BELONGING TO THE DEVIL PROFESSOR

Sebastian Gane, the devil

( Sebastian's POV )

It has been six years away from home, six years on the run from my elder brother Beezebulb. Sebastian Gane wasn't my real name, it was a fake name I assumed after I ran away from hell. I had been the sole ruler of hell, I maintained leadership for so long that I didn't think that trouble would rise, but it did. My own brother stabbed me in the back and betrayed me. All the time he rallied my demons and deceived them, he eventually turned all my loyal demons against me and left me with no option than to escape hell. Beezebulb wanted me dead, he sent several demons after me but I have been able to kill them all. I knew that demons were still searching for me, so I had to blend in with the humans, be one of them. I miss my home in hell, the red sun, the spitting fire, the bloody colored mountains, the sharp wine sand and the screams of demons.

Sebastian Gane the History and arts teacher was the life I chose. I lived a quiet life, I still had my powers which I used in only serious situations. As for women? I never kept any for long, I never dated any, I had them to satisfy my s****l urges and that was it. Love was a game that i was not prepared to play, not until I crossed paths with Ava Luke.

It happened a year ago when a demon was chasing me. The night deep dark, the rain was ferociously heavy, I didn't think I would survive that hunt. I was tired, bleeding and running through the blindfold road, all efforts to get help proved futile. But somehow, Ava saw me and stopped her car. When I saw her, I knew instantly that she was battling some emotional crisis, but I was too troubled to interfere. She welcomed me to join her in a motel where she was staying, I was desperate and so I took the offer. We didn't get intimate, but we shared stories. That was when I discovered that she was a victim of maltreatment from her stepmother and a father that was too busy to care. What cost me to gain attraction for her was her talent in art.

We spent time writing poetry and talking about healing. I swore, my heart that I thought burnt to ashes came alive. But that wasn't all Ava did, the demon caught our scent in the motel and ambushed us. Ava had the chance to escape, instead of leaving, she came back to save me. The bullets that ended the demon was from her gun. That wasn't all that happened, she saw my demon face, I had no other option than to erase her memory and let her go.

I thought I could move on but it was hard, days and nights she was all I thought about and so I began to gather intel on her. I normally don't like dark skinned girls, but she transcended from one lasting incident to a burning, deadly obsession. I began to feel anger when I saw her close to another man, I hated what she hated and loved what she loved. And just like that, the devil inside of me was falling for a human girl.

I have been waiting for her to post poetry on her miraquil account, it had been weeks. When I heard the beep, I rushed to my screen and saw a post from her.

‘ Even if i am not yours, I want to sometimes believe that I am.

The urge and desperate yearn to fit in even though I am out of place, my insecurities fabricated a place, what is worse is that it gives me solace.

Is it wrong that I love? That I care?

You are irritated by my sight?

Then just pretend I am not here.

My stance is threatened by reoccurrence distance.

You are a bone in my throat I can't swallow, I can't vomit.

I am bracing from the pain, I am ready to let go, a thousand times of pain just for a measly ecstatic memory with you ‘

When I concluded the poetry I immediately wanted to understand her frame of thoughts, why she would write such a depiction of pain. Was it because of my interference? Just then, the GPS i placed on her beeped, she was on the move. I followed her to a local restaurant.

I thought Ava looked beautiful that night, she appeared fragile, her face pale, she had been crying. I felt my heart kick with a sharp tear, who had made her cry? She sat alone in the front chair with a lighter in her hand. She would occasionally turn the lighter on, burning her fingers intentionally.

Soon she clumsily stood and headed for the little pulpit in the room, as though she was about to sing. And yes, I know that Ava was a part time singer.

I immediately opened her up for a psychic connection.

“ My one, do you know you need my permission before you sing in front of other people? “

As expected, she froze, grabbing her mouth. I moved to the back of the room and peacefully sat. Her eyes hurriedly searched the room, but she could not see me.

“ Go further, I am at the back. “ I told her. And alas, she found me. Even as she stared at me eye to eye, she could not believe her eyes. I saw danger and anger in them, it reminded me of my demon ex-girlfriend Ravenna when I abandoned her in hell.

“ Come to me. “ I told her, she did.

She was barefooted, I noticed when she was standing in front of me.

“ Is it you who was the intruder in my room? The one who f****d me? “

Oh, she was too vulgar with her words, it angered me.

I looked at her straight in the eyes and said, “ It is me, I am your intruder. “