The Demon's bride

It was like a horrid dream; dancing shadows, demons and ghouls surrounding me as I fight against the ropes holding my hands in place. I watch as a demon with blood stained elongated fingers crawls towards me. When he reaches me, he wraps hes fingers around my leg, as he starts to climb to his full height, I notice that he doesn't look like the others. He looks more human; long black hair that curls at the ends, a face chiseled like an Angel's with a scar over his left eye, starting from the top of his eyebrow, ending at the edge of the bridge of his nose. He was tall, shirtless but had black slacks on with bare feet. But even with the flames around us, I couldn't see the expression on his face. His broad shoulders and defined torso were something of pure artistry. He was covered in runes and tattoos. One rune was for "King", inked thick and black on the base of his left wrist. As I look up into his face he says my name and it catches me of guard. "Alexandra." i just stare in awe. I say the first response that comes to mind, " How do you know my name?" He just stares at me, eyes as red as blood. He seemed amused. "How do you know me?!" I repeated more assertively, But what I didn't expect was that his response would be so foward. " I know you because you are apart of me." He pointed the the birthmark on my neck. He hissed then pointed to his neck. Right there on his neck was a mirrored version of the same birthmark. Just as I am about to look at his face, he grabs my still tied left wrist and begins carving a rune into it. I let out a blood curdling scream as he uses on of his claws to carve the rune. When he is finished, he looks at me. "You are my bride and You will serve me." I'm exhausted. I'm literally in hell with a demon prince. Hes claiming that I am meant to be his and I don't understand. I don't even know how I got here. I'm trapped, with nowhere to go. "Yes you are, my dear princess." He answered my thought. How did he know what I was thinking? I don't understand any of this. "What is your name?" I asked. He replied with, " You know my name. I am in the written word, His word." "Jesus knew their thoughts and said to them, " Every kingdom divided against itself will be ruined, and every city or household divided against itself will not stand. If Satan drives out Satan, he is against himself. And if I drive out demons by Beelzebub, by whom do your people drive them out? So then, they will be your judges. But I drive out demons by the Spirit of God, then the Kindom of God has come upon you." - Matthew 12:25-28 I just stood there, ropes around my wrists, staring at this demon prince as he quotes scripture. As I look at his, i realize that i did know his name, but he wasn't Satan. Satan would have already taken me, been cras and demanded me a slave. "Beelzebub, Prince of Hell. You are the Lord of Flies." I said. "You're a very clever mortal woman. I'm impressed with how quickly you caught on." He reaches for me again, " You will be mine." I didn't notice it before, but there was a man tied with the same ropes, hanging by his arms on the left said of me. His moaning is strained and jagged. Beelzebub must have noticed me staring at the man, because just then he puts a long finger under my chin, turning my head as his other hand starts releasing the ropes. I immediately grab my wrist trying to massage the pain way. I look up to his face. Hes tall and muscular but also malnourished looking. I realize that he doesn't look like he is described in scripture. I do not understand this situation at all. " You will understand soon enough, my love." He says. There he goes again. My love? Can demons even love? Why is this happening to me? He takes my hand and leads me to an enormous iron gate. "This is where we part for now, my love. But I will be back for you. And I shall make you mine. You have no choice in the matter." "Why me?" I asked. He responds with, " Well because of the gift you possess. Your empathic ability will suite the Dark Lord well. And plus, it's always nice to have a with on hand." "But I don't use my gift! I don't acknowledge it unless I have to! I have sisters with the same gifts. Why choose me?!" I said. "Its because you don't acknowledge them, that we chose you. You may not acknowledge them, but you gifts are strong, maybe even stronger than your sisters. We will use them to our advantage." As he said this a sinister smile spreads out on his face. "I send you home now, with the knowledge that satan himself has chosen you to be my bride. You will get your affairs in order and then I will come for you. Go now, and prepare. You have 3 days." As he says this he pushes me through the gate and every thing fades into a black abyss and I pass out.