Post by Brett on Nov 3, 2011 17:00:43 GMT -1
This is my first attempt at writing a story in the first person and also in the present tense, so forgive me if it slips up or accidentally goes into the past tense again occasionally. I would say imagining the story in the form of anime would be best, as it's written in the style of a manga.
Also I haven't proof read any of it so if there's mistakes, it can't be helped.
Main characters are;
Deacon Knox, a human video game designer from Cambridge, England.
Prince Vergil A'vron, a grandson of Isaan & Kerali A'vron, his parents are Lance and Kerry A'vron - he's a Reaper like Seth'ryal.
The rattle of the train aggravates my motion sickness. I've been trying to get better with medicines my doctor gave me, but as I curl up in my chair my stomach won't give up. The car I'm in is empty, it was midnight after all and the last train from London to Cambridge, where I live.
The ticket collector doesn't seem to much care about my predicament, he looks exhausted from a long shift and punches my ticket without as much as a nod in my direction. Admittedly I pity him and am in no condition to talk, still it would have been nice if he had just asked if I was feeling alright, or sparked a conversation on this long and lonely trip home. I cringe at my own needy thoughts, they were stupid and unwanted.
Half an hour into the journey the door opens on the other side of the carriage, the train had just stopped at a small town on the way - apparently someone had gotten on. I blink, he was a strange looking man, pale complexion and short, shocking red hair - no, not ginger, red like the colour of blood as morbid as that sounds - he was taller than me by several inches from what I could tell and dressed in a business suit.
For some reason my eyes refuse to wander away, then to my surprise he sits opposite the table from me, I sit up fully when she does to give us both leg room. A silence follows as I try to keep on looking out of the window into the darkness, but my eyes are drawn to him and I can't explain why. I notice he has strange eyes, they seem almost purple but I decide they must be blue, it was clearly a trick of the light.
He notices me looking, I look away embarrassed and act non-chalant, pretending to be looking at something just above the window. I'm sure I can feel his eyes follow my gaze, it makes me feel nervous and foolish.
"Late night?" he asks me.
"Oh. Oh yeah, just... finished work two hours ago." I reply, rather lamely.
"Me too," he says.
His voice is so calm and quite soft - his accent has what I think is a slightly Irish tinge to it. I look at him again and smile, he returns the smile quite politely and I fluster, he's handsome now I think about it. I push those thoughts aside, what am I thinking?
"I'm Deacon, nice to meet you." I introduce myself, extending my hand to shake with him.
"Vergil," he complies, shaking my hand.
I hesitate to let go, his skin is oddly soft for a man's, his touch is gentle and yet there is a firmness there. I finally draw my hand away and smile through my embarrassment, though I can feel my cheeks burning, I hadn't found men attractive before.
"Vergil is a pretty cool name." I try to spark conversation properly.
"My parents were pretty cool people," he chuckles. "My surname is pretty weird though."
"Your surname?" I repeat, then shake my head. "I'm sure it can't be that weird!"
"It's A'vron."
"A'vron? Huh, what is that, like French or Romanian or something?"
"Or something."
I blink at his response, confused.
"Well mine is Knox. It's German or Scottish - I don't know which."
"You don't know your own heritage?" he asks, looking like that is a big deal.
"Oh, well it's like... we have two different coats of arms and we're not sure which is actually ours. We've thought about looking into it but we never have time... and you probably don't really care about this..."
I chuckle, sheepishly. He just smiles at me and reaches inside his jacket, pulling out his wallet and opening it to show me a coat of arms of his own. It's odd, the shield is completely black with the depiction of a bird's talon in purple right in the centre, I'd never seen anything like it - in fact I didn't realize purple was often used in crests.
"This is mine." he tells me, looking quite proud.
"Wow, that's pretty unique... and cool. Heh, seems your surname isn't the only cool thing about you."
He looks at me as I say that and seems momentarily surprised, was I flirting with him? No that couldn't be it, I was straight and he was a total stranger. But then why was I telling him so much about me? He just smiles again, it didn't bother him at all, did that mean he was interested? Wait, no I'm not into that!
The train pulls in at Cambridge, we had been talking longer than I thought. Both of us get up and get off the train together and make our way out, I don't think we're walking together but he walks near. When we get outside there's already a taxi waiting for him and he bids me good bye, I smile and reciprocate and then I'm let alone. I wonder what was going through my head, having such odd thoughts about some random guy.
I hear the horn of a car going off and see my sister's car approach, an audi. Getting in the front after shoving my work bag in the back, I sit down next to her and she looks at me with the same welcoming face she always does. But then the face changes to one of curiosity, I look confused.
"You're all flustered." she says pointedly.
"What?" I ask dumbly, then blush. "I am not!"
"Yes you are! Did you meet someone or something?!"
"No! Thats not it at all! Just drive damn it!"
She grins at me and we set off. I live with my sister on the outskirts of Cambridge, in what is technically a village called Histon. Our parents died a while back and she raised me herself, I love her to pieces - but she isn't half a pain at times with her teasing. But then, I knew exactly why I was flustered, I just refuse to accept it.
It's been about a month since that time. I haven't seen him again even though he got off in Cambridge with me, he also hasn't been on the train back from London since then either. I've just gotten off that same train but my sister wasn't going to be there to pick me up, she has a boyfriend she's been seeing for a few months or something - I've never met him. Anyway, they're off in some other part of the country and I've got to get public transport back home, I'll be lucky to just catch the last bus.
It was pitch black and the middle of winter, it'd snowed but then it'd rain and the pavement was slippery beneath my feet. The walk from the train station to the bus station is quite lonely, the only light comes from the lamps above me and it makes me nervous, I have being out alone this late. I decide to take a short cut through a smaller street, that was a mistake as I hear footsteps behind me now, a group of them.
"Hey, mate!"
One was calling out to me. I speed up to try and escape, but they speed up too and suddenly they're running and so am I. I was a good runner, I could never fight but I was built for running, slim and agile - they were still on my tail though. I stumble and before I know it I'm tripping and colliding with the group, I skip a little and though there's not much damage done aside from some future bruises, I'm at their mercy.
"Haha! Give us your money, mate." One demands, he has a flick knife.
"A-Alright!" I stammer, terrified. "Just don't hurt me!"
I'm such a coward, I always have been. People teased me in school because I had a girl protecting me, my big sister, now I'm just pathetic and unable to stand up for myself. I hold up my wallet and one of the trio go to reach out of it, but then out of nowhere a fist hits him and he falls to the side with such force I'm surprised. I look up and my eyes widen, it was him, Vergil from the train dressed in a fine black suit again though this one was three piece.
