"The darkness within you, it calls to me"

Vynessa wanted to speak, she wanted to respond, but every instinct she had told her to tread carefully; that she was in the presence of a very powerful predator. 

   "Your name” The entity said, or asked, she could not really tell. Its voice rumbled, bouncing off of the walls of her room.

Vynessa quacked in fear and deep awe as the voice reverberated.

Had she really summoned something? What the fuck did she just bring to her house and how the hell would she send it back?!

    Vynessa summoned up strength and slowly sat up from her position on the floor, that was as far as her strength and courage could take her. She could not stand erect, not when those hideous red eyes levelled themselves on her, like they we're piercing through her soul. It looked like it was seeing right through her.

A shadow with red eyes was staring down at her...

Vynessa let the thought sink in.

A demon was in her room.

A very deranged, menacing demon that shrouded itself in darkness was standing in the middle of her room and it wasn't a movie.

She let out and ear-piercing scream.

The entity looked mildly intrigued.

"Your eyes, they burn with a fire that cannot be tamed, a hunger that cannot be satiated" The entity said.

Her eyes? HER EYES! Was he blind?!

He was the one with red orbs for eyes with gold lightening cracking within them!

    Vynessa still could not see the entity clearly, could only tell it was male because of the tone and timbre of its voice.

Now involuntarily knelt in front of the entity, Vynessa tried to look at him, trying to look past the darkness, vapor and shadow that surrounded him... It.. She wasn't sure how to address it... Him... Them? Fucking hell.

"Wh-wh-what are you?" Vynessa stuttered as she asked him, her voice suppressed by her fear.

Those menacing red eyes focused on her, and like  scene from her nightmares, the smoke and black darkness around him began to swirl.

The thum thum thum of her heartbeat picked up speed, not in fear this time, but in awe.

She watched transfixed to her kneeling spot as the shadows surrounding him, the tiny sparks of fire, vapor and darkness dissipated, falling away from him and then being sucked into thin air, leaving him standing there.

Suddenly a man was standing in front of her his eyes still bright red, with an otherworldly cunningness. He was dressed in a black robe, decorated with black and grey swirls of smoke. If not for his eyes and complete unmoved demeanor, she would have believed it was a man.

"Your name" It took her a few seconds to remember he had asked for her name previously and she had been too shocked to even register it, let alone answer.

Vynessa" she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Mmmm... Vynessa" Vynessa stilled as she heard him repeat her name. He didn’t say her name, he tasted it. Tasted it with a voice that was like smoke, whiskey, and velvet. And Vynessa knew if he was human, he would make a lot of women melt into a large puddle with just his voice. She of all people was not averse to men with voices like that. He spoke like he was not in a rush to anywhere. It was slow, deliberate, like he was savoring every. single. word.

"Do you know the meaning of your name, Vynessa?" He asked. He spoke like he was reading poetry. Soft, yet commanding attention.

"No"

"Wine for a god....   Now isn't that something" He said mostly to himself.

Vynessa took the opportunity to rove her eyes all over him.

His hair was a crisp white mixed in with streaks of silver, falling down to the middle of his back. His face, there was no exaggeration, he was handsome.

Where all dark entities or demons like this? What happened to the folklore and scary stories? Maybe, this was a mask to lure in the stupid ones like her before pouncing on them with the might of the darkness he truly was.

His skin was healthy olive shade, his body was built and bulked, not in a chunky way, but it showed that he could not be pushed around. His gait and light body movements alone, showed such strength and comportment, it would a bad idea for anyone to take it into their head that they could fight him and win.

Vynessa took a look at his robe again. Was he wearing anything under that robe? Did demons wear trousers or was he just butt-naked under there.

    She sure hoped he couldn’t read her thoughts – now, that would be embarrassing.

"It is embarrassing. Your thoughts are leud, Vynessa. Very loud too"

Vynessa prayed the ground would open and swallow her up, but then again, she could just end up in his home.

