May Day Eve: The Devil's Kiss

The wind that blew passed by her ears which making the silent night grew colder took away the only light that is guiding her through the darkness. Fear started to crawl underneath her skin as Isle tried to light the candle up once again with her shaking hands only to fail miserably. A cold shiver ran down her spine when she felt another presence in the room, indicating the she’s not alone in the dark living room of the ancestral home where she and her friend’s staying at anymore. Although reluctant to turn around, Isle does so with her eyes closed. Inside, she prayed to Him to see anyone other than the devil itself. When Isle mustered all courage she has, she opened her eyes and saw a figure standing not so far away from her. She narrowed her eyes as his appearance remains vague in the depth of the night, only seeing his silhouette in the process. “W-Who are you?” Isle asked him, trying to be as courageous as possible only to fail miserably as her voice began to tremble. “I am from the underworld… the devil.” A familiar baritone voice boomed like thunder in the four-cornered room. Isle felt her heart beat rapidly fast just by hearing his voice. With her eyes still squinted, she took a step forward to see if he’s really in front of her or if it’s just the devil deceiving her. She tried to light her candle once more using a lighter and once succeeded, the small light illuminated the whole room dimly. Isle’s eyes widen, she accidentally dropped the candle on the floor, causing her only illumination to disappear in the cold, dark night when she saw the man who caused her heartache in front of her. “A-Achlys!” She stuttered in disbelief. She wondered why he’s in front of her all of a sudden. She made sure that no one would know where she was, especially him. She picked this place specifically because this place is the least likely he would go too coincidentally. How did he find her? “Achlys? Who’s that?” He asked, titling his head on one side before flashing a snide to her as he took a step forward. His left arm got a hold at the small of her waist, causing Isle to hitch her breath. Without further ado, his cold chapped lips crashed onto hers making Isle idle for a few seconds, it’s as if she got hypnotized by the kiss. The kiss seems like a kiss from the underworld. When she gained her senses, she bit her captor’s lips causing him to let go of her. He ran his fingers across his lips to wipe the blood that is trickling out of the wound she gave him, a snide still plastered on his lips as if amused because of the fear she’s showing in her eyes. “Stop it, Achlys! This isn’t funny.” Isle cried as tears began to swell in her eyes but much to her surprise when she felt her cold yet warm hand in her right cheek. How ironic. While chuckling, he looked her in the eyes with an unfathomable desire crossing his hazel ones, “What makes you think that I am joking? I told you, I’m not Achlys. Sweetheart, I am the devil.”