The other two go for him but he takes them out so easily, I'm in awe of him all of a sudden and for a moment I see an angel, a saviour. All three are unconscious and he's holding his hand out to help me up, I take it with a deep blush in my cheeks as I'm helped back to my feet. I'm shy, I want to look up at him but I can't, my heart is beating rapidly and I tell myself it's the gear. I know better though, it was him, it was all because of him.
"Thank you!" I blurt out, looking at him finally.
"Think nothing of it." he says, quite calmly and with a smile. "I saw you running from back there, I'm sorry I wasn't quicker - you wouldn't have ended up on the floor."
I blush at the idea he saw me running, the feeling of being a coward came back.
"Why don't I walk you to the bus station?" he offers.
"Oh. Alright then."
We walk together to the bus station, I feel safe now with him here. When we arrive at the bus station he stays with me, I insist that he can go but he refuses because the station is quite empty, when the bus arrives he gets on with me and we sit together near the back. I'm blushing again and I know it, at least I can put it down to the sudden change in temperature from the chill outside to the heated bus.
"Why are you getting on with me?" I ask.
"I want to make sure you get home safely."
"Oh. But... if it's too much trouble. Where do you live?"
"West Cambridge."
I look at him with surprise, he was going in the total opposite direction, just to make sure I got home safely.
"But this is the last bus!" I insist, "You won't be able to get one back!"
"I'll get a taxi," he says, the bus pulls away. "Too late now, anyway."
The bus journey is fairly long and completely silent, I'm too embarrassed to say anything to him, that he would do this for me was - romantic. We get off the bus together and make our way to my house, it's a fairly nice place we inherited and so we don't have to pay rent at least, the issue is if things keep going the way they are with my sister and her boyfriend I might end up living there alone. I hate the thought of being alone.
"So, we're here now... thanks..." I say softly, standing on the doorstep with him.
"I'm glad you're safe," he replies, pulling out his mobile phone. "I'll call a taxi and go wait in that pub we passed. Don't worry."
"Oh, okay... and thank you again."
I watch him going and my head starts to berate me, it tells me I should go after him and ask to see him again, my heart flutters at the idea and I close my eyes tightly. I don't like it, I'm straight, I know I'm straight. But maybe sexuality has nothing to do with it, maybe this was a special case. It was like one of those japanese manga things my sister reads, when she thinks I'm not looking.
"Vergil!" I say suddenly, sounding far too desperate for me own liking.
"Yes?" He turns toward me, holding his phone up.
"Go for a drink with me!" I blurt, then blush wildly. "I mean, just to say thank you properly for tonight!"
He looks at me, those strange eyes that I still swear are actually blue watch me as though they can see right through me. He smiles at me, maybe he doesn't realize what I'm feeling right now, or maybe he does and he doesn't mind it.
"Alright, tomorrow..." he says, "Seven alright?"
"Yeah, sure... I look forward to it."
He smiles at me more warmly and turns away. I wonder who he is, that he brings these unusual and foreign feelings up in me. To me is still like some kind of angel, he was certainly... pretty enough to be one. I turn around and go inside, after locking the door behind me I lean back against it, gathering my thoughts as best I can.
Today was as chilly as the night before, though the sky was clear at least, the stars were bright. I was standing outside the local pub, the Silver Orchard awaiting my date - no! - my friend so that we could have the drink I promised as thanks for him saving me from a mugging last night. Not to mention seeing me all the way home, even though he lived on the opposite side of the city; that makes me fluster a bit.
He arrives by bus this time, he's not dressed like usual. He's wearing black trousers and shoes certainly, shirt is dark red like his hair and untucked, with the two two buttons undone showing off a pendant that carries that same crest he showed me back on the train. He smiles at me, I blush because he looks fiendishly handsome like that, he was formal and yet casual - I like it and he seems to know it when he smiles at me in that same way.
"Sorry I'm late," he says, his hands in his pockets.
"No, it's alright, I wasn't waiting long." I lie, I'd been there forty minutes.
We walk inside together, I order a scotch on the rocks and he orders the same thing, I smile discreetly at that - we like the same drink. Both of us sit down together in a corner of the pub where nobody is, it's quite full but fortunately everyone always collected in the same area so we could find some privacy. Vergil is looking at me again, I'm trying my hardest to keep my composure, its only now I notice he arrived without a coat in this chill. That's strange.
"What do you do for a living, Deacon?" he asks.
"Oh, I work for a video game company. I have to travel to London for work but it's a lot of fun. What about you?"
"Oh, I do a bit of this, a bit of that."
"Oh, like freelance work or something?"
"Or something."
I look at him when he gives that answer, just like back on the train. I decide in my head it's quirky, which makes it cute - I push the cute part aside relatively quickly.
"Tell me more about your family." he says, I feel embarrassed he's bringing up all the conversation topics.
"Well, I live with my older sister." I begin, looking down into my drink. "She raised me... our parents died in a car crash together, when I was eleven. There's a seven year gap between us, she's twenty eight... so uh... that makes me twenty one. I have an uncle and some cousins somewhere, but don't see them much."
"I see."
He sounds so interested in my boring family, everything he says seems to chime in my ears, I think I might like him after all.
"What about your family?" I ask chirpily.
"Hmmm... my parents are pretty important people."
"Like, government or something?"
"Or something."
I blink at him and become flustered, I'm unsure if that's become infuriating or not, but then I find myself smiling at it and look away.
"So like, what're their name? Oh my sister's name is Elizabeth! So... you know, it's fair..."
"Heh. Lance and Kerry."
"Lance... like... pokemon?"
I suddenly go bright red, that was such a stupid question to ask, I immediately regret it. Now I was going to come off a complete nerd, but he just starts laughing and is smiling brightly at me, it makes me feel at ease.
"Yeah, just like that. I could see him commanding dragons sometimes."
"Oh, is he strict?"
"He was when I was growing up. I used to complain a lot, he told me his father always had to be firm with him, because he was a troublemaker and he'd be damned if I turned out the same."
"Haha. Parents are like that I guess."
He looks sad for a moment, but it doesn't seem to be his sadness, but rather it seems as though he's feeling my pain - knowing I had no parents and yet was acting as though I still understood what they were like. I suppose I do a bit, but it's kind of blurry now, they've been gone a decade after all.
"So... is your grandfather still around?" I ask, trying to move the subjet from my loss.
"No. Both he and my grandmother died before I was born. My parents tell me about them a lot though."
"Oh, that's too bad... my grandparents passed away when I was little. They were nice though, from what I remember."
Vergil smiles at me this time, I smile back and then notice the clock in the corner, we'd been going on for a while now it had gotten late. He notices too and looks at me, standing up. Without noticing we'd gone through four drinks while talking, it'd only felt like a brief talk but I felt like I knew Vergil better. We leave together and he insists on walking me home again, I insist he doesn't have to but truthfully I want him to.
