Deep Cherry Red

As I walk beside Mirabelle, I cannot help but feel that I have accomplished a victory. Well, the fact just remains that the Devil’s son shall get what he wants. No matter if it is my given right, I shall still take it for myself.

So it is here where I need to remind myself that the longer I stay in Mirabelle’s presence, the more I will corrupt her soul. Yes, my father shall demand that I take it if he ever has to find out. Now that is only if I take this awkward feeling and explore it for myself. I can seal her fate to an eternity in Hell. She need not even to have sinned, just being in my mere presence will seal her fate.

Do I truly care for what happens to her after I have accomplished what I want to get? To be honest with myself, I do not.

I know that at some point that my true nature will set in, and once that happens, there is really no turning back. And this is where I find myself following such a delicate creature, not knowing what my true intention is.

Perhaps the humans are too trusting of each other, and I can say that it is the downfall of many who find themselves in the City of Darkness. I think, yet, I know, that I will be Mirabelle’s downfall.

But that is not what I wish to think of as I am taking this slow stroll next to her, where nothing but her scent fills my nostrils. What I have not noticed is that she has caught me staring at her for but a fraction too long.

It is with a soft heavenly voice that she speaks to me, “You do know that it is rude to stare, Damien.”

“Well, it is rude not to share something as beautiful and inviting.”

I listen to her as she softly chuckles at my stupid comment, “You say that I am inviting?”

“Mirabelle, your beauty is a pleasure on the eyes. One cannot help but take all of it.”

My words render her speechless for but just a moment. And as those cherry lips pout as it forms a smile, my entire body loses control.

“Mirabelle.” I stop and pull her closer to the doorway of the room in her hotel where we have just arrived.

“Damien, what are you doing?”

The animal inside me awakens; I have a need to feed the sin that I desire, and right now, all I want is to touch those delicate and yet so inviting, deep cherry lips.

So I render her helpless; as I push her against the door, taking her wrist in my hands, I can feel the rush surge through my body. Then ever so slowly, I move inch by inch closer, breath by breath moving until the tip of my thumb rest very gently on her soft lips.

I hear as she gasps; her heart is starting to pound louder and harder in her chest. Her chest rises and falls as she is completely unable to form a single word. The effect that I have on her body is building a hunger; if I do not pull away now, I will reveal who I am to her as I am about to drop into an abyss where I have no control.

It is then that I don’t listen to my own foolish voice in my head. I glide my thumb from one corner to the other, slowly parting her lips as I move. A soft growl escapes my very own trembling lips. As I close my eyes and take in the sensation, my eyes turn blood-shot red. Knowing that I have woken my inner demon, I slowly move away.

I look down at my feet and whisper to her gently, “I am so sorry, Mirabelle. I do not know what came over me.”

She stands there speechless, still trying to catch her breath, then after about a minute, she finally speaks, “I must go. Perhaps I will see you tomorrow?”

There is a smile that starts to consume my entire face as I listen to her words, then confidently I answer, “I am sure you will see me at the park.”

And with that, I only notice that I still have her firmly pressed against the door. With what can only be described as reluctance, I slowly let go and watch as she disappears down the hallway until she is completely out of sight.

Just as I am about to enter the room where is shall sit the entire night in darkness, I hear a familiar voice calling…it is my father. I must make my way to Hell at once. So I peak down the hallway to see if Mirabelle is perhaps still around. When I am confident that she is no longer around, I make my way outside and take the half-hour walk down to the cemetery.

With my luck, it has started raining; I can smell the wet tar as it fills the air. The raindrops are making a pitter-patter as it drops onto the road. My coat is getting drenched, the air is turning colder, yet the fire in my heart is still boiling as I have Mirabelle in my head.

After treading through the muddy cemetery, I find the gates; slowly, I slip my key in the lock and listen as it clicks open. As I swing the doors open, I take in the sweet smell of home. Locking the gate firmly, I wander my way down the passageways to find my father. He is surprisingly walking about between the rooms of Hell tonight.

I find him far down the east side, where he is having a chuckle at some poor soul that is stuck in a loop of torture, and by the expression on his face, I know that he has just increased the intensity of the pain the human is finding himself.

As he sees me come up to him, he grows a rather concerned face, “Damien, I have been calling the whole day.” His voice turns to anger, “Why have you not answered?”

“Father, I have been searching for the demon.”

“You are not searching hard enough. Have you not read their papers?”

I look at him surprised; of course, I read the paper, well not really, for I was too busy staring at Mirabelle. But since lying is my second nature, I only shake my head, “No, I have not yet. Is there a problem?”

“Yes.” He snaps back at me in total fury. “Our spawn has killed seven in the past two days. What have you been doing that you are not able to find him?”

“Father, the city is not as small as you think.”

“Do not get that tone with me, Damien. You will go to the place they found the last dead and move forward from there. You shall be able to pick up his scent.”

“But father, I…”

“You what? Damien, I am giving you a warning. Do not get attached to these humans. You know the consequences.”

I stop for a moment before I raise my voice to speak above his that is rumbling down the hallways, “What I was going to say, father, is that I agree. I will go there at once and see what I can find.”

With that, I spin on my heels and make my way back to the gates that shall lead me back. I do not wish to go to find this demon. I have far greater things that I wish to keep myself busy with tonight. Yet, if I do what I am acquired tonight, then tomorrow, I can spend the day with Mirabelle in the park.

Now, that just sounds completely wrong. I am the Devil’s son; why am I spending my time in a park, hoping to be able to touch a woman that I have become, well, let us say I am attracted to how she makes me feel. I want to explore it, and my father is in the way. Why do I not just take her? Who cares about some demon that is chewing the flesh of the humans in the city?

But I need to remind myself of who I am.

So I find my way through the still buzzing streets of the city to the very last place where the demon has taken a human. It takes me only but a block away from the park, down an alley, close to some rather big green rubbish bin.

As I stick my head around the corner, there in front of me still lies some of the remains that the demon has fed off recently. For one brief moment, I feel my body cringe as I still cannot understand why my father made them with the craving for human flesh.

I then bend downwards, but as I come to rise again, I hear a scuffle from behind me.