Demons Don't Know How To Love

Chapter Two - The Reunion

Damn mother of God! Where the f**k am I?!

Having scratched my way out of Hell, I expected to return to my home village! So why the hell did I end up in ... in ... f**k knows where I ended up!

The only thing I knew for sure was that I was outside. The shamelessly bright sun blinded me. It was very hot, my black clothes noticeably worsened my miserable condition.

Every now and then, people in disgustingly revealing outfits passed me by. Satan, have mercy, women walked around in pantaloons, completely baring their legs! Aren't they ashamed?! And some had only strips of fabric covering their breasts instead of a corset and a blouse! Even I, who lived a human life in labor and poverty, could afford a little fabric to make myself decent clothes! How poor was that village?

Suddenly, a boy in a bright shirt ran up to me and began to wave some rectangular object in front of my face. "Wow, auntie! Are you an animator? Who are you cosplaying?"

"What?" from all his speech, I made out only that he called me aunt. It was strange because I didn't have any siblings or cousins... “What kind of heresy are you talking about, little thing? What is this strange speech?”

“Oh, you don’t want to get out of character? Cool!" he reached into the pocket of his cropped trousers and pulled out a piece of paper. "Here!" he shoved a colored piece of paper into my hands and smiled broadly. I was surprised at how white his teeth were. "That's for dedication to your work."

"What?"

"Tipping, auntie," he furtively looked around.

I did not understand what he was saying to me and what he had given me. After saying some other strange phrase to me, he waved his hand at me and ran away. I remained standing still with a piece of paper in my hand. Where the hell was I?

I wandered around the strange settlement until evening. Someone would come up to me all the time and ask for strange things. For example, stand next to you and smile. Or they asked who sewed my “cosplay”, what kind of word is this? Is that what they call clothes? And everyone shoved these colored pieces of paper at me! I walked around holding them in my fist until I met an old man with a strange cart. He smelled of urine and rot, which reminded me very much of some old people from my village.

"Hey! Dumbass! Hide your money! Or someone might steal it!” the old man yelled at me.

"This is money?"

“What do you think it is? Candy bar wrappers?” he spat somewhere to the side. "Did you fall off the moon?"

"Something like that."

“You better stuff those greens in your pockets. Here at night, all sorts of scumbags run around, they will knock on that dumb head of yours and take your money.”

I looked at the papers in my hand with disgust and handed them to the old man.

"What's wrong with you, girl? Are you completely stupid? Or is it some kind of joke?"

I shrugged. "I don’t need them."

“You really are a fool,” the old man scratched the back of his head. "Who doesn't need money?"

I stepped closer and put the money in his cart. If he is lucky, he will find a decent tavern and buy himself some stew and maybe a beer.

I went further and came across some strange structure. It was the size of the castle of the governor of my lands, but it was made of... glass? Is such a thing even possible? I walked around the strange building, along with the bushes that separated this strange estate from the common lands. I couldn't take my eyes off this miracle. In the rays of the setting sun, it shimmered like a precious stone.

I stepped out onto the stone path and froze as I saw something in front of me that looked like a carriage, but without horses. This “something” had one door open and two men were standing next to it. One of them had his back to me, so I could only see his stately figure and long red hair, gathered in a low ponytail, reaching to the middle of his back. He was dressed in strange-looking clothes of dark gray color, fortunately, much more decent than what I saw in public during the day.

Turning my gaze to the second man, I was stunned.

"Dantalion?" I sighed, almost soundlessly.

But that was enough. He immediately shifted his gaze from the man to me, and I felt my legs go numb at the mere glance of his brown eyes.

"Dahlia?"

He took a step towards me. I wanted to run away. I wanted to fall back into Hell, but not to be at the mercy of his sweet deceit again.

Damn, how handsome he was! His hair was a little longer than I remembered, and a little curly, his cheeks and chin were covered with light stubble... These strange clothes suited him. Black trousers emphasized his long strong legs, a white shirt was unbuttoned by a few top buttons, and over it was a strange-looking black doublet.

I admired him so much that I did not notice how he was next to me, and I ended up in his arms. Before I could resist, he pressed a hungry kiss onto my lips, holding the back of my head. With my mind, I wanted to push him away, but my body turned into a soft goo as soon as he touched me. My arms wrapped around his neck of their own accord, and my lips parted invitingly, letting his tongue sink in.

I was angry with him, almost hated him, but I couldn't resist him. Heat enveloped my body, as he pressed me tightly against his firm chest with his strong arms. I think I mentioned that I was hot during the day. No, it was only then that I was really hot. Clinging my fingers to the collar of his shirt, I stood on my tippy toes and passionately kissed him back, clumsily chattering my teeth with his.

Smacking his lips loudly, he raised his head and looked at my flushed face with his sparkling eyes. "My sweet little flower."

I wanted to burst into tears from resentment. I punched him in the chest with all my might, causing him to smile broadly.

"Don't touch!.. Get your hands off me!" I tried to push him away from me, but he deftly grabbed my wrists and pulled me towards him. "No! Let me go!"

"Dante?" the man Dantalion was talking to before he saw me come closer to us. "Is everything okay? Who is she?"