When we arrive on my doorstep this time things seem a bit different, there's a spark between us and I try to keep my gaze averted. I unlock the door but he reaches out and takes my hand, it's as soft as I remember and strangely warm considering the chill in the air. I can't bring myself to look at him, this was happening so suddenly, he seemed to know how to take charge and he was doing it with me.
"Deacon..." he utters, his voice is soft to me.
He takes my cheek and turns my head, my heart hammers in my chest as he draws in closer, our lips barely touch and I shudder with anticipation. His arm is around me now and he pulls me in closer, I can feel his firm body against my own and before I know it he's kissing me properly, our tongues lace together and my cheeks fluster uncontrollably. My hand hasn't let go of the key in the door, his hand in turn hasn't let go of mine.
This was all so new, but his smallest touch, it sets my passion ablaze.
A week has passed since Vergil and I began dating, that first kiss is still imprinted on my mind despite there being others since. My sister has also returned from her holiday with her boyfriend, I still haven't had the chance to meet him but right now that's far from my mind, all I can focus on is Vergil - which is a pain at work I can tell you.
He meets me the three nights a week I have to get off the train, I've told my sister a friend is giving me lifts home instead, she seems happy I've found someone to be close to. Vergil is always smiling around me, I've met some of his friends recently, a strange guy named Rainak keeps making lude comments at us. Who the hell has a name like Rainak anyway?
Today we're meeting during the day for the first time, our work seems to make it difficult for us to do so. It's a Saturday, the sky is blue but as usual that winter chill lingers in the air, it's getting close to Christmas now too - I think we might be going shopping together. That seems strange to me, shopping with another man, I'd always considered it to be a girly activity. He seems excited though, we're holding hands, people are looking - he's unphased.
"Is this okay?" I ask, unable to hide my embarrassment. "People are staring..."
"They're probably just jealous I'm holding hands with such a cutie." he replies, I go crimson.
"What?! That's not true! I think you're the pretty one..."
"That's quite the thing to say."
He looks sideways at me with a smirk, I look the other way and he just laughs. We stop and I look back at him with confusion, that was exactly what he was waiting for as he places his finger and thumb on his chin and draws me into a tender and very public kiss. My cheeks are crimson again, but I can't help myself as I see back, his lips are like a drug to me.
When it breaks we keep on walking, I can't take my eyes off the pavement, people were surely staring at us both. I feel inadequate next to him, he was tall and strikingly handsome and I was - not short - but shorter and scrawny. We go through many shops together, looking at games and he asks me to point out ones I work on, then buys them and makes me blush even more. I hate him sometimes, he's far too sweet for his own good, but that's also what I love.
Did I just think love?
"Hey, Deacon!" I hear a woman's voice, a familiar woman's voice.
"Elizabeth..." I greet her.
Suddenly I'm in shock, I haven't told her I'm dating a man, but she's seen us holding hands. I can't seem to move, Vergil seems unbothered by the whole thing, he just smiles at her and gives a casual wave. My sister is grinning when I finally look up at her, she seems far too amused by the whole thing, I'm flustered beyond all reason - again.
"Oh my, Deacon!" she says, looking at Vergil then back at me. "This is a development."
"Yeah..." I reply, numbly.
"So what's your name, tall and handsome?"
"Vergil." he says so calmly.
"Ohhhh, you two look so cute! Kyaaaa~!"
I stare at her blankly as my sister turns into something akin to a fangirl. Those damn manga she always reads, I should have known telling her would be easy, what with her ridiculous obsession with yaoi. I smile at Vergil apologetically, but as usual he doesn't seem at all phased by the whole thing, but rather lets go of my hand and puts his arm around me to draw me in close. My heart beats faster being so close to him, I blush and my sister just squees at the pair of us.
"Shut up..." I mumble.
"Aw. But it's adorable. My little brother finding love with another man~."
As we stand there bickering, with Vergil not seeming to be bothered by it at all, a young woman approaches the ground and takes my sister's arm. I look at her, I don't think I recognise her as one of my sister's friends, when they turn and give one another a kiss on the lips my eyes widen. Vergil looks stunned too, but then bursts out laughing as I nearly have a freak out on them.
"What the hell?!" I yell, pointing at them both. "I thought you have a boyfriend, why are you kissing this random girl?!"
"I said I had a partner, you presumed it was a guy." she replies.
"What the hell my sister is a lesbian?!"
"And you're gay."
"I... shut up..."
Eventually we part ways and I feel relieved to be alone with Vergil again, I'm glad he's so patient with everything, he makes me feel secure. We sit by the river for lunch even though it's cold, eating sandwiches bought from a shop nearby. When we're done he looks at me and frowns, I worry for a moment but he smiles again quickly.
"You've got mayonause on the corner of your lip," he says.
Before I can move to wipe it away he leans toward me and licks it away himself, then draws me into another passion filled kiss, my body feels a rush of excitement. I press closer to him, forgetting we're in a public place, our tongues dance together and I can't help but make small sounds of approval and enjoyment.
He knows just how to touch me, or perhaps it's just that his every touch ensnares. I'm caught in him, I can't get away and I know that I don't want to.
I think in this moment I've just decided, I'm in love.
I've never felt this nervous before. After a month of dating my sister has cleared out of the house for the weekend, Vergil was coming to stay with me for the duration. This was the first time we'd be staying anywhere together, he's been in my house before and I've even been in his - that was where I met the weird people - but this time we'd be sleeping together. My mind wanders, wondering just what it would mean to sleep together, and whether that meant love making.
I nearly cry out and shake my head rapidly, messing my hair up at those thoughts. I didn't need to think about them, I was already fighting nerves plenty, those thoughts would just make it worse. I hear his knock at the door, it's always the same and he fills me with warmth, I smile to myself and make my way there. Upon opening the door to him I step aside and let him in, he immediately removes his shoes and pads into the living room.
"How are you?" he asks, slumping onto the sofa and looking up at me.
"I'm fine. Glad to not have work for a couple of days."
"I've been playing the games you worked on. They're good."
I fluster and smile at him, sliding down in the chair beside him and immediately moving to lean on him, feeling the immediate warmth of his body even though he just came in from the cold.
"I'm glad you like them." I say, my contented happiness showing.
"You made them, why wouldn't I like them?" he whispers.
"Shut up... you say things like that on purpose."
There's a silence that follows, he strokes his fingers through my messy brown hair, I hadn't straightened it after I messed it up getting rid of those thoughts. But they're coming back, I pluck up the courage to bring it up to him, glad to be facing away so he doesn't see how nervous I am to do so.
"So... which bed would you like to take?" I ask, trying to be casual.
"I don't mind." he replies, damn him - that's no answer.
"Well, you could... share with me."
"I'd like that."
"O-Okay."
I pause again, trying to pluck up the courage, it's difficult.
"What about-..." I begin, but he cuts in over me.
"Are you trying to ask me if we'll have sex?"