As he took a small yet prowling step closer to her, Vynessa's body tensed even further.

“Your mind is a quagmire. A mess of dangerous thoughts and deeds. It's so dark, so dark and so beautiful” He proceeded to kneel before her and grab her chin with a little more force than she thought possible or even necessary.

"Why did you summon me, Vynessa Thorne?"

She was too engrossed, her mind going a hundred miles an hour to even ask him how he knew her full name.

"I want to die" she stated matter of factly.

"Mmmm... All that darkness, all that vengeance and anger, all of it, you used all of your self will, woke me up, just so I could kill you” sneered the demon “Do you feel empty inside, Vynessa? I mean, like, in your skull?”

Vynessa's brain turned off and on again. Wait, did he just...? He did didn't he?

"I'll rephrase my question" His voice. No one had a healthier dose of fear ingrained in them like Vynessa, but she could not not help but pause in appreciation of his gruff voice.

"Do you want to die or do you want other people to die, which is it? Remember, I can see your thoughts" he said still holding on to her chin. He squatted in front of her and waited for her answer.

"I don't want to kill anyone-" Her eyes burned from the sting of the sulfur at such close proximity.

"I don't want to-"

"That wasn't my question, Vynessa. Do you want people to die, or do you want to die"

    It took a few seconds for her to realize she truly didn't want to die, or she would have done it herself all those times she had thought about it. She just did not want to be the way she was, at the bottom of the ladder, depressed, insulted and jeered at.

"What I have isn't a life. It's a prison. A prison inside my head where I cannot get out. It's dark, and everyone who could have helped me abandoned me" Vynessa said, surprised that her voice stayed still enough to speak.

"So, if I decided by my benevolence to meth out punishments to everyone who had failed you- hurt you. If I decided to take back everything they took from you, to pull you back from the bottom of the ladder and make you everyone's nightmare, establish you, what would you do for me in return" he was looking deep into her eyes as he spoke.

He was so close, so close to her that she could smell the sulfur and midnight rain on his breath.

It was all so sensual, so intense. She could not look away.

"What-what do you want?" She asked even though something within her rang wildly, like a warning bell. Telling her to stop, to stop talking immediately.

"You" he said

And then suddenly she was in her bed, the now familiar darkness she always felt came at her from different angles, strings of darkness tied her legs and hands, a large impending shadow came at her, it seemed to swallow her whole. The weight of it was crushing her, making it hard to breathe, hard to think, hard to care. It was a familiar feeling, one that had become a constant companion over the past year, but she didn't understand any of it. Was this real? Was she stuck in her mind again?

And then just like that, she was back, kneeling in front of him, his eyes still staring into hers.

"That darkness within you, it calls me. You didn't call me, it did. Give it to me, and you can take everything you desire"

"How do I give you something I can't even touch, I don't want it, but I don't know how to separate myself from it"  Vynessa didn't understand whatever he was saying, but if he could truly take it away, it was all his.

"Do you agree to give yourself to me in exchange for your revenge?" His eyes flashed red as she spoke.

"Uhm... "

"You and the darkness within you are merged so tightly, its difficult to see you separately.

You are your darkness, wine for a god. But I can separate you from it, I can take it away." He said. His red eyes bleeding to back and then to gold.

Vynessa looked on transfixed, forgetting how to speak, how to breathe, how to--

"Say it. No second guessing now. You're almost there" he coerced.

"Yes"

"Mmmm. Say that again. Louder, Vynessa"

"Yes. I'll give you what you want, just fix it! Take whatever you want, just fix it! Fix everything!!" She yelled in his face, as a lone tear slid down her face.

He caught it with his thumb and took said thumb straight into his mouth, licking it.

"Mmm. And you mean it too. How delightful"

Vynessa visibly cringed as she watched him.

"We're going to have a lot of fun, Vynessa Thorne"