The Devil's Student Mate

ELEVEN |■ OLD SCRATCH ■|

ELEVEN |■ OLD SCRATCH ■|

I did not feel sane, until I had to listen to the voices inside my head.

Proof!

No! No! No! No! I do not want any proof of any kind, I do not want to be a hundred percent certain that he is Satan, which I am hoping he is not. I cannot have the Devil, such a horribly depicted creature imprinting his lips on my skin and awakening the most gratifying, enrapturing feelings from me I did not even know existed. No, I cannot be lusting after a creature of darkness, my body cannot be responding this way to the Devil.

"You were very well aware what I was when you accepted me." His steeply husky voice was copiously commanding, with a distinguishable essence of royalty, regnant compared to most authoritative voices I have heard so far, but it as intimidating as his voice is, it was like a wave of decadence to my ears. The sexiest sound I have ever heard. In that torrid moment, my need for his touch could not be deferred.

This would have been the most scorching hot moment of my young life, the hottest moment between two people voracious for each other's bodies, if he was not saying all these implausible things and trying to convince me that he is the son of the Devil fresh from the blazing infernos of Hell.

When he expressed his desire to "take (me) right here" and right now, the way he worded each sentence, the way he dignified each word with substance, with so much passion that there was no room left for doubt, made these tiny tingles to course through my body and stoked the fires of my unwavering desire.

I did not comment, I did not want to ruin the moment by breaking it to him; that he is decisional and maybe confusing me for someone else. I have never accepted him, well at least not in the context that I think he is talking about. I have only known this man for less than four months, why is he trying to make it seem like he knows me differently, like we have a history when I did not know him until three months ago? A sharp gnarl snapped me out of thought, I have not mentioned a single word in the past few minutes but sir Steed looks like he has swallowed one bitter pill, I could be mistaken since I cannot see, but from the way he has narrowed his eyes to a glare, I can only assume that he is displeased by something.

"Just because you have forgotten about our union, does not mean that I am delusional." He uttered sternly, he was a bit peeved after stealing my thoughts but I could pick out another contrasting emotion in his voice; lust. Then I remembered that he was holding himself back from f*****g me madly and my entire body almost went numb. "That fateful night when my demons chose you, we were soul bound, I chose you as mine and you accepted and sooner than you realise we will marry and I will take to the Underworld and you will be by my side until the end of time." The austerity of his voice should have made me not doubt his seriousness, but I could not deny how crazy his claims and the predictions or should I say plans he has made for our futures sounded to my ears.

Before this mad talk could escalate, denature my brain cells and dilute my intellect, I decided to finally wield my tongue and put my voice to good use. Ignoring his blood red, scary eyes, and that prominent bulge on his groin beckoning for my undivided attention, I confidently told him,

"Sir, I think you are mistaking me for someone else, I do not know anything about what you are talking about." A moment of silence took the stand and I could barely keep my eyes straight when his chilling eyes heavily concentrated on my face like he was devising something very unpleasant for me in his mind.

The darkness was a great disadvantage, I could not predict his next move and I had long quit trying to free myself from him, heck I did not even miss us being apart. When he pecked my lips, I was astounded, that one, extremely short kiss took me by surprise, I had anticipated anything from this beguiling, mystifying man than such a mellow reaction. The way he looked at me, you could tell that he stoutly believed that I was his and he had every right to be holding me in such a manner.

"Maybe if I come to you as I were when we first met your memory will be revived, you will remember your destiny." He spoke musingly, like he was yet to make a decision, but that was not the case just two seconds later. "Yes, I will do just that. Are you ready to see the real me, sweet angel?" I did not miss that dash of menace in his tone, I knew that something was up, that something to upset my palate was on its way.

I vigorously shook my head, fastening my arms around his neck as I suddenly felt unstable. "N-n-no!" My voice wavered pathetically, I did not even know what I was objecting against. What is even the 'real him', I know him, I gaze at his pictures everyday, this man is beautiful, why did I feel terrified and dreadful about seeing the real him? What if he is going to flash his glorious nudity to him and bare all of him for my eyes to see? I do not see how that would help, but okay, I am down, I would not mind seeing him like that at all.

"You do not believe that I am the Devil," I could just picture the smug smirk on his handsome face, he sounded like he had something in store for me that was a pleasure to his mind, "that is unacceptable, love, you must know who you belong to." Before I could even enunciate a single word or begin to wonder what must be going through his beautiful, yet deeply insane mind, he had hauled me forward, groping my barely covered as tightly to support my weight as he began to strut in the direction of the door.

No! No! No!

Why is he taking me from my hiding space, does he want us to die?!

The door opened, welcoming light to my eyes and I was finally able to clearly make out his features. Wow this man is beautiful, I was gazing directly into his brighter eyes and as I did so my jaw slackened against my will and I gaped admiringly. Lucius Steed is perfect beyond words, I just wish that he was not so weird and mentally aberrated. I was very suprised when he threw me on the bed and receded. Instinct took over and my first reaction was to try to slid down from the large bed, but a sturdy command from him had me thinking differently immediately.

"Do not move. Stay where you are." Like a scolded child, I hung my head and kept my stare downcast for some seconds before I lost to curiosity. I could not allow the activity taking place in front of me to pass me and when I realised what he was busying himself with, I was left plagued by so many emotions, but predominantly befuddled. Lucius Steed was unbuttoning his shirt, not with care, but very impatiently he handled every button, like he would much rather rip the shirt apart. Once the shirt was unbuttoned, he hastily took it off and tossed it to the other side of the room.

He donned the look of a brute which asserted his dominance more than his magnificent physique. I had never seen him topless, so of course I eyed him with very conspicuous interest, I sexed him with my eyes without shame or modesty. He was drool worthy, that indisputable truth could not be denied, but that does not mean that I was entirely swerved.

I was very distracted and that proved to be very lethal because I did not give myself time to prepare for what I wtinessed next. The transformation happened right before my eyes, in the blink of an eye and the impossibility of it all had my entire body congealed, made rigid and immobile by a tidal wave of shock which permeated my body instantly.

Never!

Never!

Never, ever in my life did I ever think that in my lifetime I will witness a man, a human man like very other man turn into a full-fledged, hulking creature I have never wanted to believe exists. Before my eyes was no longer Lucius Steed, the hunk teacher who every girl at school wanted between her thighs, in place of him, no he had turned into this unknown species with large black wings which almost filled up the room, his skin was canescent, an unnaturally pale, milk white dusted with a glow and it had barely visible scaly patterns on his torso but not neck and face, his facial features were still the same, his attractiveness had not faded but had been enhanced, they were more striking. His raging eyes were dark with a ring of silver around the pupil, his hair was as dark as the night and it was tousled and fell to his shoulders, and he had curved, sharp black horns sprouting from his temples. He had gained more height, I could estimate him being well over six feet eight inches and he looked like the most dangerous beast alive.

I shifted timorously, backing myself into the headboard as he stalked closer and neared the bed. I do not know what I am looking at, I am shaking and terrified, this man really is the Devil!

"Take a good look at me, love, this is the body that will be making love to you fiercely until the very end of our existence. Why do you look frightened? You were not afraid when you first saw me, this is the real me. Believe me now?"

My mind wandered away and the last thing I remember is a clawed hand grabbing me by my ankle before darkness consumed me.