"What?! No!... Yes... kind of."
"That depends if you're ready."
I hesitate. I'm not sure what my answer is yet. But then I think about his touch, the feelings it brings out in me, the sensations I feel just being close to him. Maybe I am ready after all.
"I'm ready..." I say, my voice barely audible.
He doesn't respond in words, but in actions. We kiss and he draws me up off the sofa, taking my hand and guiding me with him, he knows where my room is anyway. We make our way upstairs, my heart is hammering as he reach my room, he closes the door behind us even though nobody else would be in the house. My body feels alive, his touch is driving me insane with desire, he's removing my clothes - I begin to remove his.
His skin is smooth and soft, like just his hands always are. I wonder how any human could be this perfect, he was flawless and perfectly built, his muscles not too pronounced and his body just the right side of athletic. We're naked now, he lowers me onto my own bed, his kisses leave my lips and find the rest of my body. I feel them on my collar, moving down my chest, his tongue trailing across my skin. He teases my nipple, I whimper my pleasure, he's far too good at this.
His fingers move across my side, pausing at my hips. Lifting his right hand he sucks the end of his thumb, then glides it around my hard manhood - the wetness making with quiver. As he takes hold I grip him, the slow movements of his hand making me moan out of my pleasure, I'm powerless against him and my hands clench at his back tightly. He continues to work my shaft, my precum lubricating me as he continues. I can't hold on, his masterful strokes send me over the edge, I gasp and feel the warm sensation of my own seed hitting my stomach.
I look up at him with my cheeks red with pleasure, he isn't done with me yet and he draws closer to me, kissing me. His finger runs through the sticky, wet fluid on my stomach and he reaches behind me, I gasp as I feel him touching a place I had never expected to be touched before. He spreads my legs and moves in closer still, I feel the tip of his member at my entrance and close my eyes, inhaling a quaking breath.
"Ready?" he asks softly.
All I can do his nod dumbly. He draws closer still and his hips push forward, I gasp out harshly as I feel him entering me, my right hand digs into his back and my fingertips claw at his skin while my left hand grips the sheets of my bed. It hurts a bit at first, but the pain passes and I feel a sensational pleasure I've never had before, his hips rock gently as he draws himself back and forth inside of me. I've become erect again, my eyes open and lock upon his, they're filled with the same warmth as they always are.
Our love making continues, he's gentle with me and my body responds to his every touch, I feel as though I have an all over blush. My second climax is approaching, he continues to take me, moving in and out of my tight passage - I can hardly move except to arch my back in ecstacy. He leans in and presses his lips to my ear.
"Cum with me," he whispers.
I'm tipped over the edge, suddenly we both climax together, my hot seed landing on both of our stomachs this time as he fills me. My eyes widen in pleasure, I moan out and clings to him with both arms, until the orgasm we share is spent. Then I fall back onto the bed, panting and looking up at him as he draws himself out of me, then leans down to kiss him so tenderly. My hands hold onto his back, as I feel the afterglow of not just my first time with another man, but my first time - ever.
"You are... amazing." I say softly, "I... I love you."
He looks at me with surprise, but a smile on his lips with his face close to mine.
"I love you too."
It's been four months now, Vergil and I have been together long enough to call the relationship serious, I've also gotten a promotion at work. We've been unable to spend as much time together lately due to our busy schedules, though admittedly I still have no idea what he actually does. There's an air of mystery about him which I like, yet I am also troubled by my lack of knowledge. I brush the thoughts aside, it doesn't matter right now, I'm on my way to visit him.
As I walk down the empty street on the way to his house, I get the feel I'm being watched by something, or someone. A low growling stops me in my tracks and I turn my head, expecting to see a dog. I'm only half right, what stares back at me had red eyes, burning like fire and it pads toward me, flames licking at its teeth from in its mouth. I back away, more approach and I feel my heart racing, they are like nothing I have ever seen - demon hounds.
I take off at a run toward Vergil's house, that's where I feel safe, I just want to escape these strange things and play it off as some sort of weird nightmare. They give chase, of course they do they're wild animals, I'm terrified. Then I see him, my angel, only not my angel - but he does have wings, two feathered wings. But the feathers are black, that wasn't angelic that was demonic, fallen angels had such things - yet he sees off the strange hounds with a swipe of his hand, they are ash.
He turns to me and smiles like he always does, the wings fold and disappear but I've already seen them, he approaches me and for the first time I cringe and back away. He hesitates in front of me, looking genuinely hurt that I would show such fear toward him, he speaks gently to me regardless.
"Are you alright?"
I can't find my voice, I'm too afraid, of him. No, of those hounds, I couldn't be afraid of Vergil, he's too precious to me. I manage to find my voice, if only feebly.
"... What..." I begin, staring at him.
"I think we'd better sit down and talk."
My heart hammers in my chest, was he some sort of demon? Perhaps the devil himself? But why would a fallen angel show such kindness, it made no sense to me. I was too afraid, I turn and run from him, as fast as I can. I can hear him calling out to me desperately but I don't look back, I can't bring myself to and he doesn't give chase perhaps out fear of frightening me further. When I'm well away I weep, I can't help myself, it was all too much.
I return home after an hour of aimless wandering, my sister is there and she looks surprised to see me, I said I'd be staying the night.
"What's wrong?" she asks, looking shocked.
"It's nothing," I lie.
"Don't give me that!" she yells, "Did... did he dump you?"
"I don't want to talk about it!"
I run upstairs with my sister calling after me, slam the door to my room shut and collapse on my bed. I'm weeping into my pillow like a child, but I can't help myself, everything felt different now - what Vergil was I don't know but what I do know is that in the brief moment he had those wings out and saw to those hounds, he didn't feel like my Vergil anymore. He was cold and ruthless, his demeanour became so different it terrified me and still does.
My mobile phone is ringing all of a sudden and I look at it, it's him. I can't bring myself to pick up, stashing the phone to one side. The phone eventually stops, when I pluck up the courage to venture over to it some ten minutes later, I find he's left me a voicemail. Lifting the phone to my ear I decide to listen, his voice is gentle with me and loving but also sounds sad in a way I had never heard before.
'I realize you must have a lot of questions for me. I'm sorry I didn't tell you any of this sooner, but it's forbidden. This is going to come off sounding pretty lame, but - I'm a devil. Not the kind you're probably thinking of now, something entirely different... I want to see you, to answer your questions - any questions. I do love you, Deacon, please meet me at the bus station at around seven.'
A devil. Now I have an answer and yet I'm still terrified, he says it's not what I think it is, that he isn't what I'm imagining from the word devil. He wants to meet me, his voice sounded genuine, but if he was the devil I was thinking of then he would know how to lie well. I stare at my phone, my finger hovers over the button to call him, but I can't do it. I lay the phone down next to my bed.
