

"Timble, am I get soft?" He asked the zombie who was leaning against the wall.

"Maybe a little," Timble told him. "But I think it's alright. I mean, she seems hard headed, if your too hard on her, you'll break her—and remember what happen last time you broke a living soul?" Drew nodded once, conveying no emotion. "But if you're to soft, she'll push you around. As you are you're just right."

"I suppose," He muttered.

"Also, with May here. The three idiots would be bugging me all the time!" Timble grinned.

"But that's the only thing they're good at," Drew pointed out. "And they pride themselves on it." He turned and started walking away, only to pause and look over his shoulder at the zombie. "Also, Timble, could you give May a tour? I don't want her going some place she'll regret going until I've got her trained."

"Master, you really are a Demon of evil power," Timble muttered, walking off.

May looked around lost. Where was the room? She placed her hands on her hips.

"Lost, May?" She jumped and spun around to see Timble.

"Um, only a little," She admitted. Timble smiled.

"I thought so. I guess that's a good then, since I was told to give you a tour anyway," By the look on his face Timble did not like the idea. "Okay. First: any room is free game, unless it's locked, then stay out of there." He walked her down the hall a bit then stopped in front of a room with a door that seemed to be made of a darker black wood than the rest. "And never, ever, ever, ever, go into this room. If you so much as dare step into this room, you will be severely punished—Or, depending on the time, be dead." Timble shuddered. "Believe me, none of those are very fun." He ushered her away from the room.

"Um, what did you mean, 'severely punished?'" May asked as they spotted in front of another room.

"Depending the Master's mood it could be a lot of things. Hot irons shoved up your arm. A whipping. Bamboo splinters under your nails. Hanging you by your toes for three or four weeks. Water-Boarding. Rape. Those seem to be his favored physical punishments. I don't even know the mental ones. But I've seen the most stubborn of souls come out white as sheets and as obtain as dogs." Timble told her. "So, if I were you, being a living an all, I would stay on the Master's good side. And down this hall…"

After an hour long tour of the top floor, Timble lead her down the stairs. "Okay, I—Move it!" He pushed the Angel out of the way as the three young zombie came running past.

"Hiya, Angel Lady!" Laramie stopped and waved. "Are you better now?"

"Me? Oh I'm fine." May told her.

She smiled brightly and nodded. "Good! Now, come on, Angel Lady! It's time for dinner!" Laramie grabbed her hand. Maybe it was the fact that a zombie, an eater of flesh, had said it, but May suddenly felt sick.

Finally, Laramie let May's hand go and darted off with Yippee and Moe. "May, we're not going to hurt you. Angel flesh kills zombies…which is kinda an oxymoron if you think about it." Timble told her. "Since zombies are already dead."

"Um, alright," May said, then looked at her feet. "…Timble, I know I'm going to feel really dumb asking this, but what do Demons eat?"

"May, that is a really stupid question," The Demon said walking up from behind her, causing her to jump. "Demons are like humans and Angels. We can eat anything they can—and few more things, but that's beside the point." May crossed her arms and glowered at him as Timble ushered the zombies outside. Wait! Don't leave me! May really didn't want to be alone with…him. "Believe when I say this, but a Angel like you would not want to see a zombie eat. It would frighten your little mind to no end." He talk to her like she was a child. She opened her mouth to make a retort when the sound of crunching bones come to her ears.

"Frighten your little mind," The Demon repeated, grabbing her arm and dragging her away.

Scaring the Angel was way more fun than Drew thought it would be. Coming up from behind, making her jump, just flat out scaring her, it was all so much fun. These were the time he missed torturing lost souls in the capital. But there were some things more important than his personal enjoyment—like his life.

She really hated him. She didn't even know she could feel some much hatred until she was sitting at the opposite end of a table, glowering at the Demon—who was smirking contently.

"Aren't you hungry, my little Angel?" He asked. May glanced at the food in front of her—trying to remember the last time she ate. "None of it will kill you." He grabbed a pomegranate. "Or do you think you'll be damned here if you do?" He held out six of the pomegranate seeds. (*)

"Now you're just being mean to me! I don't even think there are Angels in Greek mythology." May glared at the fruit in his hand.

"Actually, I think all souls were damned to Hades in Greek mythology. Just some worse than others," The Demon mused, eating an seed. "If only that were true." As May opened her mouth to snarl something at the Demon, her stomach growled. Her blushed and glared at it. Be quite! She scowled at it. The Demon laughed.

"I cross my heart—if I have one—that nothing I feed you will kill you." He offered the red seeds to her again. Hesitantly, she reached out and pluck the remaining five seeds out of his hand. She looked at them, then at the Demon. He gave her a smile that might have soothed her fears, if it didn't have a set of fangs, that is and crossed over were his heart might be—if he has one.

Then, May gathered her courage and swallowed the seeds. They tasted like normal pomegranate seeds. But the second they hit her stomach, she felt like she was going to vomit. Covering her mouth, she darted to the window and heaved. Gasping, she turned back to the Demon, who was smirking. "Oops, I forgot. Angels can't eat food grown in Hell, can they?"

"You promised—" May slide into sitting position, holding her stomach.

"That nothing I feed you will kill you," He cut her off. "And, it looks to me that you're alive."

"I hate you," May snarled.

"Thus was the plan." The Demon smirked, getting up. "Don't worry, May, I'll find you something grown on Earth or something—as much fun as a starving being is, I don't think it would raise your face appeal."