Chapter 18

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"We aren't in your house, are we?" I whispered, turning to him with wide eyes. The ringing was starting to get closer, and I was starting to realize that this sound didn't have a rhythm like a ringtone.

It was just slow beeping.

"It is my house," he whispered with cautious eyes, getting both our shirts and bringing mine to me in a second, not making any noise. Without asking questions I threw the shirt over me and started to button it, while he tugged on his shirt. By the time we both had our shirts on the ringing was right next to the door, making a bad feeling hit my stomach.

"We need to leave," I said in an urgent, yet still monotone, voice- making him nod and grab onto my shoulders stiffly.

Just as the door slammed open I closed my eyes, ironically praying to God that nothing would happen to him and I.

I felt someone tap my shoulder, making me open my eyes and turn to where I thought the person would be, just to see Samael and I still in the room- standing in the middle of the room- with his index finger to his lips, telling me to be quiet. I slowly nodded and turned to the opened door, just to see two men in dark cloaks searching the room, only the bottom half of their faces showing. When I saw their faces though, I almost threw up.

It literally looked like the skin from their face had been ripped off, then they got burned alive, and finally, grew fangs that were chipped and brown.

"Damn," I mouthed, making sure no actual noise came out my mouth. Samael didn't notice though, he was staring at them like he was ready to kill, red and blue eyes turning into black holes quicker than I could blink.

"Ubi sunt?" one man said to the other in a disgustingly gruff voice. My head tilted as I wondered what language they were speaking.

"Nescio," the other man replied, spitting on the carpet, leaving a black goo on the carpet. "Ipsi ita putatus hic esse."

"Ibimus vacuos ac morerer propter eam," the first one hissed, sounding scared. The second one sighed and looked around again.

"They're too strong. We die either way," he hissed like a snake, claws lengthening to around three inches.

"The young one. We just need the young one. We need to bring her to Master," the other one slurred, sounding more like a drunk then a demon. As soon as he said that I felt Samael grip onto my forearm possessively, making me almost jump from shock.

"But where IS SHE?" the thing howled, spinning towards the door. "WHERE COULD THEY HAVE GONE?"

"Ith-"

"Silence yourself!" it hissed, interrupting the other demon. "Let's go, we don't have much time."

"But, Ith-"

"Now," it growled menacingly, cracking its neck before stepping out of the door, making the other demon quickly go to follow him.

When the door slammed shut Samael waited around a minute before grabbing me by the shoulders again, my body shifting slightly, before calming down and sitting down on the couch.

"What was that? Did you make us invisible or something?" I asked, making him shake his head.

"No, we weren't... in the bedroom or... invisible. We were... it's hard to explain," he said, my head tilting slightly at the answer. I noticed he was having a hard time choosing his words with it, so I decided to let it go and ask him a different question.

"What did they want? What language were they speaking? What's going on?" I asked calmly, making him sigh and sit down.

"This mask is starting to itch," he muttered, scratching his cheek. I chuckled at the adorable face he made when he said that and grabbed his wrist when I noticed he was starting to make himself bleed.

"Than take off the mask, dumbass," I stated, making him look at me with a blank face before snorting and shaking his head, a cloak immediately forming around his body. "Now, answer at least one of my questions... please," I said, making him said still for probably thirty minutes, before turning his face away from me and lay down on the bed.

"Well, for starters, they want to bring you to Satan. What's going on, is Satan wants you dead," he said, making me shrug my shoulders.

"Nothing knew than, I guess," I said blandly, laying down on the bed too, but with my stomach on the bed instead of my back like Samael.

"... You okay?" he asked, making my eyebrows raise, and I lazily turned towards him, the alcohol still not out of my system.

"Yeah, I'm just getting a headache from the alcohol," I said, making him stare at me for a minute before looking back up to the ceiling.

"Okay," he when he went back to staring at the ceiling, making me fold my arms up under my face to use it as a pillow and close my eyes.

