THREE.

"What exactly do you want from me Luce?" Sonny glared in the evil angels direction wishing.

If only I could kill him!!!

"Careful what you wish for little sinner. It might just come true." the evil angel replied shutting down her malicious thoughts.

Away from school, he had taken her into his lair on earth. Meaning she was missing her classes and her stepmother Gertrude, who was also her teacher whose class she was presently missing was going to kill her. And Paul, her step father wasn't going to do anything to save her.

"OK! there's gotta be a reason for which you brought me..." she threw a nasty glance at the environment, "-here!"

"Those are some pretty nice tattoos you got on there, little sinner! Where did you get them? Cause I will love to get me some like those..." the evil angel spoke looking viciously at the exposed skin under the sleeves of her shirt. He was now in casual black jeans and sleeveless shirts exposing his well toned and muscled tattooed arms. Unlike the plain lines on Sonny's skin, his arms were covered in skull tattoos, upside down crosses, dragons, weird scary and creepy things that will scare you in broad daylight.

"And where exactly will you put it?" She said rolling her eyes right up to the back of her head.

For a girl who just met the King of hell, she seemed pretty calm around him. Like she had known him for a long time or he was just a normal looking stranger.

That was because growing up, Sonny had been taught and treated as not normal. She was told so countless times and she had started seeing it for herself when at the age of thirteen, the oddly shaped birth mark that stood in the middle of her lower back extended in stray lines all over her upper body. That was when she lost her sense of fashion and oversized hoodies, long sleeve shirts and everything unfashionable became her favourites clothing.

"OK Luce whatever the rest of your name is, I really need to be back in campus and give my step-monster a silly excuse as to why I'm missing her unbearably boring class. So get along with it. What do you want from me?"

"What you should be asking is what do you- need from me?" He twirled a strand of her hair, sniffing it as he moved himself around her pose.

"And what could I ever possible 'need'..." she said making air quotes, "...from you."

"Oh you poor, poor and very naïve little sinner..." she inhaledp deeply as the sound of the name sent shivers creeping up her spine. Since she'd started hearing him calling her that, she had started feeling very uneasy about the name and wished he would stop but he didn't.

"Why do you keep calling me 'little sinner', my name is..." before she could breath the last few remaining words of her sentence, she was slammed against the wall, with dark red eyes like clothed blood digging into her soul. His voice echoing through the emptiness of the place,

"...Oh but I know very well who you are!!! It is sickening and very pitiful..." he fanned his hot breath on her neck, grazing her skin as he savoured the power that was locked inside that ugly shirt, "...how such power, could be locked inside a mediocre little sinner!!! You are as we all are... just sinners!"

A rogue tear raced down her pale white cheeks, evidence of the fright that filled her subconscious. But she still had the courage to talk,

"What do you want from me?"

"I only want for you, what you want too- what you crave for, what you are dying to have...I want you to unleash the power within. I want you to be free of every restraints..." his voice slowly getting an octave down and huskier! And oh! so very freaky, "...I want you to feel all the power that reside within you. For your name is Argamas!!! The first descendant of Anak! The first seed of the Nephilim!!!" he roared. Lightening stroke across the dark grey skies that stood in sight from the circular window at the sound of his voice.

His mood suddenly snapped from powerful to corky as he moved away from her, releasing his prey. He stared at her from the side, "Take it off!"

He ordered.

"Take what off?" she answered grimly taking a step back. Just out of precaution.

"That ugly shirt..." the evil angel pinched the bridge of his nose, scrunching it up at the same time. "...I need to see your tattoos in full and plus it's making me feel almost bad for all those who have had to not see what hides beneath them. So take it off."

"I can't. I can not let the likes of you see me naked, so turn around first."

"Oh you little sinner, I have seen parts of you that not even you have seen before now, take it off." the evil angel said again gritting from his fangs.

Sonny took off her shirt and was left in her black sports bra. Now the lines that covered her skin were fully visibly and glorious to look at. Anyone who knew not that this were natural to her would think they were the coolest tattoos ever. The way they were design around her torso, stretching from that triangular mark at the center of her back. They were a dark blue colour and were connected by triangular dots, where her joints met like on her upper elbow and shoulders. They ran up horizontally from her wrist to mid her back and covered her rib sides and part of her belly.

"How glorious!!!" the evil angel said walking in circles around the girl. "Now, to open them up," he gave her a mischievous grin before blowing her out. She crashed through the window and was going to fall to her death...

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