We'll Let The Fires Just Bathe Us

“What do you mean he’s you?” I asked.
“It’s complicated.” He grumbled.
“I’m smart now tell me.”
“N-“
“Jack this thing…Or you…Is apparently trying to kill me. I have a right to know exactly what he…Or you are…”
“He’s not trying to kill you,” He sighed, as if I should already know this, “He’s trying to torture you to the point where you’re so insane you’d tear off your own flesh and eat it.”
“Than you so much for those amazing details you know I really did need more things to be concerned about.” I replied sarcastically.
“Shut up. Okay so to answer your question, basically when I became King of the Forth Quarter, I didn’t realize how fucking stressful the job is. Did you know that I can hear every single person in my Quarter? Every second of every day, I hear their screams. If I concentrate on them too much they become deafening but I can usually distract myself. Anyway, though I was a demon, I still had some sense of humanity and compassion and hearing those screams made me feel so horrible because I wanted to help them. Even if they had been horrible people, no one deserves to be in that much agony. One day, it was too much and I tried to commit suicide. But where does a demon’s soul go? Hell. What was I the king of? Yup you guessed it, Hell. So then, in a way, my soul was ripped in two. Believe it or not, I’m the ‘nice’ half with all the compassion and shit and he’s my shadow. Nothing but ruthless hatred and anger.” He explained.
“Why can’t I see him?” I asked.
“He was trapped in Hell when I came back to life through this body. Luckily I was able to find this host before he could catch up. But since I still exist, I form sort of an anchor for him so now he can travel between both planes. Apparently now he can kill you by touching you and burning you, but that’s really the extent of his abilities.” He said.
“Oh yeah sure that comforts me so much thank you for that.” I sighed.
“Hey you wanted the truth.” He shrugged.
“Yeah, yeah I did.” I mumbled. “Wait so why did your blood stop me from burning?”
“I think it’s because the worst part of me hurt you, so I hurt myself to fix it. Similar to asking forgiveness, you have to humble yourself and hurt your pride when you wrong someone.”
“How’d you know to do it?” I asked.
“Honestly no idea, it was like instinct.” He mumbled, looking perplexed.
“Okay well I need you to explain something else to me.” I said.
“Christ, now what?” He asked. I dragged him up into my room and showed him the weird rectangles under the t.v.
“Those are speakers. Look I’ll show you.” He took my phone from me and plugged them in. That’s when music came pouring through the speakers. He even showed me how to change the song and everything.
“Alex, I have a question for you.” He said, handing my phone back to me.
“Ask away, I’m an open book.” I replied.
“How can you disobey me?” He asked.
“Well it’s easy,” I lied, “I just don’t do what you say.” I spoke as if I were talking to a four year old.
“Answer the fucking question.” He snapped, stepping forward, his eyes going dark. I shrinker back at his advancement.
“Fine. You wanna know?” I asked, “Beating only does so much.”
“What do you mean?” He asked, his eyes returned to normal.
“Do you know what basic training is?” I asked.
“Yeah it’s when they tell you what your job is and scare you into doing it.” He replied.
“You’re so naive.” I laughed. “Basic training is when they carve your number into your arm with an inked knife.” I showed him my tattoo. “It doesn’t feel too amazing either. Then they only refer to you as your number. You given name means nothing. They strip you of everything you are. Every aspect of your life is controlled from when you eat to when you sleep. Then on your second day, they take you to a room where they ask you to preform things such as sit down, speak, lay down, stand, jump, what have you. But before you have a chance to actually do what they’ve asked, they beat you with clubs until it hurts to breath. Also you are told to do intense calisthenics on almost no food and if you are unable to accomplish them, or you just flat out disobey, you are beaten. They do this for a week. Then in your second week, they ask you to do those aforementioned things and they actually let you do them without being hurt. It’s called pain association. They associate disobedience with pain so whenever someone tells you to do something, you’re compelled to do it so that you don’t experience pain. But beating only does so much. With me, the beatings they gave me only made me want to disobey more. Eventually after three months, they needed my cot for the next shipment of slaves so they just sent me onto my camp.” I explained. “I can disobey you, but it’s really hard so normally I don’t bother.”
“Are you the only one like this?” He asked.
“I’ve come across a few others who have the sheer stubbornness but I’m the best at it.” I shrugged.
“Okay let me try something.” He looked me in the eyes, “Sit down.” He said quietly. It wasn’t too hard to resist. “Sit down.” He spoke with more power. I almost did, but retained that grip on myself and remained standing. “SIT DOWN!” My body moved so fast I basically fell to the ground.
“The more power in my voice the more likely you are to do as I say. Interesting.” He murmured.
“Oh sure don’t mind me, I’ll just stay here then.” I said with a snarky attitude.
“Believe me, being on your knees is something you’d better get used to.” He smirked with a wink. I rolled my eyes at his sexual comment but I still couldn’t get up.
“If that’s so than intense frustration is something you’d better get used to.” I replied, crossing my arms.
“Get up.” He ordered, I did as I was told willingly and stared at him with a cold smirk. “I own you. You are my possession. I will make you do anything I want.” He said, stepping close to me.
“Yeah, yeah, I know you’re super tough.” I said and pouted in a way that mocked him.
“Get that pout off your face or I’ll give you something to pout about.” He threatened, growing even closer.
“I’d like to see you try.” I replied, bringing my face so close that when I looked up into his eyes, I felt like the darkness could pull me in. Without a second thought, he crashed his lips against mine and brought his arms around my waist and pressed me against his body. My fingers went up into his hair and I felt him bite my lower lip. His mouth left mine and went to my neck,
“You,” He kissed the skin, “are going,” He nipped making my hands in his hair tighten, “to regret that.” He sucked the spot until it was assured there’d be a hickey there. Then he placed a gentle kiss over the sensitive skin before bringing his mouth back to mine. He pushed me up against the wall and placed his hands hands on either side of my head as his tongue dominated my mouth.
“Oh yeah?” I whispered against his lips. Then without warning, one of his hands left my face and palmed me through the jeans. My breath hitched and I got even more turned on when his other hand clasped around my neck.
“Yeah.” He growled. His grip on my neck tightened and the pressure he added to my crotch grew.
“Fuck.” I whispered, throwing my head back and his hand was replaced by him attacking my neck, his hand now pushing on my chest keeping me against the wall. Pressure swarmed through my stomach and I knew I was close. My hands tightened and I was almost there, then he stopped. Suddenly he was leaning on the wall right next to me with a smirk on his face. “You asshole.” I grumbled.
“I told you you’d regret it.” He shrugged, getting off the wall and leaving but not before brushing his hand against my crotch as he walked by.

Notes

Title Cred: Let It Roll by All Time Low

we are ten chapters in and we've already got at least 15 comments talking about plot twists and we've got some like half smut...I'd say we're off to a pretty good start


also you need to listen to this it's a cover of lady gaga's bad romance by artist vs poet and it is thE SEXieST thiNG

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FoFtNx8n8Oc