4 The Prince of Hell

I could not help but to stare at him. This is something I had not expected, to be faced to face with the prince of hell and have a pull that should not be there. I glanced down at my ring that held a blew emerald in it that my father had given to me. I suddenly thought back to all the training I had been put through and stared directly at Asmo as if he is the actual devil or Lucifer himself. There was no way I would let him trick me or pull a fast one on me thinking I did not realize who he was right off the bat. I would need to make the first move before he did, or I would end up screwing myself over. With that thought being in my head, I let him help me up, and in the process brought my leg up and around to kick him in the side, in hopes that would not knock him down. Instead of making impact with him though, he caught my leg with his hand with ease, as if he knew it was going to happen. I stared at him still, with one of his hands on my leg, and the other holding my hand from where he was helping me at. He was smiling at me, as if nothing were happening. That only frustrated me. I do not know who he thought he was but taking me down was something he was not going to do. I snatched my leg and hand back from him, catching my balance and taking a step back before he could tighten his grip to hold me in place. I frowned at him, watching every move he made, as I still made a couple of steps back away from him.

“Are you not going to tell me your name?” He questioned, crossing his arms over his chest. I stared at him as if he had done lost his mind. Why would I tell him my name? Does he not already know who I am? We are enemies, not friends.

“Why should I tell you, my name? Or even trust you at that?” I questioned back, instead of answering. I was going to make sure I did not give into him so easily. He frowned, not liking the answer that I had given him. He rolled his eyes and watched me, hoping he would get emotions from my eyes, that I would not let off for him to see or witness.

“What is so wrong with telling me? I don’t even know you, so I could not have offended you in any way.” He spoke coldly. It was my turn to be confused. How did he not see who I was? Yeah, I am sure that my human cover was in place, but with him being the prince of hell he should be able to see right through my human form. Maybe I was wrong, maybe he did not have that kind of powers. I stood up straight, still watching him to make sure I was not being stupid.

“Sarai. That is my name...” I spoke, trailing off from my sentence. I watched, seeing if I could catch anything from his eyes. I got nothing so far, which only frustrated me more. I usually am particularly good at being able to read people or other creatures, but I could not read him. That only made me question my abilities and debate if I needed to train myself more than I have in the past. No one knew, I was able to do that, but something in my head had told me not to tell the other angels and to keep it to myself, so I did just that. He is frowning at her now making her uncomfortable under his gaze.

“Sarai as in the princess of heaven?” He questioned. I only nodded my head, not finding it in me to speak with the situation. He cocked his head to the side, smiling at me once again. I am sure now that he knows who I am. I could be wrong though. He took one step forward and paused.

“What are you doing way out here?” He asked, sliding his hands into his pockets. I wondered if this is what he really looked like, or if this was a disguise like me? After all, they are angels too, even if they came from the underworld known as hell.

“Honestly, was just wanting to explore a little...” I spoke, my sentence drifting off again. I didn’t want to give off more than he needed to know because I didn’t want to alert him on who I was. I was afraid my cover would be blown then. I knew I was sent down here to find demons, but not to find the prince of hell. We had not trained for a situation like that yet. He grinned at her once again.

“Why do I get the feeling that you are lying to me?” He questioned. I froze when he spoke that. No way had he been able to pick up on that. I am the best liar in heaven. I thought I was anyways.

“Not sure why you would feel like that. I am being honest.” I spoke, forcing my voice to be truthful. I could not give myself away. That is what I kept telling myself anyways. He was still watching me, as if he were looking right through me.

“I still don’t believe you are telling me the truth deary.” He spoke. I lifted my eyebrows at his statement. It really was not his business what I was doing anyways. I crossed my arms over my chest and rolled my eyes, pushing a human attitude forward so he would think that I am human.

“Why would it be your business anyways?” I asked coldly. I would show him that he would need to let me be and goes his own way so that I could get back to exploring without having to battle it out by now. After I said that though, the mood around us changed, and the weather picked up slightly. I was sure it had something to do with him. He was no longer smiling, and he had an angry look on his face. This could not be good. I mentally sighed, and took a deep breath, slowly letting it out.

