Chapter 2: Look who has returned

"Why did you come home with me, if you know me so well?" He snapped, his anger evident in the widening of his nostrils. "Well, you were right about one thing. I actually could use a good fuck. I thought, why not you? At least I won't develop any feelings for you." I sweetly retorted.

He took another step towards me.

"You're not at all like all the other women I've had before. But you are the same type of slut. Eager." He sneered ugly.

I was so unimpressed by this guy, it almost made me laugh.

"If you're trying to offend me, you really have to try harder." I said, my fingers touching his dick through his pants. "Try as hard as your cock is right now."

The impact of the wall behind me was not as hard as I expected. His lips smashed onto mine and his body pushed me against the wall with aggression. His hand grabbed the fabric of my dress, and he slid it up my body clumsily. He groaned when his fingers touched my underwear. I kissed him back with passion and cupped his cheek almost lovingly. "I want you right here. Then I want you on top of my bar." He whispered against my lips and I mentally rolled my eyes.

There was no way this guy could go for a second round.

"Yes." I moaned, partially faking the pleasure I felt from his touch. It seemed no one had properly guided him before, but he was rich, so he could get away with it. My hand moved down from his cheek as I expertly unbuttoned his shirt. His lips stayed on my skin, kissing my neck as he moaned himself. He pressed his body into mine, and I felt the hardness of his erection. It prodded against me, and as a generous offer, I quickly unzipped his pants. My hand glided over his boxer shorts, and he hissed against my skin.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!"

The guy jumped away from me when a loud, angry snarl interrupted us. My hands instinctively pulled down my dress and I stared at the intruder in pure shock.

What in the actual hell?

"I TOLD YOU to let NOBODY touch you!" Satan screamed at me.

For a moment, I was too shocked to respond. Elle had told me he couldn't come to the human realm. That was one of the reasons why I enjoyed teasing him whenever I visited the demon realm.

"Oh right," I snapped, "fucking SATAN, who does not even live in this UNIVERSE, told me to not kiss other boys. What the fuck?!" I yelled back at the demon, who looked ready to murder someone.

"What the fuck is going on?! Who are you?!" The guy screamed at Samael angrily, his pants still unzipped and his shirt unbuttoned.

"Shut up!" we both yelled at him, before locking eyes again with rage.

"You were going to sleep with him?!" Samael screamed in anger, his eyes turning fully black and his entire body tense. His hands were already clenched into fists. "Dude, is this your girlfriend or something?" the guy asked, suddenly eyeing me as if I were the crazy one here. Always ganging up against the woman. Unbelievable.

"You." Samael snapped at the guy, who flinched. "Do you have any idea who I am? I am your worst fucking nightmare. I can see what your worst fears are made off, and I can make them reality." Samael slowly walked towards him, baring his teeth. "I can burn the skin of your body, I can make maggots crawl into your mouth and eat you from the inside out, I can kill all the people you love right in front of you. Torture is my speciality. It's something that I fucking love to do. You have made a VERY big mistake in inviting her over. You FUCKING dared to touch her, you pathetic human. It's the last thing you did." Samael was inches from his face, and the guy looked absolutely terrified.

I stood against the wall, knowing that I was the only one I could stop this.

When I saw wetness on the guy's pants, I knew he had peed himself. He was so scared, he hadn't even realised it. He still looked at Samael with fearful eyes. "Please." The guy whispered, his hands coming together in a pleading manner. "Take everything. I didn't know she was taken, I just wanted to fuck someone. She fit the bill." 

Samael roared, and I lunged forward to stop him, but I was too late.

Samael grabbed the guy by the throat, slammed him against the wall so hard that the entire apartment shook, and cracked his skull with a loud, sickening crunch.

Sam roared at the lifeless body with pure rage. "Sam!" I yelled, my brain registering that Samael had just killed someone.

Samael didn't hear me. He grabbed the lifeless body, smashed its head against the wall, and tore the head clean off. He threw the head behind him, and it collided with the vase, shattering it into a million pieces. Both the head and the broken vase slid across the marble floor, and I was too traumatized to even move.

He didn't stop. He picked up the headless body, hurled it to the other side of the apartment, and took a step forward.

"Sam!" My scream of terror finally caught his attention. He turned his head towards me, baring his teeth dangerously. He stared at me, waiting for my next words. "You... You just killed someone!" My eyes darted around, taking in the chaotic scene of the apartment—the blood leaking from the head, the body lying on the other side of the room. What had begun as an amazing night had ended in a bloodbath. "So?" Sam asked, as if I had said something ridiculous. "You can't just kill people!" I screamed.

I couldn't stop screaming. My mind had completely unravelled. Everything inside me had shattered. And I was terrified that this wasn't the end of his rage.

"Of course I can, I am the fucking devil." Sam snapped. "I torture and kill those who deserve it. And that guy deserved a lot more than what he got. I just didn't want him to die in my kingdom and deal with that aftermath."

"You can't be here!" I yelled next, my body slightly trembling. I suddenly felt so cold—cold, confused, terrorized. "I am here," Sam simply said, the anger slowly subsiding. He was the Demon King of Wrath, so calm would never be his nature, but a hint of color returned to his eyes.

"You have to go! What the fuck?!" I continued, still not comprehending what had just transpired.

"Oh, fuck this shit. Come here." Samael said, taking four steps towards me and grabbing my arm forcefully. "What are you doing?!" I asked, feeling the harsh and painful grip on my arm. "Taking you. I've had enough of this. You're mine, and you will fucking behave like it." Samael snapped at me, wrapping his other arm around me. I elbowed him, regaining some sense of reality. "I'm not going anywhere!" I retorted angrily, attempting to break free from his grasp. "That's where you're wrong. You're Satan's captive now, my little wildflower."

The world around me snapped shut.