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"All Vynessa could think was, 'This demon must be crazy!' Never in her life had she ever been called a demon. She looked at herself again. She was so plain, it was laughable. She-demon? Her? Do demons do drugs? "I knew you weren't supposed to be here in the first place. You've got the wrong person" Vynessa said finally. She didn't even care for his mistake. She just needed him gone already. Azaziel narrowed his eyes at Khaos. “Just why would you concern yourself with my anchor?” He was so composed, it was chilling. Vynessa actually felt the room temperature lower. “Anchor? Now brother, you will be putting me in a difficult position” Khaos said, but he did not look a tiny bit uncomfortable. "Brother?" Vynessa said without hearing herself. "Yes, Vynessa. Brother" Khaos said, looking directly at her. She took the time to look at him thoroughly. He looked nothing like Azaziel.Where Azaziel's hair was pure, pristine white, Khaos was midnight black. His eyes bled pure black where Azaz
The next morning, Vynesss woke up sore and alone. She was excited. More than excited! She was not fully claimed and anchored to Azaziel. And yet, the nagging feeling that something was wrong did not leave her. She could not tell what was going on with him since he turned into a blank book whenever she asked him. She knew and understood he was protecting her, but she was his anchor now. Keeping secrets did not help anyone, and it did not get easier or help calm her nerves in any way. Deciding to try and forget it, and look up to the future good things, Vynessa chose to walk around the large house instead. She had not gotten a chance to explore the house the night before, so she grabbed the black dress shirt Azaziel had worn the day before and put in on. It still smelled of him. She was just about to close her eyes and breathe him in, when she noticed something shiny sticking out from under the bed. Fuck! Last night had been wild, she knew she had lost her earring when he'd had
"Hell no no no no"Azaziel advanced on her quickly, before she could react further. She squealed as Azaziel picked her up, hanging both her thighs on his hips while staring at her face wild with shock. “Be mine, Vynessa" He said, his voice husky and deep. "What do you mean? I'm already yours. Oh my God, Azaziel, you have wings""Language" He said and looked at her, but her eyes were glued to the space behind his head."Vynessa, concentrate""It's very hard to concentrate when they are large leather wings sticking out of your back, Azaziel. They're very distracting. In fact, they are all I can see. How have I never seen these before? Are they heavy? Wait, can I touch them? Do they hurt? Will they... "Azaziel crashed his mouth to hers forcefully, effectively silencing her. "There. Stay quietly, Vynessa darling" he growled. His lips still hovering above hers. Vynessa pouted, eyes dilated, but stayed still, she stayed silent. "You're my anchor, Vynessa, but until we bond and gain th
Vynessa could barely tell up from down when she was with him. He kissed her like it was his aim to erase. Like it was his aim to wash her clean from all her pasts and everything that came with it. He kissed her like he was a solid rock behind her and yet, a deep well of looming waters. Vynessa let herself go. Allowing herself to swim and drown within him. She pushed thoughts of her parents and the deep hurt she still felt aside. She would bring it back later and wallow in the pain, but for now, she was with him... But even as she kissed him, something felt off. "Is everything okay? You're distracted" Vynessa finally said, pulling away from Azaziel's arms to search his face. "You should be worrying about yourself, right now, little one. I plan to devour you tonight" Azaziel said and moved in to kiss her again, but she pulled away further. "Something's wrong, isn't it? You're deflecting again," Vynessa said, and he confirmed her suspicion by turning his head away and starting the
Not for the first time in her life, but for the glaring situation in front of her at the moment, it hit Vynessa how truly, truly alone she was. Her father wanted nothing to do with her except as a puppet he could control and parade around to his whims. She had always wondered if they ever found themselves in a situation like this, which would he pick. She wasn't surprised, after all even during their divorce, no one claimed her. And she always wondered why. Vynessa had seen videos of court vases we're both parents would fight tooth and nail to be the one to raise the child. Why wasn't her family like that? She remembered being snubbed again and again when she'd been a little girl, remembered how early on she'd promised herself to never allow anyone to snub her again, how quickly she had hardened herself. A string of nannies had raised her, women who'd never stayed long enough for her to form a bond with them, and by the time she'd hit adolescence, she'd been craving any form
Parties where not really Vynessa's thing anymore. But as she walked into the building where the gala was holding, she could feel a tiny bit of the joy she used to feel before when she usually attended. The business party was held in a large hall, with large tables filling the place surrounded by chairs and people sitting around their friends and business partners. It was the kind of thing her father would like. Perfect for him and the exterior he had built for himself over the years and expected everyone to believe. And by the looks of things, people believed. Swallowing the illusion her father had created hook line and sinker. Her mother on the other hand... Vynessa heard her before she saw her. Vynessa's mother stumbled towards her, already tipsy from the free champagne going around at the party. Behind her were two of her friends. "Oh look who's here. My poor darling daughter. You showed up even though you really hate this things. Don't you, Nessa dear?"Before Vynessa could e