The Devil's Corner
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Isabelle's POV
"You have to finish the story," I demanded.
"Why are you so interested?" He asked.
"Because I love a good story," I smiled.
"If you say so," he shrugged.
We walked over to the park bench and took a seat.
He began to tell the story again, "He walked over to Lucille and George and demanded they get up. After his demand, they stood up and another demon climbed through the portal and knelt once she exited the hole. She was dressed in leather all over and her horns weren't black like the other demon; instead, they were orange. The devil proceeded to stare at Lucille & George; they cowered in his presence and were tongue tied. They couldn't even utter a mere sound," he added, "I bet you can't tell me what happened next."
"Did he kill them?" I asked
"Nope."
"Did he make them kneel and kiss his shoes?"
"Nuhuh."
"Then tell me already!" I demanded.
"He smiled at them," he said.
"This is better than a book. Keep going," I said.
"I have to go, little lady. It's already late. If I ever see you again, I promise to tell you the rest. Please, watch where you walk from now on. Have a good night," Lucky said.
He paused, "But before I go, what happened to your neck? I feel like we're close enough for you to tell me."
"Grim reaper," I shrugged.
He laughed in return.
He stood up and gave me one last glance before he walked away from the park, leaving me to sit alone at the park bench.
Damn him! I wanted to hear how that story ended. I wondered if he was just making it up and was tugging my strings. I looked at the barely moving swings and headed over to them.
I sat in the swing and pushed myself slightly. Now that I was close to home, I was in no rush to get there. I was lost in my thoughts tonight; too lost to notice someone else's presence.
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Lucian's POV
I walked towards my locker only to see Isabelle blocking it, once again. She appeared to be arguing with her friend, so I eavesdropped.
"I know and I'm extremely sorry," said her friend.
"You should be!" Isabelle exclaimed.
And with that, she stomped off but not before she received a burning tap from me.
She spoke before I could, "What? It's your locker, I get it! I was already moving."
I opened my mouth to say something, but she was gone before I could utter a word. What is the problem with women? They are such unusual creatures.
I was mellow towards her attitude; I loved making her angry, but she seemed angrier than usual today. I couldn't help but to wonder what had her so furious. I was going to ask her if she was okay for a change.
But alas, I never asked. It wasn't my business. I went on about my day as usual, surrounded by obnoxious school girls and terribly odorous males.
In my English class, I was too caught up with unkept business of hell so I had to shield myself from the class while I attended to matters from below; the urgent matters took five days of hell time which was roughly twenty minutes in human time. It's amazing how much of a time difference there was between these two places.
When I returned and unshielded myself, the girls fawned over me. I forgot that once I return from hell that I'd be covered in sin and desire. They flocked to me in numbers, causing the teacher to look at the girls with envy & the same could be said for the boys who envied me.
I, on the other hand, didn't want any of this. These school girls couldn't handle me and I was already preoccupied with trapping Isabelle and putting her in a cage.
The bell rang and I excused myself quicker than the others, but my short seconds of peace didn't last at all. Isabelle's friend caught up with me and tugged my shirt from behind. I ignored her and kept walking, but she was persistent and never stopped trying to get my attention. I only gave her the time of day when I reached my locker.
"What can I do for you?" I asked.
"I was wondering if you'd seen Bella around today. I haven't seen her since our little fight earlier," she said.
I replied, "Nope. Shouldn't have ran her away and you wouldn't have to worry about her, now would you?"
She defended herself, "It's not like I was expecting them to start dating! I was honestly just pushing her out of her shell and I only kept quiet about the fling because it was unimportant and I was ashamed by it. I never meant any harm to her, I swear! She's my best friend."
"Best friend, eh? Best friends don't do such a thing," I was pissed off so my voice rose an octave. She reminded me so much of my father. She even started to cry; what blasphemy!
I added, "Tears aren't going to solve anything. Get off your ass and go look for her yourself if you say you're that worried about her. You're playing the victim and friends don't do that! Friends acknowledge when they're wrong and they apologize and try to fix it; you're not her friend! You're only looking out for yourself. Selfish people such as yourself don't even deserve a friend like Isabelle."
