The devil's son

In a small place in the middle of nowhere, with few neighbors, lived a young witch of twenty-four years. She lived isolated, not speaking to anyone, not working or studying, eating from her land only things she herself cultivated and some animals she cared for. Her name was Ayla, known to people only through letters and packages. She had lived there for about five years, after becoming a solitary witch and not wanting to be part of a coven. She sold her potions and aromatic candles and lived very well. Two years ago, she made a pact with her demon to become stronger, beautiful, and independent, and indeed she was strong. She worked hard on her small farm, a beautiful redhead with green eyes and freckles on her body, and since making the pact, it was just her and the demon, who came every month to collect her pact with the blood of an animal, but also accepted witnessing animal torture. Whenever he came, he stayed in the darkness, and she saw him. Her routine was to wake up, eat as naturally as possible, and go to her plantation. She took care of the herbs, vegetables, and then the animals. She had sheep, a black goat that always disappeared when her demon appeared, a cow, chickens, and rabbits for sacrifice. Some neighborhood children came to her house and called her "witch" and threw stones, while the women secretly sought her out to buy potions, and the men desired her like no other woman. And so she lived. But one gray day with light rain, she was preparing the rabbit for slaughter. She became curious, never having seen the demon's face, wondering why he was like that and what he looked like. That night, out of curiosity, she asked him. "Is there only one demon?" "One for each person." She was very confused because this one was specifically hers and was so sarcastic, arrogant, and cruel, and she was not like that. She anxiously awaited his monthly visit, but each time he arrived, she lacked the courage to ask. "Why do you always stay in the dark and not show yourself since you are my demon?" "Do you want to see my appearance?" "Yes." "Are you not afraid of what you will see?" "No." Then he stepped out of the shadows, wearing a black suit, a coat over it, and black gloves. He was tall and thin, with a sharp, very pale face, jet-black hair, and emerald-green eyes. He did not look like a demon; he looked like an angel, with a face so white, contrasting with that black hair and his blood-red lips. How could he drink animal blood? How could he be so with such a satisfactory appearance? For a minute, she desired him but remembered everything she had done for him over the years. "Let's go, I'm in a hurry," he said, looking at her and breaking her paralysis. She slaughtered the animal, draining all its blood into a goblet. She was only wearing a white nightgown, which she let slip to the floor, and handed him the goblet naked. She watched him drink for the first time while he stared at her body. "Next ritual, I will want something different," he said and disappeared. Ayla spent the entire month performing various rituals and protecting her house and herself. Despite being afraid of him, his appearance still disturbed her. She studied and researched a lot about demons that month, also thinking that he might consider her losing fear of him and would do something to her. Discovering that he was hers alone made her think silly things, like being bound to each other, but she forgot he was a demon. She discovered that better offerings could grant other requests, and though she didn't know what to ask for, she wanted to please him somehow. The month passed, and this time she did not wait in a white nightgown but a red one that highlighted her freckles and red hair. The rabbit was already prepared, and this time he did not appear from the shadows but was sitting in her armchair, legs crossed, watching her. "Your curiosity intrigued me!" he said, looking at her with his hand on his chin. "Just curiosity." "Everyone just wants to gain wishes, and you want knowledge. This made me want to f**k you today. You can release the rabbit." She looked at him in shock and remained paralyzed, looking at him with legs crossed, hand on his chin, watching her. She let her nightgown fall and stood still. He watched her, she released the rabbit and approached him. With one hand, he strangled her and threw her on the sofa beside him. With the other hand, he immobilized both her hands, leaving her on all fours. He opened his pants, and she, already purple, tried to scream while he hurt her, penetrating her mercilessly. She was desperate, trying to free herself in vain as his strength was much greater. When she started crying, he released her. Every human has their particular demon like their guardian angel, and I am yours until you die. But I cannot kill you. However, because we have a pact, I have authority over you. Next ritual, I want a child. I will show you my world." Releasing her, he disappeared, and she lay in the corner of the sofa, crying. She always did well for all of nature, the elements, human life, everyone and everything, and now, due to a pact, she was getting to know evil. If she broke the pact she made, she would live in misery, losing all her desires. She slept there, naked, crying on the sofa, not knowing what to do