Seven comes and goes. I don't go to meet him.
Coming Soon.
Also I haven't proof read any of it so if there's mistakes, it can't be helped.
Main characters are;
Deacon Knox, a human video game designer from Cambridge, England.
Prince Vergil A'vron, a grandson of Isaan & Kerali A'vron, his parents are Lance and Kerry A'vron - he's a Reaper like Seth'ryal.
Be My Devil
A Chance Encounter
The rattle of the train aggravates my motion sickness. I've been trying to get better with medicines my doctor gave me, but as I curl up in my chair my stomach won't give up. The car I'm in is empty, it was midnight after all and the last train from London to Cambridge, where I live.
The ticket collector doesn't seem to much care about my predicament, he looks exhausted from a long shift and punches my ticket without as much as a nod in my direction. Admittedly I pity him and am in no condition to talk, still it would have been nice if he had just asked if I was feeling alright, or sparked a conversation on this long and lonely trip home. I cringe at my own needy thoughts, they were stupid and unwanted.
Half an hour into the journey the door opens on the other side of the carriage, the train had just stopped at a small town on the way - apparently someone had gotten on. I blink, he was a strange looking man, pale complexion and short, shocking red hair - no, not ginger, red like the colour of blood as morbid as that sounds - he was taller than me by several inches from what I could tell and dressed in a business suit.
For some reason my eyes refuse to wander away, then to my surprise he sits opposite the table from me, I sit up fully when she does to give us both leg room. A silence follows as I try to keep on looking out of the window into the darkness, but my eyes are drawn to him and I can't explain why. I notice he has strange eyes, they seem almost purple but I decide they must be blue, it was clearly a trick of the light.
He notices me looking, I look away embarrassed and act non-chalant, pretending to be looking at something just above the window. I'm sure I can feel his eyes follow my gaze, it makes me feel nervous and foolish.
"Late night?" he asks me.
"Oh. Oh yeah, just... finished work two hours ago." I reply, rather lamely.
"Me too," he says.
His voice is so calm and quite soft - his accent has what I think is a slightly Irish tinge to it. I look at him again and smile, he returns the smile quite politely and I fluster, he's handsome now I think about it. I push those thoughts aside, what am I thinking?
"I'm Deacon, nice to meet you." I introduce myself, extending my hand to shake with him.
"Vergil," he complies, shaking my hand.
I hesitate to let go, his skin is oddly soft for a man's, his touch is gentle and yet there is a firmness there. I finally draw my hand away and smile through my embarrassment, though I can feel my cheeks burning, I hadn't found men attractive before.
"Vergil is a pretty cool name." I try to spark conversation properly.
"My parents were pretty cool people," he chuckles. "My surname is pretty weird though."
"Your surname?" I repeat, then shake my head. "I'm sure it can't be that weird!"
"It's A'vron."
"A'vron? Huh, what is that, like French or Romanian or something?"
"Or something."
I blink at his response, confused.
"Well mine is Knox. It's German or Scottish - I don't know which."
"You don't know your own heritage?" he asks, looking like that is a big deal.
"Oh, well it's like... we have two different coats of arms and we're not sure which is actually ours. We've thought about looking into it but we never have time... and you probably don't really care about this..."
I chuckle, sheepishly. He just smiles at me and reaches inside his jacket, pulling out his wallet and opening it to show me a coat of arms of his own. It's odd, the shield is completely black with the depiction of a bird's talon in purple right in the centre, I'd never seen anything like it - in fact I didn't realize purple was often used in crests.
"This is mine." he tells me, looking quite proud.
"Wow, that's pretty unique... and cool. Heh, seems your surname isn't the only cool thing about you."
He looks at me as I say that and seems momentarily surprised, was I flirting with him? No that couldn't be it, I was straight and he was a total stranger. But then why was I telling him so much about me? He just smiles again, it didn't bother him at all, did that mean he was interested? Wait, no I'm not into that!
The train pulls in at Cambridge, we had been talking longer than I thought. Both of us get up and get off the train together and make our way out, I don't think we're walking together but he walks near. When we get outside there's already a taxi waiting for him and he bids me good bye, I smile and reciprocate and then I'm let alone. I wonder what was going through my head, having such odd thoughts about some random guy.
I hear the horn of a car going off and see my sister's car approach, an audi. Getting in the front after shoving my work bag in the back, I sit down next to her and she looks at me with the same welcoming face she always does. But then the face changes to one of curiosity, I look confused.
"You're all flustered." she says pointedly.
"What?" I ask dumbly, then blush. "I am not!"
"Yes you are! Did you meet someone or something?!"
"No! Thats not it at all! Just drive damn it!"
She grins at me and we set off. I live with my sister on the outskirts of Cambridge, in what is technically a village called Histon. Our parents died a while back and she raised me herself, I love her to pieces - but she isn't half a pain at times with her teasing. But then, I knew exactly why I was flustered, I just refuse to accept it.
An Unexpected Saviour
It's been about a month since that time. I haven't seen him again even though he got off in Cambridge with me, he also hasn't been on the train back from London since then either. I've just gotten off that same train but my sister wasn't going to be there to pick me up, she has a boyfriend she's been seeing for a few months or something - I've never met him. Anyway, they're off in some other part of the country and I've got to get public transport back home, I'll be lucky to just catch the last bus.
It was pitch black and the middle of winter, it'd snowed but then it'd rain and the pavement was slippery beneath my feet. The walk from the train station to the bus station is quite lonely, the only light comes from the lamps above me and it makes me nervous, I have being out alone this late. I decide to take a short cut through a smaller street, that was a mistake as I hear footsteps behind me now, a group of them.
"Hey, mate!"
One was calling out to me. I speed up to try and escape, but they speed up too and suddenly they're running and so am I. I was a good runner, I could never fight but I was built for running, slim and agile - they were still on my tail though. I stumble and before I know it I'm tripping and colliding with the group, I skip a little and though there's not much damage done aside from some future bruises, I'm at their mercy.
"Haha! Give us your money, mate." One demands, he has a flick knife.
"A-Alright!" I stammer, terrified. "Just don't hurt me!"
I'm such a coward, I always have been. People teased me in school because I had a girl protecting me, my big sister, now I'm just pathetic and unable to stand up for myself. I hold up my wallet and one of the trio go to reach out of it, but then out of nowhere a fist hits him and he falls to the side with such force I'm surprised. I look up and my eyes widen, it was him, Vergil from the train dressed in a fine black suit again though this one was three piece.
The other two go for him but he takes them out so easily, I'm in awe of him all of a sudden and for a moment I see an angel, a saviour. All three are unconscious and he's holding his hand out to help me up, I take it with a deep blush in my cheeks as I'm helped back to my feet. I'm shy, I want to look up at him but I can't, my heart is beating rapidly and I tell myself it's the gear. I know better though, it was him, it was all because of him.
