Lost To The Devil

Chapter 6: The attacks

After ten minutes when I thought he was done, I dragged myself to the bedroom and went to bed tired and sore.

The bruises looked even worse now but I tried not to look at them as I climbed into a nice warm bath the next night. I was only in for fifteen minutes when I heard the stereo blast on and a shiver of fear slithered through me as I climbed out dressed myself and peeked round the bathroom door, only to slam it shut again when a black shadow darted past and into my bedroom.

I couldn't stay here forever though as mum had told me off for playing the stereo so loud, apparently the neighbours had been complaining. So taking a deep breath I braced myself and opened the door, the music was deafening and I ran to turn it off until I was left in silence. Only two days left until mum would be back.

I tried going to church again and again ended up having to run back out to throw up and as far away as possible before the nausea eased off.

I got beaten again by the demon Belial but I was a stubborn girl and damned if I was going to lose myself to something demonic, and so I tried again the next day.

I was in the church sitting and trying but failing to pray, every time I tried I would forget the words or forget what I was even thinking or doing there. I was still wearing my sunglasses to hide the bruising when an older lady came over and asked, “Are you ok dear?” I guess I couldn't hide my fat cut lip. I was going to say yes but it was like my whole body was paralysed, no matter how much I tried to command my limbs they wouldn't respond, at least that was to me. I felt myself turn towards the lady and look her full in the face, but rather then say I was fine I heard myself hiss, “f**k off and mind your own business w***e, you think I don't know what you get up to behind your husbands back?” I felt myself smirk. If I could have turned red from embarrassment I would have, but I couldn't it was like a numb feeling, my body didn't respond to my commands but I could still feel it move just not for me. I was very much wide awake and aware of everything going on and it was terrifying not being able to stop myself from acting.

The lady paled and whispered, “You’re eyes are jet black.” Then she fled from me.

I felt myself calmly get up and walk from the building until I was back home. When I was inside I or rather the demon started clawing and scratching at my face. I screamed out of my own mouth but still had no control of my body as my hands now pulled and ripped at my hair, I just managed to scream out, “Get out of me NOW!” As I fell to my knees and then I screamed again, this time it wasn't myself but the demon using my mouth as he threw us to the floor hard. I felt a sticky sort of feeling as he slowly came apart from me but I had to keep fighting as he was struggling to stay inside. When he came away from me piece by piece it was like a force being ripped from my body, my back would rise from the floor until just my feet and head were touching it and then my body would slam back down again as he tried to force himself back inside, eventually I felt the stickiness rip right from me as I got my body back and collapsed back down again in a heap of sweat and despair.

I was still shaking in fear when mum got back home. I had dragged myself to the sofa and stayed there ever since in shock, if that was what it was like to be possessed I never wanted to experience it again.

“Grace, what the hell happened to you?” Mum cried when she saw me. My hair was all ragged, my face was a bruise of black, blue and yellow and I had a swollen cut lip. “It was the demon in this house.” I whispered knowing she wouldn't believe me.

“Grace don't be silly, there's no such thing, who did this to you we should call the police.” I just kept repeating “the demon” “the demon” “the demon” mum shook her head sadly and sighed but realising she wasn't getting anywhere she ran me a bath, had a hot chocolate waiting for me in my room and tucked me into bed and held me until I fell asleep.

Halfway through the night I dreamt of him.

“Belial, you really hurt me today, why?” I asked nervously. Smiling no it was a smirk definitely a smirk, he made his way over to me with those almond green eyes and those red rosy lips and whispered in my ear, “Because I love you Grace, and I know you love me too because you hurt me also.”

“How?” I whimpered as he wrapped his arms around me and then his golden wings. “You forced me into the church with you. You know I'm always by your side protecting you, loving you, but when you go in there it hurts. Their lies burn me and when I tried to protect you by being inside you, closer to you, you pushed me out and that really hurt Grace not just physically. But I know you love me so I will forgive you, do you forgive me?” He whispered gently. I found myself nodding as he lay me down and took me deep and slow for the second time, and I wrapped my hands in those perfect white blonde curls. He was so beautiful and he loved me of course I forgave him.

I woke up next morning and felt all the fear slam into me. Whenever I dreamt of him he always wiped that fear away, the reality of everything away and made me believe every word he said with all that beautiful deception.

Morning came and mum tried to get me to tell her what happened over breakfast. I told her again it was the demon and she sighed shook her head and muttered, “I wish you would open up to me like you used to, I just don't know what's gotten in to you lately.” Then she left for work.

As the months went by Belial was getting closer and closer to taking me over to the point we were almost sharing our emotions. I would want to give mum a hug before she left for work like always but the demon would sense this and the next thing I would find myself picking a fight with her so we would both argue and shout until she slammed the door shut instead.

I would try to say I love you and instead said nothing and thought why the hell should I say that.

The whispering returned at night too, it would start of quietly and build up to a crescendo until I had my hands clamped over my ears hidden under the covers in fear and trying to drown out the deafening noise. I could never make out what the voices were saying no matter how hard I tried to listen at times.

The nightmares were back to. Horrific images that would haunt me for days. I had a strong feeling these were memories of the demon and where he came from and it was horrifying.

I started seeing the shadows more and more too, I would see one rush up the stairs from the corner of my eyes and then The stereo would blast on, I would turn it off carefully and hear the TV volume turn up full blast so I would proceed to turn it down only to see another black shadow flit past in the living room mirror and then hear smashing and slamming from the kitchen. Tiptoeing quietly in there I found all the drawers pulled out onto the floor, knives, forks and spoons strewn all over the place and paper work. The cupboard doors would be wide open luckily no smashed plates, but there were four smashed cups and one cereal bowl. I was exhausted, tired, lonely and scared and I burst into big heaving sobs as I got onto my hands and knees to clean the mess up.

Halfway done I was still crying when I felt something slap my face, a few seconds later my hair was yanked hard and then I was kicked and pinched, “Please leave me alone Belial I'm begging you.” I heard him inside my head cackling before he bit me hard on my thigh. I tried to ignore him after that and carried on cleaning and crying, slaps came randomly and my hair was pulled again. The demon obviously didn't like to be ignored because I was on my knees cleaning up the last of the glass when I suddenly felt a strong force push on my back until I collapsed on my belly. I struggled to get up but he had me pinned as he bit my inner thigh and then my arm, next I felt my trousers and pants Being yanked down forcefully and the bottom half of my body being lifted until I was on my knees, I realised to my horror what was going to happen and screamed the only thing I could think of to placate him, “Please, no, please I love you I promise I won't go to the church ever again just please stop I'm sorry.” Suddenly all activity stopped and I collapsed to the floor in tears left alone once more in the silence.