"I'm probably never going to drink ever again," I muttered, making his hood turn to me again. I could tell because I had a feeling he was staring at me.

"Why not?" he asked, making me groan.

"Because I turn into a lunatic when I drink," I answered, feeling the bed shift and noticing the my side closest dipped- making me turn to look at him, just to see him turned sideways, facing me.

"Well, you know what I think?" he asked, making me turn to face him again, curious. "I think you should drink every once and a while, for just that reason," he said, and I could tell he had a smirk on his face.

"You're such a fucking dick," I cackled, smacking his shoulder, making him chuckle- his deep, hoarse voice making my stomach turn. I mentally furrowed my eyebrows, not knowing what that meant.

"Thanks," he replied as he flicked my forehead, making me snort and sit back up.

"No problem, asshole," I said sweetly, making him hold back a cackle.

"You always know just what to say," he added sarcastically, making me grin with my back facing him.

"Why, thank you," I said, standing up. "Now, where do you want to go? They could come back here again," I said, making him sigh and stand up lazily.

"I can't ever relax around you, can I?" he muttered, making me turn to him with a serious look.

"Are you kidding me? They want to kidnap me! They're probably still in this house," I hissed, grabbing his wrist and ignoring the weird shock of electricity. "Take me somewhere else," I said, to which he just stared at me without moving. I sighed in irritation. "Please?" I begged, but he still just stood there like a statue.

'Are you kidding me?'

"Come on," I said, moving closer to him, leaving an inch of space between us. He looked down at our position, before looking back up to me. "Please?"

"Whatever," he responded gripping onto my shoulders, my eyes closing automatically out of habit. "Okay, there," he said after a couple seconds, making me open my eyes- just to see us in front of the school.

"Thanks," I said awkwardly, the inside of my stomach churning violently. "Hey, Sa-Samael," I groaned out, making him automatically grip all of my hair, pulling it into a bun.

"Go ahead," he said hurriedly, making me nod and violently bend over, barfing my ass off– my eyes closed the whole time. As soon as I finished I wiped my mouth with the inside of my hand and opened my eyes, screaming when I saw what came out of my mouth.

"That's.. not throw-up," I said shakily when I saw a mix of black goo and blood instead of stomach acid. "I would know. I've seen enough vomit to last me a lifetime," I added, making Samael pat my back.

"If it makes you feel any better, I have no idea why that came out of your mouth," he said, making me turn towards with quickly.

"No, that doesn't make me feel better!" I screamed, panicking since that left me confused and terrified. "How do you think that would make me feel better? That made everything worse! Do you at least know what that black shit is?!"

"Well..." he said, squatting down and examining it. "It looks like something that's been... melted."

"Melted?" I asked, squatting down next to him, trying to get control. "What?"

"I honestly don't know what the hell that it. You shouldn't have thrown up in the first place. For us, the alcohol just leaves are system, we don't need to throw-up."

"Well, thanks for the input," I started "but my mind isn't necessarily on the alcohol at the moment."

He stood up without answering, making me sigh as I stayed down. Out of curiosity I started to do little tests on it: smelling it, looking at the texture, and poking it with a random piece of paper I found on the ground. As far as I could tell, it didn't have certain type of smell, the texture looked kind of like the ink from pens, and when the paper touched it the part of the paper got burned and sizzled away to ashes.

"That looks promising," he said from behind me, making me turn and glare at him.

"Are you even taken this situation seriously?" I asked, making him nod silently. I breathed out through my nose loudly and turned back around, thinking. "We can't just leave this here," I stated, making him snort.

"I thought that much was obvious," he said, making me roll my eyes at him.

"It is  obvious, I'm just saying," I sighed out in exasperation, closing my eyes.

I could try the thing I did with the girl in the bathroom. It might work.

"Hey, um... I think I know, um... why that, uh... happened..." he said slowly, as if he was being cautious.