"Thank you!" I blurt out, looking at him finally.
"Think nothing of it." he says, quite calmly and with a smile. "I saw you running from back there, I'm sorry I wasn't quicker - you wouldn't have ended up on the floor."
I blush at the idea he saw me running, the feeling of being a coward came back.
"Why don't I walk you to the bus station?" he offers.
"Oh. Alright then."
We walk together to the bus station, I feel safe now with him here. When we arrive at the bus station he stays with me, I insist that he can go but he refuses because the station is quite empty, when the bus arrives he gets on with me and we sit together near the back. I'm blushing again and I know it, at least I can put it down to the sudden change in temperature from the chill outside to the heated bus.
"Why are you getting on with me?" I ask.
"I want to make sure you get home safely."
"Oh. But... if it's too much trouble. Where do you live?"
"West Cambridge."
I look at him with surprise, he was going in the total opposite direction, just to make sure I got home safely.
"But this is the last bus!" I insist, "You won't be able to get one back!"
"I'll get a taxi," he says, the bus pulls away. "Too late now, anyway."
The bus journey is fairly long and completely silent, I'm too embarrassed to say anything to him, that he would do this for me was - romantic. We get off the bus together and make our way to my house, it's a fairly nice place we inherited and so we don't have to pay rent at least, the issue is if things keep going the way they are with my sister and her boyfriend I might end up living there alone. I hate the thought of being alone.
"So, we're here now... thanks..." I say softly, standing on the doorstep with him.
"I'm glad you're safe," he replies, pulling out his mobile phone. "I'll call a taxi and go wait in that pub we passed. Don't worry."
"Oh, okay... and thank you again."
I watch him going and my head starts to berate me, it tells me I should go after him and ask to see him again, my heart flutters at the idea and I close my eyes tightly. I don't like it, I'm straight, I know I'm straight. But maybe sexuality has nothing to do with it, maybe this was a special case. It was like one of those japanese manga things my sister reads, when she thinks I'm not looking.
"Vergil!" I say suddenly, sounding far too desperate for me own liking.
"Yes?" He turns toward me, holding his phone up.
"Go for a drink with me!" I blurt, then blush wildly. "I mean, just to say thank you properly for tonight!"
He looks at me, those strange eyes that I still swear are actually blue watch me as though they can see right through me. He smiles at me, maybe he doesn't realize what I'm feeling right now, or maybe he does and he doesn't mind it.
"Alright, tomorrow..." he says, "Seven alright?"
"Yeah, sure... I look forward to it."
He smiles at me more warmly and turns away. I wonder who he is, that he brings these unusual and foreign feelings up in me. To me is still like some kind of angel, he was certainly... pretty enough to be one. I turn around and go inside, after locking the door behind me I lean back against it, gathering my thoughts as best I can.
Our First "Date"?
Today was as chilly as the night before, though the sky was clear at least, the stars were bright. I was standing outside the local pub, the Silver Orchard awaiting my date - no! - my friend so that we could have the drink I promised as thanks for him saving me from a mugging last night. Not to mention seeing me all the way home, even though he lived on the opposite side of the city; that makes me fluster a bit.
He arrives by bus this time, he's not dressed like usual. He's wearing black trousers and shoes certainly, shirt is dark red like his hair and untucked, with the two two buttons undone showing off a pendant that carries that same crest he showed me back on the train. He smiles at me, I blush because he looks fiendishly handsome like that, he was formal and yet casual - I like it and he seems to know it when he smiles at me in that same way.
"Sorry I'm late," he says, his hands in his pockets.
"No, it's alright, I wasn't waiting long." I lie, I'd been there forty minutes.
We walk inside together, I order a scotch on the rocks and he orders the same thing, I smile discreetly at that - we like the same drink. Both of us sit down together in a corner of the pub where nobody is, it's quite full but fortunately everyone always collected in the same area so we could find some privacy. Vergil is looking at me again, I'm trying my hardest to keep my composure, its only now I notice he arrived without a coat in this chill. That's strange.
"What do you do for a living, Deacon?" he asks.
"Oh, I work for a video game company. I have to travel to London for work but it's a lot of fun. What about you?"
"Oh, I do a bit of this, a bit of that."
"Oh, like freelance work or something?"
"Or something."
I look at him when he gives that answer, just like back on the train. I decide in my head it's quirky, which makes it cute - I push the cute part aside relatively quickly.
"Tell me more about your family." he says, I feel embarrassed he's bringing up all the conversation topics.
"Well, I live with my older sister." I begin, looking down into my drink. "She raised me... our parents died in a car crash together, when I was eleven. There's a seven year gap between us, she's twenty eight... so uh... that makes me twenty one. I have an uncle and some cousins somewhere, but don't see them much."
"I see."
He sounds so interested in my boring family, everything he says seems to chime in my ears, I think I might like him after all.
"What about your family?" I ask chirpily.
"Hmmm... my parents are pretty important people."
"Like, government or something?"
"Or something."
I blink at him and become flustered, I'm unsure if that's become infuriating or not, but then I find myself smiling at it and look away.
"So like, what're their name? Oh my sister's name is Elizabeth! So... you know, it's fair..."
"Heh. Lance and Kerry."
"Lance... like... pokemon?"
I suddenly go bright red, that was such a stupid question to ask, I immediately regret it. Now I was going to come off a complete nerd, but he just starts laughing and is smiling brightly at me, it makes me feel at ease.
"Yeah, just like that. I could see him commanding dragons sometimes."
"Oh, is he strict?"
"He was when I was growing up. I used to complain a lot, he told me his father always had to be firm with him, because he was a troublemaker and he'd be damned if I turned out the same."
"Haha. Parents are like that I guess."
He looks sad for a moment, but it doesn't seem to be his sadness, but rather it seems as though he's feeling my pain - knowing I had no parents and yet was acting as though I still understood what they were like. I suppose I do a bit, but it's kind of blurry now, they've been gone a decade after all.
"So... is your grandfather still around?" I ask, trying to move the subjet from my loss.
"No. Both he and my grandmother died before I was born. My parents tell me about them a lot though."
"Oh, that's too bad... my grandparents passed away when I was little. They were nice though, from what I remember."
Vergil smiles at me this time, I smile back and then notice the clock in the corner, we'd been going on for a while now it had gotten late. He notices too and looks at me, standing up. Without noticing we'd gone through four drinks while talking, it'd only felt like a brief talk but I felt like I knew Vergil better. We leave together and he insists on walking me home again, I insist he doesn't have to but truthfully I want him to.
When we arrive on my doorstep this time things seem a bit different, there's a spark between us and I try to keep my gaze averted. I unlock the door but he reaches out and takes my hand, it's as soft as I remember and strangely warm considering the chill in the air. I can't bring myself to look at him, this was happening so suddenly, he seemed to know how to take charge and he was doing it with me.