“I don’t think you know who I am, judging by the way you are talking to me, little human.” He spoke in a low tone voice. Once again, I raised my eyebrows at him. Human? Yeah, he does not know who I am yet. That was a good thing, because then he will assume that he can beat me, but he will not be able to. I squinted my eyes at him, not sure if I should respond, or stay quiet and see what he is going to do. I shrugged my shoulders at him, still watching him closely. I am going to keep my mouth quiet. I wanted to see what he would be up to. I felt my pocket, noticing I had slipped a tracking device in there this morning. ‘Good, when we go to fight, I will slip it on him somewhere he won't be able to see it.’ I thought to myself, still watching him as he stared at her. This is going to be good, because then I will be able to see where he goes after this is over. I just hope that I am strong enough to get out of here before I do get hurt or something bad happens. For a few moments, he did not move or say anything but stared at me intently. I made sure to stay alert for when he did so that I would be prepared. We stood staring at each other for a good five minutes, no one moving or making any kind of noise that set the other off. It had become intense, and the air around me had thickened.

Out of nowhere, he began running at me, throwing his fist back getting ready to swing at me. What made it bad, was the fact that his wrist was on fire. At first, I was startled, but I shook my head forcing myself back into reality and putting up a burier around me so that he could not hit me. When his fist collided with the burier, it zapped and through him backwards a good distance. Once he was a good way back, I took the burier down, and watched him from afar. He slowly stood up, growling at me as if he was animal. It did not scare me in the slightest. It only made me angry. How dare he think he can get over on me.

“You sure you want to take this route?” I asked angrily. He stared at me, still baring his teeth in my direction. I ignored it, not letting it get the best of me, and continued to wait and see if he was going to respond or not. I knew this was taking up too much time, but there was no way he was just going to let me walk away. I had to think quick and come up with a plan before he took me out before I could even complete my mission. I scanned my surroundings, glancing back at him occasionally to make sure that he had not decided to charge at me again. There were a few openings in the trees, that could help plan an escape when the time was right.

“Who are you? You are not an ordinary human!” He yelled out at me. I could hear the anger in his voice. It was quite surprising. Why was he angry? Is he mad that I am not like the rest of the other humans? Do they bully them that bad? Those thoughts were irritating, the humans could not have done anything to them to deserve to be treated like that.

“The name is Sarai. Nice to meet you.” I spoke coldly. His jaw dropped, and he gawked at me, as if I was creature that he had never seen before. That boosted my confidence very well. Maybe I had him more scared than he let off to be.

“And why, would the princess of heaven herself, be down here on the likes of earth?” He questioned, now standing on his feet, facing towards her. I frowned at his question. There was nothing wrong with her being here, on earth, with my father's creation. I was very honored to be here. Not something that he would understand anyways. His father was colder hearted then he was, and sometimes was believed to not even have a heart. Yes, he once had the most beautiful wings in heaven, but that did not change how heartless he was. Not in our eyes anyways. His son may see differently, but that is only because he was raised that way and taught different than what we were.

“I don’t see how that is any of your concern.” I spoke, not letting off any anger or anything that he could use against me. That is one thing I did not need right now, and that was him figuring out stuff about me that he did not need to know or figuring anything out that would put myself or heaven at risk.

“I am fairly sure that is, considering who I am. I am sure you already know who as well.” He growled at me. I raised my eyebrows once again. Well of course I knew who he was. He is more on the slow side apparently.

“Yeah, I knew who you were from the start. It did not take me anytime at all to figure out who you were, unlike you.” I spoke. I cleared all the emotions from my voice and hoped that nothing showed in my eyes. He growled once again, glaring.

“This is not over, I assure you. Next time I will be more prepared. So, I hope that you will be ready.” He spoke, disappearing into thin air. I sighed, closing my eyes, and letting out the breath I had been holding. I had not been expecting that, but it did not explain the pull I felt to enter the woods to begin with. I was utterly confused, and not sure what that feeling was, but right now she needed to be more focused on the fact that the prince of hell was here, and I needed to let someone know. I guess I would have to explore later in the future. I walked back towards the outside of the woods, taking one last glance behind me, before walking into town once again to go to my apartment.

I closed the door behind me as I entered the home and took my shoes off at the door. I let out a loud sigh, as I made my way to the kitchen. Callan sat at the counter, staring out the window, paying attention to nothing. I stopped at the door and watched him for a moment, before walking over to the fridge to pull something out to cook for dinner. I glanced around for a minute, not sure on what I wanted. A steak sounded good, but I did not have it in me to cook one of those. I growled out loud by accident, and slammed the fridge closed. I could now feel Callan watching me, but I did not care now, I was hungry and aggravated, and I wanted to food to cheer me up. I stopped walking, placing my hands on my hips, looking to the ground to think of a solution. I could not think of anything so far.