I kept pulling away from the demon's arms, trying to see his friend. He was also quite handsome, but he was no match for Dantalion. He studied me with his cold gray eyes. For some reason, he tried to cover the scar on his chin with his hand. His freckled face was streaked with many small scars.

"Logan, we'll talk a little later," he unceremoniously grabbed my hips and threw me over his shoulder. "I have an urgent matter."

The man grumbled something in response, but I couldn't hear him. I pounded Dantalion on the back with my fists, showering him with profuse swear words as he imperturbably carried me in a direction unknown to me. Someone greeted him, he gave out some instructions. When I started screaming in the middle of his monologue, I received a heavy slap on the ass. Twice was enough for me to shut up.

He took me to a luxurious chamber, probably belonging to some count, or even a prince, and put me on the floor. Not allowing me to come to my senses, Dantalion pressed me into the wall with his body. He slid his knee between my legs and leaned towards my face, resting his palms on the wall on either side of my head. He breathed in the scent coming from me and purred contentedly, burying his nose in the crook of my neck.

"My sweet little flower" damn, I hated that nickname for a long time. "How long have I been waiting for you."

His lips touched the throbbing vein in my neck, and I let out a thin squeak.

"Why did it take you so long to find me?"

"What the f**k are you talking about, you devil spawn?" I turned my face away from him. “I never looked for you! I forgot about you the moment you left me in Hell."

“Mmm, your words could hurt me,” his lips continued to travel over my skin, making my whole body tremble, “if they were true. Tell me, my sweet Dahlia, did you miss me?"

"No"

"Little liar," he chuckled as he nibbled on the sensitive skin on my neck. “Tell me how you found me, little flower. I want to know…"

“Are you dumb? I just told you I wasn't looking for you!" I pushed him in the chest, but he didn't budge. “I don’t know where I am or how I got here! I just kept walking, trying to get to the edge of Satan's land, and I ended up here!"

Dantalion finally lifted his face from my neck and looked at me. "You mean to tell me you didn't try to come back to me?"

"Back to you? You're joking, right? You left me! Why the f**k was I supposed to try to get back to you?!"

His hand was suddenly on my neck, pressing me against the wall. “Watch that sharp little tongue of yours, flower. If you weren't looking for me, how did you get out of Hell?"

"I already told you I don't know!" his grip on my throat loosened a bit, but he didn't remove his hand. “I hid in the Garden of Satan, making my way through the thickets of thorns…”

"Who were you hiding from?" Was it just me or was there a note of concern in his voice? His hand slipped down from my neck and rested on my shoulder.

“Why do you care? The thing is that I left and ended up here! I will never go back!"

"Of course, you won't go back," his voice dropped to a gentle whisper, and he leaned over me again. "Since you found me, I won't let you go anywhere."

"I'm not going to stay by your side! You left me!"

"I had my reasons..."

“Which you never explained to me!.”

"I wanted to take you with me..."

"But you didn't!..."

"I knew we wouldn't be apart forever..."

"You’re wrong about that because I’m planning to leave!"

I tried to wriggle out of his arms, but the grip on my shoulders got stronger. Dantalion squeezed the fabric of my clothes in his hands and I heard the fabric crackle.

"Do you understand why you're here, Dahlia?"

I froze in fear, hearing how cold his voice became. Closing my eyes, I slowly shook my head.

"If you weren't looking for me" he paused briefly and tugged the fabric around my shoulders to the sides “it means that the seal brought you to me."

He pulled harder and I heard the buttons fall across the floor. I covered my bare breasts with my hands, feeling my face flush. His fingers traced the pattern of the seal on my shoulder.

 After he left me, I tried to get rid of his cursed seal, but it always came back. Even after I cut out the patterned skin with a shard of glass, the pattern began to show as soon as the wound had healed.

His lips lovingly traced the black pattern "We had an agreement, my little flower", showering my skin with small kisses, he rose higher, "I have fulfilled my promise a long time ago" he looked into my eyes, "it seems your turn has come."

He dug into my lips again, grabbing my wrists and spreading my arms out to the sides. His hands were on my breasts, squeezing them, making me moan into the kiss. His fingers kneaded my breasts, giving occasional attention to swollen n*****s as his tongue and lips dominated my mouth.

I scratched the wall with my nails, trying to keep myself from giving in to him, wrapping my arms around his neck and returning his passionate kiss.

Dantalion let go of my lips and began to pepper kisses down to my chest. My hands trembled with the urge to run my fingers through his thick hair, to run my nails over his scalp...

He had already descended to the valley between my breasts when there was a sudden knock on the door.

"Monsieur Dante?" a raspy voice came from behind the door.

"What?" The demon growled in annoyance, lifting its head.

“The young master wishes to see you and your guest in his office,” I saw that Dantalion wanted to tell the owner of the raspy voice to go to hell. As if guessing his intentions, he clarified "Immediately."

Dantalion looked at me and covered my breasts with my ripped dress. With a beautiful movement of his fingers, he caused the buttons to rise from the floor and returned them to their original place. As I frantically tried to fasten them, he waved my hands away and fastened them himself.

He cupped my face, looked into my eyes, and whispered "We will definitely continue our conversation, my sweet little flower", he pecked my lips and stepped back. "After I introduce you to my... employer."

He took my hand and led me out of the room. Lowering my head, I obediently followed him.