Its futile! I am running, but I'm not going anywhere. Xavier is still healing, but somehow he placed a curse on me. I can feel the itchiness of it on my flesh. A desire to scratch my exposed skin almost takes over before I can quell it.
I will break it soon, but I'm not sure if he will heal first. If he does, then I am doomed.
The demoness is stuck in gear, like a loop, she was caught up in the curse meant for me. It would be comical, but somehow I don't feel like laughing as I turn around and face the devil demon whoreface son of abitch loser.
I can still see him pounding into and letting others suck him off. Instead of running away, my anger fuels my next steps as I rush back towards him.
I can see that his flesh is already looking better, the burnt smell is also going away. I was just getting used to the smell too.
I don't allow myself to hesitate as I go full on phoenix, flames erupting from my body. I see the spell breaking under my flames, allowing the demoness to run with her pregnant belly in her hands.
I don't think the child is Xaviers, and he better hope it isn't. The thought of another carrying my fated mates child sends me over the edge. My pre-pubescent hormones going psycho as my adult brain tried to reason with my body.
Logic is losing quickly.
My flames get hotter, melting the floor and items around me.
Then I feel it, a flutter that passed through my barrier. Another conciousness that does not belong to me.
"How. How are you in my head?" The voice that leaves my mouth is not my own. It sounds too powerful and too intense.
Before I hear his answer, I am wrapped in a bubble of soapy water. I'm about to laugh when I realize that it is putting out my fire. What The Hell?
Xavier continues to sit up in the bed, his body healing more and more. I start to see the original form of his demon before his shadow surrounds him, making him look similar to a human.
Interesting.
Even with the bubbly water wrapped around me, I ask my question, not expecting for my words to be more than bubbles, but I am wrong. My voice not only sounds fine, I sound like the cute preteen that I am.
"Are all demons spelled to look human? I say your flesh, it was red and yellow. Is that your original form? All the demons I've seen look human, except for the eyes? Are you ashamed of your bodies?"
"Are you calm now? I let you have your revenge, now it's time for us to talk" His voice rings in my mind.
I attempt to calm even more. I desire his blood and guts in my palm. My revenge is far from finished. I have saved myself for so many years for my partner, my mate. He on the other hand has been screwing anything that asks him to. The calm that I almost had disappears as my flames once again erupt, making the water bubble around me explode.
"Adira! I didn't know! Demons are not blessed. We don't have a fated partner. I didn't know!" He screams out in pain, my flames surround him. Once his words penetrate my brain, I finally get a sense of clarity.
He's right. Demons are not blessed. Instead, they gain more power with each evil act committed by others. Depending on their affinity, they can be weak or strong. Xavier is strong. One of the most powerful demons I've ever met. Which means his affinity is one that othrs commit often. Betrayal, stealing, killing, lying...gluttony...or it could be a mix of "sins" that has merged with his core.
My flames finally die out, and his body once again begins the healing process.
"I didn't know until you started speaking to me, then I was able to find our thread. The fate that links us together. I would never have done the experiments to you if I knew that I was one of the anomolies, one of the outliers."
"Would you have fuked all those demonesses if you had known?" I can't stop myself from asking.
The experiments didn't hurt anything but my pride and my stature.
The infidelity was painful on a subatomic level.
I watch as he puts his head down, thinking, before he lifts it up and responds. "I don't know."