“What is the issue?” I heard Callan ask from behind me. I closed my eyes, and sighed. I had hoped he was not going to ask that question, but I guess It was inevitable. I was being too noisy with my anger for him not to notice.

“I am frustrated, and I want food, specifically that steak that is sitting in there.” I spoke, keeping my hands on my hips, and my head facing the ground. I did not want to face him right now or to let him see the emotions swimming through my eyes. I would eat first and then tell him about the incident that occurred in the woods. Something in my head was telling me not to, but I was going to anyways, because someone needed to know. I heard his chair scrape against the tile floor, from where I assumed, he was standing up and started walking my way.

“I will cook the steak for you, just move out of my way. After you eat, you can tell me what’s got you so frustrated.” He spoke, walking past me to the fridge, and pulled out the steak that was there. I walked over to the chair at the counter, taking a seat and putting my head in my hands, watching him cook. If he was going to do that, then I am going to sit here, and take a breather for a moment. I let that idiotic devil junior work my nerves, and I should not have. I should have taken him down and walked away like I was trained but I did not, and I had no idea why. Was something wrong with me? I could have sworn my heart was telling me not to, but I knew that I had to, and had no choice about it either. Something was not right with this situation, and I needed to figure it out, but I needed help with figuring it out.

I glanced up at Callan as he looked down at the stove cooking my steak for me. He would help me out with this, and I knew that, but who and all is he going to tell? Could I trust him? Would he tell the higher-ups and they make me go back for not going ahead and taking him down right then and there? Those thoughts coursed through my mind and made me worried that I just might have already failed at my long-term mission. I did not want to do this mission to begin with, but I knew it had to be done either way and there was no excuse not to do it. I was sure that they would consider this treason. I could be wrong, but I do not see why they would not. Blowing an opportunity like that is a big mistake, and I knew it, but I did nothing about it. I looked back down at the table again, trying to clear my mind, but I could not. There was nothing that I could try to think about without thinking about the whole situation that I had myself in. I needed to get myself out of this situation, I just needed to figure out a plan to do it, but first I needed to try and see if Callan was going to be understanding.

Callan set the plate down in front of me and took a seat next to me without saying a word. He knew there was something on my mind but was going to let me eat before he brought it up. I was thankful for it because I felt like I was starving. Funny thing, us angels never got hungry like this in heaven, but now that we are on earth, its like we have not ate in years. It is quite annoying, maybe even frustrating. Taking time out to eat was not something that I wanted to put in my schedule, but it seems that I have no choice. This is the whole part of fitting in with everything around us and giving nothing off that was suspicious. I rolled my eyes at that Ludacris thought to. I sliced into my steak, taking a bite of the red goodness, letting my eyes roll at the taste. I turned and looked at Callan, giving a satisfied smile.

“How come we do not have things like this back at home?” I asked wondrously, taking another bite. He raised his eyebrows at me, giving a soft smile.

“That is a question that I can not answer princess. You would need to ask your father that one.” He pointed out. I nodded my head, understanding the truth in what he was saying.

“It is just going to suck when we go back home and can no longer taste this goodness.” I spoke incredulously, taking another bite once again. I heard him laugh a little and set down the glass he was drinking out of.

“Yeah, trust me, I do understand there.” He returned, swirling his glass a little. The tone in his voice changed, making me frown at him. I quickly finished my food, pushing the plate to the side, and turning towards him.

“Now what is your issue?” I questioned, crossing my arms over his chest. I was already frustrated, and I did not need him to be frustrated too. He was now returning the look at me as well.

“Nothing, I was waiting for you to tell me what was aggravating you.” He said, leaning back in his seat, crossing his arms over his chest. I frowned again, that should not have changed the tone in his voice.

“Yeah, I doubt that, from the drastic change you just had in your voice.” I spoke out sternly. I was not playing around, and he needed to know that.

“Yeah, either way that is not your concern. Now, you needed someone to talk to, talk.” He spoke coldly. I was taken back by his tone again. I let it go though, and sighed.

“Fine but anyways, I need to know, before I speak to you, if I can trust you not to say anything just yet?” I asked, taking a drink from my glass. He frowned at me but nodded his head.

“Promise.” He exclaimed sitting forward now, giving me all his attention. I took a deep breath in, and closed my eyes for a second, before looking at Callan again.

“I met the Prince of Hell this evening.” I whispered out. It seemed like everything froze, and the glass he was holding in his hand, was now shattered on the ground, and the shocked look he was wearing on his face, had her worried and on the verge of going into panic mode. This is obviously not a good thing, and someone was fixing too not be happy.