Writingcamp: The Devil's Possession

Chapter 06 - The Devil is Confused?

I turned around as both of them looked serious, their black eyes not moving from me. I clenched my palms against the sink to stop my shaking hands.

Callahan looked at me for a moment as he said, "Injie ghohaowra forluka shropha...grevira shokoloko aspiranha."

I blinked.

Droy said, "Kriyaa foy moira uho jeriya shokoloko hiira. Fearua ari shak euros aurj hiera."

I blinked more.

What the f**k they were saying?

They spoke more in whatever snake language they were using and it sounded more like they hissed at each other. Sometimes Droy would shrug his shoulders and sometimes Callahan would shake his head.

After a few minutes when I felt like I was the subject of their conversation yet I couldn't understand a thing, I asked, "Can you guys please speak in english? I can't understand anything."

Both of them looked at me with quizzical brows as Callahan said, "But you could understand us just a minute ago." He came near and added, "You can even see us chatting while Droy has frozen the time for everyone else."

I snapped my head at Droy, "You—you can freeze time?"

Droy shrugged as a devilish grin appeared on his face, "Yes. But I am amazed that it has no effect on you."

He looked at Callahan as he mumbled, "I am curious though..."

"Set aside your curiosity, Droyth, I am more confused at how she could understand our language when it is supposed to be only us?" Callahan's eyes were on me and even though his closeness made the butterflies in my stomach flutter but it gave me the chills.

"What language?" I asked, "But I didn't understand it this time."

"That is what I am trying to get." Callahan said, "This is the ancient demon language which --apart from Satan-- only the generals of Hell knows and the ancient demons who are alive till now. But the new generation has no knowledge of it yet," his dark eyes darkened more as he bent and his face came near me, "You understood me pretty clearly."

"I— I thought you were talking in english." I said although now my heart stammered in my chest. Was it that bad to know the language?

"Yes, it is bad." Callahan said as he straightened his back and looked down at me, "As it works like a code language among us, it is threatening for us if others know it too."

"Don't read my thoughts!" I shouted as he smirked. His devilish smirk came back which sparked something in my belly. The canines peeked from his lips and it didn't leave any complaints of how evil-ish-ly handsome he looked.

"Can't help, sweetheart."

"Wait, why can't I hear her thoughts?" Droy or Droyth whatever his name was, asked.

"Because I had blocked everyone else. Only I can hear her." Callahan answered.

Well, I was glad that he blocked it, however, it still didn't change the fact that he could still hear my thoughts. I would have to always stay protective around him.

Droy grinned as he said, "Possessive over your contractor so other devils won't snatch her away?"

It seemed Callahan didn't like how he pointed that as he looked at Droy with a grim face. And his serious face was more terrifying than anything else as if he was going to murder Droy.

Droy seemed to get the hint as he said lazily, "C'mon, man, I was just joking. Besides," he looked at me, "My charm didn't work on her."

"Yes, she is special." Callahan said and a smirk formed on his face as if some poisonous plan was brewing in his mind.

"What do you mean by special?" I asked. If they were talking about the angeline thing, then I wanted to know what it was.

Both of their heads snapped at me like arrows and I wondered why their necks didn't break.

"Isk greiyham usa?" Callahan said and I blinked again. (You understood us)

"What is wrong with you guys switching between english and this --weird-- language?" I asked.

As if both of them were now shocked, Callahan said, "We were talking in ancient language."

"No. You just said something in that ancient language to me but before it, it was english." I said, now frustrated at whatever was going on with them.

"I need a drink!" I said as I started to walk toward the door and Callahan followed me.

"Wait." He said as I turned around and saw they were back to their human form and as if they weren't the devil but a normal bartender who had a BMW and a normal business man who was spoiled and rich.

"Don't tell anyone about her knowing of the ancient language." He ordered Droy as he bowed his head and said, "Your wish is my command, Lord Devionth."

I looked between them, almost scoffing at the thought and asked, "Is he a Lord?"

"Oh yes, Lord of Seven Hells, Lord Devionth." Droy said and I nodded, curious of what the Seven Hells was and what a Lord was doing here when he had Hells to look after.

