Creatures of the Ice

Eight Ice

Eight IceCreatures of the Mist

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When darkness collides, every existence counts.

Sweat dripping with honey, The Devil speaks to me. But I know the truth that behind his every inch of satisfaction is another victory of what he has gained.

The short edges of his hair drops down like thorns that held his head, rather messily styled here and there. His dark eyes hold nothing but a simple happiness, but I think I can understand the facade that is hidden underneath. His pale, pink lips crook into a smirk, but I know better that it hides something unknown.

But is that even really how he actually looks like? I do not think so.

“So it was never about getting all of the trespassers, or even having someone to work for you ─ how can you, when you have slaves as far as the eyes can see.” He still does not change his position as his body is still sprawling across the bed supinely.

“No, I am the foolish one,” I continue. “I should have known, but I was too determined on freeing my parents that I forgot about the point of views of others. I should have suspected your offer in the first place, but it was too tempting.... too late.... It was because you are the master of seduction. I can’t believe I fell right into this.”

As I speak, I can feel a lot of emotions washed over me, overwhelming me. I feel so guilty, ashamed and foolish.

How could I let this happen? What has happened to me?

I never felt so unlike myself....

....Unlike myself─

“Well, I feel really flattered that the Queen of Darkness herself has admitted how charming I am in pushing people in doing deals with me,” The Devil cuts off my thoughts, something gleaming in his eyes. “But, I would rather be praised for my capability in bed.” An evil smile spreading across his face, making him look more─

The hold that both of my hands has on the ceiling and wall is getting weak in an instant, and it does not take seconds before my body gives in and falls on the ground. My mortal body feels like it has been sleeping for centuries long that it cannot function properly so soon. And for some reasons, even my black blood cannot fix the problem. Something is blocking me.... Or the reason behind me being weak is something else entirely? I was unconscious for a while after all, and of all the places in all dimensions, it has to be in The Devil’s cave-like chamber.

I crawl to the side of his bed, eyes looking angry at the possible culprit. I am not even afraid of what he can do while I am still in my weak state. It is not like I can die.

Not this easy.

“Come on, get on the bed,” he orders, and for some reasons, I obey without any protest.

What is exactly going on? Why is─

When I climb on the bed, he pushes me back to the doss right where I am, placing himself on top of me in the process. Our eyes connect in an instant, making me realize what my instinct has been warning me all along. But one of his hands already trifles my thighs through the cleavage of the black nightgown I am currently wearing, which its fissure I have not realized yet until he touches my skin.

His hand feels so cold against mine.

I want to yank it, move it away, or at least stop him from going higher. Anything. But for some reasons I do not understand yet, I cannot do any of those actions. It is as if I do not possess my own thoughts, not being able to control my own body.

Then I ask the question I am most afraid of.

“What did you do to me?”

My voice comes out weak. So intolerable.

Yet when he inches his face closer, my body becomes stiff, and that is the second that I realize the reason why everyone is so afraid of him, and the true meaning of fear itself. My throat feels dry like I have not drank in years. My mind goes completely blank. Everything of me becomes completely tenuous.

“Yes, you should have been afraid of me before,” he says as if he can read my thoughts. Or perhaps he can now, since I am already fallen under his gaps. “I thought that perhaps if I could make you scared of me, then I can have a little fun. But it seems like it is just getting started. Who would have known that you can be very appealing, even to me.” He narrows his eyes at me as they watch. “No wonder so many has fallen for you.”

His hands suddenly grab both of my knees and part them, placing one of his legs between them. His left hand caress the side of my waist while the other starts to roam my tight that the cleavage shows again.

“No one can save you, you know. Not even Abel,” his whispers in my ear, his lips freezing against my flesh.

The only thing I can do is seem to be just shuddering in response, which he likes. Fear blinds my eyesight. But of course, he practically eats fear. That is why he seems so satisfied.

The hand on my thigh moves higher, while his other hand is now heading up from my waist.

No.

He manages to slide down one of the straps of my nightgown, and then let his hand travels more of my bare back.

No.

He bends my body ever so slightly following under him so that the hem of the nightgown goes up inches by inches fast.

No!

The hand on my back finds the ribbon that holds this nightgown that I am wearing together, while his other hand is getting dangerously close.

NO!

That is when my nature reacts and a shadow rise from below, crawling so fast that when it finds the bed and make contact with the skin of my untouched thigh, I bleed.

But that is okay. Pain might be overwhelming me right now. It is the only thing I can feel, buzzing and screaming for me to acknowledge its existence. But that is alright. Pain will subside.

Soon, very soon, my senses are starting to come back to normal.

And that is the moment that I take to get away from The Devil.

Everything happens so fast. My eyes spot the black skull he gave me. I reach for it to transport me back to Earth, but his eyes are already locked and set on it. He narrows his eyes, and within moments of survival, the mini-scale turns its back on me and electrified me greatly to the ground. But I am still not defeated yet. I ran past him and rammed the door open, revealing a maze of corridors that I already know so well. I scramble as quickly as I can, not even a second thinking of looking back. He does not have to chase me to get me back. He already has his demons all over wherever I am heading next, which is outside of the castle. There will be thousands of wizard-haters all waiting for me to come right into the crowd. I know the risk, but facing them at least I have a bigger chance of survival.

Finally, after getting through the corridors, I push the last door that leads me to where the demons are. My feet hurt like hell ─ because I am stepping Hell ─ when they make contact with the ground. My aura already gives me away. The demons’ eyes are burning at the back of my skull, each wanting none but to kill me or even rip me apart in place. But I never stop running through the crowd as I get further away from the castle. Using all of the dark shadows I can get from this unholy ground, I manage to rip open the atmosphere and hold on to a portal.

The way to exit is right in front of me, but I still hesitate. Right at this point, if I jump through the portal, a dark deep sea will be waiting for to swallow me in its strong waves. I might be able to get away from The Devil later, but what good will it means when I lam most probably be dead. I will not be able to move at all in absolute clot if I really jump through the portal.

But I am so close....

The demons are getting closer to me, and so does The Devil. The hands are reaching up for me. But before any of them can touch me, the ground suddenly opens from below and I am swallowed alive into darkness.

I snap out of the silence when I find my breath becomes so heavy, so haunting that my lungs had ever before. I look up to find The Devil staring at me deeply, when I realize that I am actually still on the bed this whole time, untouched by him. He is currently sitting on the edge of the bed, two or three meters away from me.

“Now you understand, right? How the real experience of your own power to create living nightmare?” He does not show any expression while he talks this time, because it is the real him.

The one that I face is what I cannot foresee.

I am still in an attempt to take these whole things better in a moment before I can continue on my thoughts.

So this is the game.

“If you put it like that, then I won’t take this treason lightly.”