She talked while crying, "I.. I.. I know! I'm a terrible friend! I know! You don't have to tell me, but what if she gets hurt. I hate myself for not telling her sooner, but.. but I.."
"Pft. Yeah right. Goodbye," I slammed my locker after packing my new books. I walked to my class and I received a bunch of stares. I creased my brows and returned a stare, but I gave them my special devil glare.
I watched them shrink in fear and I let a pleasant smile spread across my face. I loved the way people cowered because of me. But of course, this was the opposite for girls. They thought it was a signal to approach me.
One girl approached me and said, "Way to tell Jennifer off! I don't know why Isabelle insists on being friends with her when everyone knows Jennifer is horrible. I'm glad someone finally told her. My name is Paris Taylor, by the way."
"Why didn't you tell her yourself then? Go away," I scared her off with my red eyes. That always did the trick.
They were just a bunch of scared losers and brats. They'd never have the guts to say anything to one of the popular girls, but they had so much to say behind Jennifer's back. Tuh, women.
Reaching my class, I was greeted by a jock wearing a yellow hoodie. Such a tacky color! I scrunched my face up at the sight of it.
"Just the dude I'm looking for! Aren't you the one that made my girl cry? I'm gonna kick your ass, dude," the jock said.
"I could care less about you or your girlfriend. You might want to get out of my way before you make me angry," I warned.
"Or what?" He dared.
I didn't have the time for boyish play. I didn't feel threatened; I walked right past him, setting a foot inside Murray's class, but I was violently tugged on by him. I hated when unaware creatures touched me; he didn't know who he was messing with.
I showed him a glimpse of my satanic side; he retreated a step in fear, but his sore loser friends backed him up and gave him the courage to hit me.
He was sorely mistaken if he thought such a humanly hit would hurt me; he punched me square in the jaw, but the only one in pain was him. He tried to soothe his hand after he landed his punch.
"Dammit, man. What the fuck is wrong with your face?" Brad asked while flinging his hand back and forth trying to get rid of the swelling pain.
His friends took this as a chance to gang up on me but I grabbed them by their throats and threw them all across the hall, slamming into the lockers as they flew. Brad was shocked and ran away, disregarding his friends and pushing other students as he ran away in defeat.
Jennifer soon came up to me after the incident; her mascara scarred face was a hideous sight that made me cringe. I could already guess what she was here for.
I smiled in triumph. Was he really the type to hide behind his girlfriend after he lost a fight? Why was she so sprung over him?
She observed the other defeated jocks who were still sprawled beside the lockers and holding their necks while gasping for air. It frightened her; she was emitting an alarmingly increasing amount of fear the closer she got to me. She had guts, I'd give her that; while everyone else was keeping away, she was getting closer.
She reached me, came to a stop, and with a single tear, she said, "Thank you."
The rest of my day was pure bliss. My lunch was extra tasty today. The girls were also calm today, but I figured that. Tests were coming up and they needed to focus. I also pushed them away with a tad of my power for reassurance.
The day went by quickly. I returned to hell and did my job. I was feeling great today. I haven't fought in a while so it felt good to release an ounce of my strength; watching those jocks on the brink of pissing their pants & passing out was more than amusingly pleasant.
I tortured a few souls and went to my war room. I thought intensely about how I'd secure Isabelle's soul and bring her soul with me to hell and combine it with my power and how I'd share that power with my demons. I couldn't do anything but smile at the thought. I'd take over all realms and finally get the revenge that I deserved.
In the midst of my thinking, I was summoned by Thanatos once again. This is starting to affect my work and my personal time. I reluctantly went to see what he wanted.
"What is it!? I was in the middle of something; not everyone is able to be free all day like you."
He scoffed, "Excuse me. I was trying to warn you that Isabelle was closing in on Devils Corner. You'd better save her before I finally get my hands on her."
Gamora chimed in, "Please! Save Isabelle!"
"Alright!"
I returned to the human realm and it was already dark. Through the plane, I could see she was being led away from Devil's Corner by a bider. She wasn't in any real danger anymore, but what was she doing here anyway? This had to be my father's doing.
She could've seriously been hurt; they don't call it Devil's Corner for no reason. By the time I actually exited the plane I was traveling through, she was sitting on one of the swings in her neighborhood park. She didn't even notice that I was walking close to her.