"What do you me–"

"Fuck," he hissed, making me turn around and look over to him, just to see him turned into the substitute I saw today in class. "Okay, uh..." he said in a rush as he stared at my back, taking a couple steps back. "You're going to, uh... feel some pain in a couple seconds for sure. But whatever that shit is, control it. It doesn't look good."

"What do you–" I started, but cut myself off when I felt my back start to rip and tear slowly, the pain overwhelming. I screamed as loud as possible– dropping to the floor and tucking my back between my knees–, now absolutely thankful that this school was basically in the middle of a forest.

From the corner of my eyes I saw Samael go to help me, but held a hand out– motioning for him not to move any closer– as I lifted my face up, feeling my fangs and claws grow to the longest they ever had before. "Stop," I hissed out in a really low voice, the pain in my back intensifying. "She belongs to me now," I hissed in the same low voice, not being able to control what I was saying. "There's no way she'll be able to survive this, even if she is a half-bre–"

"Michelle!" Samael said to me. I could tell he was screaming to me, but I could barely hear him. Everything was blurry, foggy, hopeless looking.

This was worst than death.

"It's no use, Death," the person controlling me said, saying it like calling him 'Death' was an insult. "Scream all you want. She can't do anything. I'm ripping her wings out as we speak," he added, my scream making the ground shake after I– or, whoever that was– talked.

"Oh my God," I saw him mouth, running towards me a second later. As soon as he got too close my arm shot out and pushed him, making him fly in the air.

"No!" I screamed, wanting to run over to him and check if he was okay. "Samael!"

"Oh, Samael," the man that was talking through me said, making me want to kill the person controlling me. "Your little girlfriend is screaming for you. You going to get up?"

That's it.

"When I find you," I hissed, closing my eyes so that the man knew I was talking  to him. "I'm going to make you wish you n-never fucking messed with me. You will be bleeding out from everyw-w-where on the floor, begging for fucking mercy, you sick tw-twisted prick."

'Now, princess. That's no way to talk to your ruler,'  the dark, scratchy, deep voice said to me inside my head, making me snarl.

'You'll never be my ruler. I'd rather go through this pain for the rest of my life than have you as my fucking ruler,'  I spat in my head, making him chuckle.

'Fiesty, eh? Asmodeus adores those types,' he cackled, making my eye twitch.

Now, who the fuck is that?

"Michelle! Michelle, listen to me!" he said, making me look up at him, still screaming. He looked like he was about to die, though I knew he was immortal. He had blood and cuts all over him, and his shoulder was most-definitely out of place, but all of it was slowly healing back to how he was before, so I didn't bother about it. "Pray to God! Ask for forgiveness! Do something! Take control! Don't let hi–"

"Obseres palatum!" the dark voice screamed at Samael, though I understood what he said somehow this time, probably since he talked through me.

They were talking in latin.

"Do it!" Samael screamed, though I only heard it as a whisper. But, never the less, I closed my eyes with force and started to pray to God. For him to help me, to protect me, to aid me. I was at the part where I was apologizing for my sins when I felt a huge amount of pain cut through my back again, making me scream– my own eardrums basically popping. But I noticed something.

I wasn't the only one screaming.

"Stop! Stop!" the man controlling me said through his own screams, my body starting to violently shake as he talked.

"I'm sorry, God, for all my sins, because they displease you," I continued as black tears started coming out of my eyes, screaming again. "You are almighty and good, deserving of all my love," I whimper after my scream, making me scream again, the man screaming even louder than before. "My faith is still with you, as it always will be," I cried out, gripping onto my hair and drilling into my skull in the process. "I meant no harm. I wish I could take back everything I did," I screamed out lookup at the sky as my black tears turned into bloody tears, feeling my fangs and claws shrink. "Please, please, please, God. I'm begging you. Help me," I whimpered one more final time, and then everything stopped. The pain was gone, the man in my head was gone, the black vomit next to me evaporated, and I looked up to see Samael looking at me in amazement– his knees buckling in shock.

And then.

I saw black.