and how to get a child or how to change this idea of a child. No, she would not take or kill a child, whatever he wanted to do. The animals were already enough. She was a witch, daughter of Mother Nature, sister of living beings. "I will not do what he wants!" Days passed, and she became more determined not to do what that horrible creature asked, yet so beautiful at the same time. She would do anything else, even lie with him again, something that terrified her for days and left her hurt for days. He said to get the child to know the truth, to gain knowledge. But what if she said she didn't want that, just wanted to continue as she was? And that was her big idea, or ideas: ° Say she didn't want knowledge. ° Lie with him again. ° Beg not to and emphasize that it wasn't in the contract. One of these ideas would work; she just needed to know which one. Days passed, and soon the decisive day arrived. It was a clear night with a full moon, the first day of the full moon. She waited behind the house, naked, making her potions, with no animal and no child for her demon. From behind the pines, he came, all in black but this time without the overcoat, perhaps because it was a warm night. He stopped where the light hit him, and his paleness contrasted. He watched her without her noticing. What was going through his mind? What did he think of that poor creature? He made a noise with his mouth, and she looked. "Where is my child?" "I don't want to know anything you want to show me, so I didn't get the child." "But I ordered you to get the child," he said in a hoarse voice. "But that's not in our agreement, so it's not my obligation." "Courageous, more courageous than I imagined," he looked at her. "So you will be the offering again, differently." This time he didn't want to have s*x with her as an offering. He told her to lie on the grass. He took a red candle and dripped wax all over her body until her white skin turned red and sensitive. After her skin was in this state, he made several superficial cuts on her legs, buttocks, belly, arms, and back. She cried, and he showed no expression on his face. She just cried, didn't move, didn't scream, didn't beg him to stop, just cried. When the grass around her was red with blood, he stopped and left, walking away without looking back. She got up and went to bathe. The cuts hurt more when the water hit them. She cried in the bathroom, but not from pain, trying to understand why someone is like that and does that. The pains didn't matter anymore, but that creature was stuck in her head and wouldn't leave no matter what. Could anyone not have an inch of kindness? Could anyone be so cruel? Would he do this to the child? Amidst many thoughts, she thought of him every day, and the research she did in books had nothing to do with him. He was a monster, yes, but when she looked deep into his eyes, she saw something. In his expressionless face, it seemed to hide something. She thought to herself, "Am I going crazy?" This curiosity was killing her, and it was only once a month. So she decided to find some ritual that could let her see him every week, and finally, she found one. A very simple ritual but needed the presence of her demon every week to enhance her ritual, a protection and strength ritual for her spells, and her demon as the "magic object." He had to come every week to give her some of his magic, and she offered her body in exchange, so no more animals would die and she wouldn't risk having to sacrifice children. With her, she could endure the pain. Performing the ritual, he appeared. "Do you desire me?" "I desire your strength!" "My strength and my protection, in exchange for your body, which I cannot harm because you ask for my protection. Why would I accept?" "Because you are my personal demon, as you say." "I will accept because you are a peculiar being." "What do you mean by peculiar?" "Others don't care about others, and you do." He approached her within the pentagram, lit a fire around it that soon extinguished, and said, "Contract made." He pulled her by the hand, and this time, for the first time, he treated her with gentleness. He led her to the bedroom and had her sit on his lap, played with her red hair, and her cheeks turned red. He traced his finger over her rounded lips, and her eyes were locked onto his. "I am a demon. I would desire you suffering in my hands. I would drain your blood again and burn your skin again. I would torture you with your worst fears because I am a demon. Do not be mistaken." "You can do it!" She said in a breath, her mouth close to his, feeling his breath. "Because of the contract, today I will not want your body." He stood up, placing her on the bed, and disappeared after passing through the door. Her heart beat as fast as possible, she felt her blood hot throughout her body, and butterflies in her stomach. But she could not believe that it was true, that what she was feeling was something like passion for a demon who tortured her and wanted to torture her. She stopped to think and only remembered his pale face with that hoarse voice, blood-red lips, and long hands. His eyes were undefined, like black or red. He was beautiful, but she couldn't. All this was just to gain more knowledge and learn, extracting information from him during his visits.