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Loving the Devil.

Strong forces bringing two lovers together against all odds. How can they survive this, is they don't even know each others pasts? Will they try to learn about it? If so, who will learn to love, or who will run? Are they both strong enough to beat all of the damnation?

ClearWater101 · Fantasy
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18 Chs

Nine: Past of a Dead Lady

No matter how hard I try there is no way for me to remain calm. I am trying my hardest. But what are these people? Are they even people? They can't be people... Can they? Horrific thoughts run through my head, over and over again on repeat. As if I didn't place them there.

No, I am pretty sure I did. Because, who wouldn't be terrified to wake up in a place of no escape?! You sure as hell would be!

These people pace all around me. Make me even more uncomfortable with my own sitting! The lady walks to the end chair and sits, taking a sip of whatever is in her challis. The man, who is tall, really tall actually; Stands at the door, wings expanded out blocking any chance of me leaving this beautiful dungeon.

Fear starts to subside in my gut, releasing every ounce of tension that was there. For now. She really thinks that I am that stupid to try and escape... These people are huge. I am utterly terrified.

"Renee." The lady says so softly that it is like she is bringing peace to her self. She has offered me a fine glass of wine. I want to take it. I refuse to take it in the long run. My head needs to remain clear until I can find my way out of here. And even if there was no way out, I had to at least try.

Inhaling deep, I place my goblet on the black table that is in lined with gold; and ask simply: "Who are you?" They all stop their mid-sentence. "What am I doing here?" The same lady who appears to be in charge, smiles so evil that I can hear her black soul laughing at me.

"I am..." She starts. It is like she is trying to keep a secret. Is she? Oh well... I am not going to stress over it. "Never mind. I don't care who you are. I want to know why I am here!" I start off speaking and end up shouting without intention.

"I am Jeriah. This..." She points at the tall man behind me. "And that my dear, is Amon." She points to the man standing right next to her. "The reason I am here?" I ask while placing my challise on the black table that is black with gold decorations all over it.

"You are here because of your friend, Apollion. Or as you know of him, Matthew Soto. He was not of your world. Most definitely he was never supposed to find you. He was supposed to be killed. Instead he fled. Well, after light-years of hiding, he finds you. And ruins his perfect little hiding point.

"You are here, as leverage to get 'Matthew' here. You are a pound in our chess match. I will have his life." She speaks softly and and very reassuring.

I am their chess piece??! "You invade my body, take me hostage, and tell me that I am just a piece of your game?" I am standing at this point, my blue stained shirt has untied and fallen into the meat sauce, and my skinny jeans are covered in ashes. NO more fear. No more 'Oh pitiful Renee' No more. Nothing but pure anger now. I may be a lot of things but I am no ones toy.

I storm away looking at Amon. I can see the regret in his eyes, and the tormented soul behind them. Marching out of the dining room, I make my way down the twists and turns of the long, painful hall way; That leads to a gigantic red door. I can see these 'people' running towards me. I push with all my strength. It opens.

I look back and I start to run. Only to feel the air underneath my trying to drown me. I am falling. I see red. Blood. Fire. Death. I can smell the burning skin. I can feel the scorching bodies. I continue to fall. It is all a recurring nightmare. I fall some more until I land on a blackish-red platform.

Then the sent hits me. Jasmine and Vanilla. My mothers sent, that I know all too well. I open the small brown door, able to hear the 'people' running, some flying even, and all shouting.

I walk in quietly, and I see her. Standing there. In front of a hot bathtub. I can hear her crying loud sobs. I walk closer only to see the most disturbing thing in the world. There is an infant in the tub, being held under the scolding hot, steamy water. He is kicking and screaming, lashing to be released from the water made prison. desperate for a sip of air.

Panicking I push her away. She sees me. "Renee? What are you doing here?" She sobs as she reaches out to hold me. A hug I feel like I have to desperately needed. I pull away needing the answer to this scene that I have unwillingly laid eyes upon. And she starts to tell her story of how she came to be in this hell hole. I sit there and I soak it in. Leaning her entire past in the little time we have.