"Deacon..." he utters, his voice is soft to me.
He takes my cheek and turns my head, my heart hammers in my chest as he draws in closer, our lips barely touch and I shudder with anticipation. His arm is around me now and he pulls me in closer, I can feel his firm body against my own and before I know it he's kissing me properly, our tongues lace together and my cheeks fluster uncontrollably. My hand hasn't let go of the key in the door, his hand in turn hasn't let go of mine.
This was all so new, but his smallest touch, it sets my passion ablaze.
He's My Boyfriend!
A week has passed since Vergil and I began dating, that first kiss is still imprinted on my mind despite there being others since. My sister has also returned from her holiday with her boyfriend, I still haven't had the chance to meet him but right now that's far from my mind, all I can focus on is Vergil - which is a pain at work I can tell you.
He meets me the three nights a week I have to get off the train, I've told my sister a friend is giving me lifts home instead, she seems happy I've found someone to be close to. Vergil is always smiling around me, I've met some of his friends recently, a strange guy named Rainak keeps making lude comments at us. Who the hell has a name like Rainak anyway?
Today we're meeting during the day for the first time, our work seems to make it difficult for us to do so. It's a Saturday, the sky is blue but as usual that winter chill lingers in the air, it's getting close to Christmas now too - I think we might be going shopping together. That seems strange to me, shopping with another man, I'd always considered it to be a girly activity. He seems excited though, we're holding hands, people are looking - he's unphased.
"Is this okay?" I ask, unable to hide my embarrassment. "People are staring..."
"They're probably just jealous I'm holding hands with such a cutie." he replies, I go crimson.
"What?! That's not true! I think you're the pretty one..."
"That's quite the thing to say."
He looks sideways at me with a smirk, I look the other way and he just laughs. We stop and I look back at him with confusion, that was exactly what he was waiting for as he places his finger and thumb on his chin and draws me into a tender and very public kiss. My cheeks are crimson again, but I can't help myself as I see back, his lips are like a drug to me.
When it breaks we keep on walking, I can't take my eyes off the pavement, people were surely staring at us both. I feel inadequate next to him, he was tall and strikingly handsome and I was - not short - but shorter and scrawny. We go through many shops together, looking at games and he asks me to point out ones I work on, then buys them and makes me blush even more. I hate him sometimes, he's far too sweet for his own good, but that's also what I love.
Did I just think love?
"Hey, Deacon!" I hear a woman's voice, a familiar woman's voice.
"Elizabeth..." I greet her.
Suddenly I'm in shock, I haven't told her I'm dating a man, but she's seen us holding hands. I can't seem to move, Vergil seems unbothered by the whole thing, he just smiles at her and gives a casual wave. My sister is grinning when I finally look up at her, she seems far too amused by the whole thing, I'm flustered beyond all reason - again.
"Oh my, Deacon!" she says, looking at Vergil then back at me. "This is a development."
"Yeah..." I reply, numbly.
"So what's your name, tall and handsome?"
"Vergil." he says so calmly.
"Ohhhh, you two look so cute! Kyaaaa~!"
I stare at her blankly as my sister turns into something akin to a fangirl. Those damn manga she always reads, I should have known telling her would be easy, what with her ridiculous obsession with yaoi. I smile at Vergil apologetically, but as usual he doesn't seem at all phased by the whole thing, but rather lets go of my hand and puts his arm around me to draw me in close. My heart beats faster being so close to him, I blush and my sister just squees at the pair of us.
"Shut up..." I mumble.
"Aw. But it's adorable. My little brother finding love with another man~."
As we stand there bickering, with Vergil not seeming to be bothered by it at all, a young woman approaches the ground and takes my sister's arm. I look at her, I don't think I recognise her as one of my sister's friends, when they turn and give one another a kiss on the lips my eyes widen. Vergil looks stunned too, but then bursts out laughing as I nearly have a freak out on them.
"What the hell?!" I yell, pointing at them both. "I thought you have a boyfriend, why are you kissing this random girl?!"
"I said I had a partner, you presumed it was a guy." she replies.
"What the hell my sister is a lesbian?!"
"And you're gay."
"I... shut up..."
Eventually we part ways and I feel relieved to be alone with Vergil again, I'm glad he's so patient with everything, he makes me feel secure. We sit by the river for lunch even though it's cold, eating sandwiches bought from a shop nearby. When we're done he looks at me and frowns, I worry for a moment but he smiles again quickly.
"You've got mayonause on the corner of your lip," he says.
Before I can move to wipe it away he leans toward me and licks it away himself, then draws me into another passion filled kiss, my body feels a rush of excitement. I press closer to him, forgetting we're in a public place, our tongues dance together and I can't help but make small sounds of approval and enjoyment.
He knows just how to touch me, or perhaps it's just that his every touch ensnares. I'm caught in him, I can't get away and I know that I don't want to.
I think in this moment I've just decided, I'm in love.
Just Touch Me
I've never felt this nervous before. After a month of dating my sister has cleared out of the house for the weekend, Vergil was coming to stay with me for the duration. This was the first time we'd be staying anywhere together, he's been in my house before and I've even been in his - that was where I met the weird people - but this time we'd be sleeping together. My mind wanders, wondering just what it would mean to sleep together, and whether that meant love making.
I nearly cry out and shake my head rapidly, messing my hair up at those thoughts. I didn't need to think about them, I was already fighting nerves plenty, those thoughts would just make it worse. I hear his knock at the door, it's always the same and he fills me with warmth, I smile to myself and make my way there. Upon opening the door to him I step aside and let him in, he immediately removes his shoes and pads into the living room.
"How are you?" he asks, slumping onto the sofa and looking up at me.
"I'm fine. Glad to not have work for a couple of days."
"I've been playing the games you worked on. They're good."
I fluster and smile at him, sliding down in the chair beside him and immediately moving to lean on him, feeling the immediate warmth of his body even though he just came in from the cold.
"I'm glad you like them." I say, my contented happiness showing.
"You made them, why wouldn't I like them?" he whispers.
"Shut up... you say things like that on purpose."
There's a silence that follows, he strokes his fingers through my messy brown hair, I hadn't straightened it after I messed it up getting rid of those thoughts. But they're coming back, I pluck up the courage to bring it up to him, glad to be facing away so he doesn't see how nervous I am to do so.
"So... which bed would you like to take?" I ask, trying to be casual.
"I don't mind." he replies, damn him - that's no answer.
"Well, you could... share with me."
"I'd like that."
"O-Okay."
I pause again, trying to pluck up the courage, it's difficult.
"What about-..." I begin, but he cuts in over me.
"Are you trying to ask me if we'll have sex?"
"What?! No!... Yes... kind of."
"That depends if you're ready."