"Let's go, sweetheart, your wishes are yet to be fulfilled," Callahan said as he held my hand and dragged me along but Droy remained there with a knowing smirk.

The music reached my ears as it said we weren't far from the club hall. He opened the door and we went for the bartender. In neon lights, the counter was decorated and behind it stocks of bottles from different brands were displayed.

As we reached, the bartender came and Callahan asked, "What do you want?"

I looked for menu cards as I thought they ought to have a menu card for that many brands but there was none.

"Umm..." I tried to remember what Emily used to have as she had always told me what brands she had. But nothing came in my mind and I stood there as a stupid person who knew nothing of the alcohols other than 'Alcohol' the word itself.

I looked at Callahan helplessly as he raised a brow. I thought at the moment, 'I don't know anything about it, you order.'

He nodded. Apparently he got what I was thinking.

"Are you sure you want my brand?" He asked as his voice hinted I would dare to try it. His green eyes now had the same devilish glint he had in his devil form. It stirred something between my legs.

I frowned. It wasn't his charm working on me, was it? I glared at him as he grinned as if he liked me taking his challenge.

Although I didn't want to dare, what choices did I have? But I could not afford to get into his charm as well. And for that, I needed to be very stable even when I was drinking.

I nodded, "Yes."

"Alright," he looked with an amused look on his face as he said in a very low voice, "Your wish is my command."

As he was ordering our drinks, I released a breath because right now, my heart was unstable, beating loudly in my ears and my face was hot. He was affecting me! Damn him. But I refrained from thinking that.

Damn! It was frustrating that your own thoughts weren't even personal anymore and the person would always know what you were thinking.

The bartender poured clear liquid on two small glasses and slid it toward us as Callahan took it and I took the other one. We looked at each other as he said, "Don't complain to me after what happens next."

He gulped it down in one go as I tried to follow it. I poured it into my mouth and immediately regretted challenging him. The alcohol shot was hard and bitter as I gulped it, I felt gagged. It burnt my throat as it went down to my system and my face twisted as Callahan laughed.

"Don't laugh!" I shouted as he smirked.

I placed the tiny glass and ordered, "More."

Callahan raised a brow and there was a mischief dancing in his eyes as he nodded at the bartender. The bartender poured the same liquor and I gulped it again.

This time I didn't feel the hardness of it but as soon as it hit me, I felt my body become light and it seemed I was swaying in the air. The surroundings weren't harsh like before and the music somehow got slower as if I hit the slow mode.

It was a feeling of me being free of everything and I loved it. I loved how I wasn't scared of the threats Fred had given me and I thought, I wasn't frustrated anymore. The betrayal was slowly perishing from my mind and I loved the feeling. I smiled.

I looked around and saw people were busy dancing without the worry in their minds.

I got up. My feet dragged me toward the floor as Callahan asked, "Where are you going?"

"To the dance floor." I answered but I heard my voice stumbling. Was I drunk already?

I went ahead as I felt I didn't care if someone watched me dancing with the weirdest moves I do everytime while I was alone in my house. I had never learnt dancing. Mostly because my father didn't allow me. He said, "Girls should be well behaved and maintain their posture."

Apparently, dancing meant losing the ideological view of that posture.

I moved my hands, hips as my feet moved with the beats the DJ was playing. Adrenaline rushed on my cells as I moved like the crowd was moving. Who cared if Fred wasn't my soul partner. Who cared if my parents still wanted to dominate my life. It was my life and I would live as I wanted to be.

A pair of hands touched my waist and all that adrenaline I had went out through the window. I went still as a voice whispered behind my ears, "It's okay to let yourself lose sometimes. It is your life, Carson."

I released the breath I didn't know I held as soon as I found out it was Callahan behind me. I nodded as we both danced and again all of the insecurities, frustration, depression I had faded away with each step we took.

Callahan grabbed my hand and whirled me as I laughed and my eyes landed on a couple who didn't care if there were people enjoying watching them getting so intimate. I halted as I blinked.

It was the girl with short hair and a very short dress. The girl who took away my perfect life. Emily.

But she wasn't alone.

I moved my eyes at the man and the lightness I had been feeling because of the shots evaporated.

Because it wasn't Fred. It was our boss who was making out with her.