So You Summoned a Soulmate

Chapter 7 - P

Content Warning

This story includes s****l activity that is not meant for underage readers.

As always, handle with care and your mental health comes first.

When my slight of frame, but mighty in rage, soulmate slammed the door to the white room I am left to my own devices. Is this strange closet my new cell? Have I fled one prison to find myself trapt in another? I’ll have none of it. I might not know exactly how I got out of that prison but I’d be a fool to turn in one pair of shackles for another.

Feeling the wooden door, the knob turns freely. Forcing a breath out a sigh of relief, thankfully it’s not locked. I’m able to easily get out. This knowledge lets my pulse ease so I can more thoroughly search my surroundings. What does this room tell me about the dimension in which I have arrived? Or about my soulmate that is powerful enough to snatch me from my prison cell into this golden-dawned new world.

She does want me to hide from sight though. I can’t pretend that doesn’t lash uncomfortably. Does she not like the way that I look? How do males look in this dimension? Pulling my blackened fingertips up, I question for the first time in my existence if I am pleasing to the eye. I’ve had to be many things for my position as a guard of Hell: lurking, deadly, lumbering, threatening. Never have I had to consider being attractive to another being. Sure, there are plenty of prisoners who tried to flirt and entangle guards in ill-advised relationships to gain freedom, but that stuff doesn’t work if you just ignore them and keep striding past their cells. In fact, I often found myself being more irksome when I encountered prisoners to put off their attempted advances.

Snooping around the white room as the seconds turn to minutes, I find many folded scraps of fabric. A tub of some sort connected to the walls with a curtain in front of it. With my horns, it’d be near impossible to fit in there and bathe, though I’d. Shaking my head in confusion, I spy a stack of books in a basket and busy myself flipping through them. Pictures of all sorts of things fill the pages. Garments, plants, different items I’ve never seen before, and people that look similar to my soulmate. Some have her soft creamy skin and others have a variety of skin tones, but none are red. Clarity dawns on me like the rays in the sky through the window.

I can do this, I mean, I think I can. Flipping through the pages, I just have to find the picture I like the most and I’ll get the image in my mind's eye. There.

He’s got olive skin and wide shoulders, not so far different from my build but so displaced from being an Infernal that no one would be able to tell. Plopping the wide page on the counter, I stare at the picture and gather my energy around me. Taking deep breaths I center myself, this is where my power comes from – within. The fire burns deeply in my core, scorching my muscles as I am morphed into the new form of this dimension.

Like a shiver over my skin, I feel the change slide through me. My darkly red skin slides away leaving olive tones behind. Black hair stays the same but my eyes, the sclera turns white, and as I glance into the mirrored reflection of the glass it startles me. I’ve never seen myself with white around my iris’ before. It’s strange. Startling.

Grinning, with my now pink lips, at my smooth olive skin I snatch up a towel and try to wrap it around my waist. I’m not staging in this tiny cell, not for my soulmate to hide me away from the world. No, no more prisons for me. I’m free now, and I’m not going back.

My bare feet plod against the hardwood floor as I exit the bathroom and make my way through the hallway. It’s lined with many photographs. Mercy and a woman with wide brown curls hold each other smiling widely, they look so happy. In the last hour I’ve known her, I’ve seen her wield a knife, grimace, grit her teeth, and clock my every movement. Just knowing she’s capable of this sort of emotion unlocks something in my chest. My little soulmate is capable of multitudes and I’m raring to show her that I am too. There is a reason that the universe connected us together, beyond my relief at escaping the prison, I’m ecstatic to be getting under her skin.

Sneaking up behind her I pull the door open and replace it with my chest, so that we are pressed together in the door frame, facing the interrupters. An older version of the curly-haired woman from the photo smiles up at me alongside a thin man holding a tray of some fruit. Their eyes zero in on me as if my skin were still red as the day is long. Maybe I didn’t do well putting on my dimensional disguise?

“This is P, sorry for cutting this short but I’ll catch you guys later.” My sweet little blonde soulmate’s voice wavers in anxiety. She wants to protect these people that she loves from me. It’s fair, in all honesty, I am an Infernal demon from Hell that could easily rend the flesh from their bones – not that I have any interest in doing so.

“Yeah, totally finish what you got started there, Aunt Merc’.” The young man smiles as he chimes in and winks. He must be insinuating we are fornicating. Well, she is my soulmate and I did just create the genitalia required to do those things thanks to her picture books from the small room.

“Leo!” She waves them off and shoves me backward through the doorway once more. Her hands on my naked chest are molten like liquid need. This little soulmate of mine sure is a pushy little thing.