I hesitate. I'm not sure what my answer is yet. But then I think about his touch, the feelings it brings out in me, the sensations I feel just being close to him. Maybe I am ready after all.
"I'm ready..." I say, my voice barely audible.
He doesn't respond in words, but in actions. We kiss and he draws me up off the sofa, taking my hand and guiding me with him, he knows where my room is anyway. We make our way upstairs, my heart is hammering as he reach my room, he closes the door behind us even though nobody else would be in the house. My body feels alive, his touch is driving me insane with desire, he's removing my clothes - I begin to remove his.
His skin is smooth and soft, like just his hands always are. I wonder how any human could be this perfect, he was flawless and perfectly built, his muscles not too pronounced and his body just the right side of athletic. We're naked now, he lowers me onto my own bed, his kisses leave my lips and find the rest of my body. I feel them on my collar, moving down my chest, his tongue trailing across my skin. He teases my nipple, I whimper my pleasure, he's far too good at this.
His fingers move across my side, pausing at my hips. Lifting his right hand he sucks the end of his thumb, then glides it around my hard manhood - the wetness making with quiver. As he takes hold I grip him, the slow movements of his hand making me moan out of my pleasure, I'm powerless against him and my hands clench at his back tightly. He continues to work my shaft, my precum lubricating me as he continues. I can't hold on, his masterful strokes send me over the edge, I gasp and feel the warm sensation of my own seed hitting my stomach.
I look up at him with my cheeks red with pleasure, he isn't done with me yet and he draws closer to me, kissing me. His finger runs through the sticky, wet fluid on my stomach and he reaches behind me, I gasp as I feel him touching a place I had never expected to be touched before. He spreads my legs and moves in closer still, I feel the tip of his member at my entrance and close my eyes, inhaling a quaking breath.
"Ready?" he asks softly.
All I can do his nod dumbly. He draws closer still and his hips push forward, I gasp out harshly as I feel him entering me, my right hand digs into his back and my fingertips claw at his skin while my left hand grips the sheets of my bed. It hurts a bit at first, but the pain passes and I feel a sensational pleasure I've never had before, his hips rock gently as he draws himself back and forth inside of me. I've become erect again, my eyes open and lock upon his, they're filled with the same warmth as they always are.
Our love making continues, he's gentle with me and my body responds to his every touch, I feel as though I have an all over blush. My second climax is approaching, he continues to take me, moving in and out of my tight passage - I can hardly move except to arch my back in ecstacy. He leans in and presses his lips to my ear.
"Cum with me," he whispers.
I'm tipped over the edge, suddenly we both climax together, my hot seed landing on both of our stomachs this time as he fills me. My eyes widen in pleasure, I moan out and clings to him with both arms, until the orgasm we share is spent. Then I fall back onto the bed, panting and looking up at him as he draws himself out of me, then leans down to kiss him so tenderly. My hands hold onto his back, as I feel the afterglow of not just my first time with another man, but my first time - ever.
"You are... amazing." I say softly, "I... I love you."
He looks at me with surprise, but a smile on his lips with his face close to mine.
"I love you too."
What He Is
It's been four months now, Vergil and I have been together long enough to call the relationship serious, I've also gotten a promotion at work. We've been unable to spend as much time together lately due to our busy schedules, though admittedly I still have no idea what he actually does. There's an air of mystery about him which I like, yet I am also troubled by my lack of knowledge. I brush the thoughts aside, it doesn't matter right now, I'm on my way to visit him.
As I walk down the empty street on the way to his house, I get the feel I'm being watched by something, or someone. A low growling stops me in my tracks and I turn my head, expecting to see a dog. I'm only half right, what stares back at me had red eyes, burning like fire and it pads toward me, flames licking at its teeth from in its mouth. I back away, more approach and I feel my heart racing, they are like nothing I have ever seen - demon hounds.
I take off at a run toward Vergil's house, that's where I feel safe, I just want to escape these strange things and play it off as some sort of weird nightmare. They give chase, of course they do they're wild animals, I'm terrified. Then I see him, my angel, only not my angel - but he does have wings, two feathered wings. But the feathers are black, that wasn't angelic that was demonic, fallen angels had such things - yet he sees off the strange hounds with a swipe of his hand, they are ash.
He turns to me and smiles like he always does, the wings fold and disappear but I've already seen them, he approaches me and for the first time I cringe and back away. He hesitates in front of me, looking genuinely hurt that I would show such fear toward him, he speaks gently to me regardless.
"Are you alright?"
I can't find my voice, I'm too afraid, of him. No, of those hounds, I couldn't be afraid of Vergil, he's too precious to me. I manage to find my voice, if only feebly.
"... What..." I begin, staring at him.
"I think we'd better sit down and talk."
My heart hammers in my chest, was he some sort of demon? Perhaps the devil himself? But why would a fallen angel show such kindness, it made no sense to me. I was too afraid, I turn and run from him, as fast as I can. I can hear him calling out to me desperately but I don't look back, I can't bring myself to and he doesn't give chase perhaps out fear of frightening me further. When I'm well away I weep, I can't help myself, it was all too much.
I return home after an hour of aimless wandering, my sister is there and she looks surprised to see me, I said I'd be staying the night.
"What's wrong?" she asks, looking shocked.
"It's nothing," I lie.
"Don't give me that!" she yells, "Did... did he dump you?"
"I don't want to talk about it!"
I run upstairs with my sister calling after me, slam the door to my room shut and collapse on my bed. I'm weeping into my pillow like a child, but I can't help myself, everything felt different now - what Vergil was I don't know but what I do know is that in the brief moment he had those wings out and saw to those hounds, he didn't feel like my Vergil anymore. He was cold and ruthless, his demeanour became so different it terrified me and still does.
My mobile phone is ringing all of a sudden and I look at it, it's him. I can't bring myself to pick up, stashing the phone to one side. The phone eventually stops, when I pluck up the courage to venture over to it some ten minutes later, I find he's left me a voicemail. Lifting the phone to my ear I decide to listen, his voice is gentle with me and loving but also sounds sad in a way I had never heard before.
'I realize you must have a lot of questions for me. I'm sorry I didn't tell you any of this sooner, but it's forbidden. This is going to come off sounding pretty lame, but - I'm a devil. Not the kind you're probably thinking of now, something entirely different... I want to see you, to answer your questions - any questions. I do love you, Deacon, please meet me at the bus station at around seven.'
A devil. Now I have an answer and yet I'm still terrified, he says it's not what I think it is, that he isn't what I'm imagining from the word devil. He wants to meet me, his voice sounded genuine, but if he was the devil I was thinking of then he would know how to lie well. I stare at my phone, my finger hovers over the button to call him, but I can't do it. I lay the phone down next to my bed.
Seven comes and goes. I don't go to meet him.
Beyond All Reason
Coming Soon.