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         His forest green irises sparked with a strange flare, that could send a mortal being kneeling at his feet, and his body was built a bit more sinewy, skin was a bit tanned, smudged with coal powder from presumably working in the mines. It was an unsettling sight. A guard banged on the cell's iron bars, before sliding opening it and walking in with a middle aged man, who wielded a sword on the left side of his silver belt. The weapon's sheath was adorned with fine emeralds that glimmered in the dim room. Their voices seemed to blur as their words entered my ears, but I managed to make out some that flowed in the air. "A French spy, why am I not surprised?" the general chuckled fixing his slightly waving hair with his white, gloved hands. "Your name was what again? Ah! Louis was it?"

Satan launched himself at the general, but the chains strapped to his hands and ankles held him back, before getting punched down to the ground."He is a feisty one Sir Wellesly," the soldier, who opened the door spoke, grabbing Satan by his blond hair and lifting the French boy's face up.

"Tell me Louis, what type of death do you want to leave this world with?" the duke smiled a bit, before giving the soldier a small wave.

The man holding Satan nodded, and pulled out something from his belt. I took a few steps closer to see what the dark, tangled substance he held in his hand. . . It was a whip. From what I could see, it was crafted out of razor-sharp scraps of metal and heavy, braided leather. "Let's see what those starving French sticks think, when I send back the head of a young spy like you," the duke chuckled, and the soldier dropped his grip on Satan's skull, and walked behind him. The chains slowly dragged his body back against the wall, that even his feet barely grazed the surface of the blood stained floor. "Killing me will only make me reunite with my parents and sister once and for all," Satan cheaply smiled, before adding." Though I assure you will regret taking the lives of the people, who fall under your sword."

The whip came down, and my vision fell into the inky black world once again, as Satan's screams drowned my ears. I tried gasping for a breath, but my body-burned more at my attempt.

"I will make sure you burn in hell.
You will die.
I will kill you."

I saw a medieval axe fall; saw blood splatter over the dirt floor; cheers of people mixed with the sound of the wind whistling , and the taste of despair in the air sent a bitter feeling-filling me up. His voice . . . His screams . . . They repeatedly played in my head. Anger . . . Pain . . . Unfairness . . . Is this what triggers humans towards insanity? Madness drives them into the abyss. Was he reincarnated as a demon . . . Because of his past?

Then I heard his voice again . . . Only that this time, it was darker . . .

Dangerously Calm . . .

And secretly enjoying the moment. . .

" Eighty-three, that's a big number duke . . . As promised, I came back to be the one to end your life span. . . Hope you love going to Hell as much as I did."

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A gasp left me lips, and I found myself opening my eyes to the face of a young blond boy. I sat up, and took in what I had just seen. "What happened? Where are we?" My words shivered slightly, as Luke held my trembling hands to sooth away my rapidly beating heart.

" After you passed out, Alvad carried you back here, the House of Lamination. Simeon said you would wake up when the poison's effects fade in a week, but it has only been two days . . ."Luke's voice faded, as my focus shifted to the familiar-figure standing at the room's entrance door, with a sour expression.

Just what I need . . . A demon to make-me feel even more sick in the gut. "What does he want? " I narrowed sky eyes at Lucifer, and reached out for my daggers . . . But they were obviously not there. The demon sighed and pulled out two familiar, silver blades from under his black coat, that heavily-hung on his shoulders, "Looking for these?"

I tried leaving the round-red bed, that was decorated with black and crimson, heart shaped pillows, along with pitch black, silk-sheets, but failed. My legs were like jelly, and I instantly fell onto my bandaged knees. Luke clumsily helped me back into the bed, a small scoff slipping from me, out of irritation of my helpless state. I could not do much battling against a nāga and her pit of overly large snakes, and here I was in too much of a shock from a nightmare to stand up. Goosebumps pricked the surface of my skin at the memory of what happened in the basilisk's cave. " My guess is you're not here to give me those back, " I spoke, pointing to my daggers. "What you want?"

"To apologize on Lord Diavolo's behalf," he answered calmly, his deep voice echoing a bit in the hollow room, that had only a fireplace and the bed I lay on. " Lord Diavolo was aware of Kadita Pythonkia's presence in the area, and sent you there thinking it would not be much trouble for you."

Liar. These demons were mocking me and are desperate to specify me as a beast warrior. I wanted to tear that unemotional expression on his face and abolish his soul from existence. Instead of burying him with accusations, all was silent. He turned around to leave, and that was when I took sight of a smirk tugging the edge of his lips. " Maybe it's not only the shadow souls, who are going to get me vanquished from this world, " I chuckled awkwardly, once the demon was gone, but Luke only sat silently next to me, and studied me with concern. " Honestly . . . I don't know what to do anymore."

The angel nodded, his eyes getting a bit glossy as he held back his tears. "Yuna. . . What if you really are a beast warrior?! Can't you awaken and go back to the Human Realm?!" he sniffs and hiccups shivered as he protectively jumped, and pulled me into a tight, bear hug.

His puffy hat fell, and his blond hair acted as a cushion under my chin. It was like hugging a plush, only that Luke did most of the hugging, but who would blame him. He was just a boy. I gently placed my hands on his shoulder, and formed a small distance between us. A weak smile made its way to my lips as I wiped away the angel's tears. " You might be right Luke, but neither of us knows what will happen once I do awaken," Luke nodded in understanding, before giving me a sorrowful-smile.

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The afternoon, sun kissed sky gave me all the comfort I needed as I sat at the room's bay windows. Luke had left in the morning to go to RAD, leaving me to lay in my luxury bed all day. Lately I have spent my time trying to ignite flames at the tips of my fingers, or sleeping.

"You look quite bored, Yuna," I flinched, and looked back at Satan, who stood at the room's door in his casual attire with a shopping bag in hand. "Simeon told me to give you these, since your clothes look pretty . . . Worn out."

I blushed in embarrassment, and took the bag, not daring to look him in the eyes, before retreating to the bedroom's-bathroom with a bitter, "Thanks." I left him standing in the room by himself, but he did not seem to mind-much my bitterness.

There is no denying I am a beast warrior . . . The shadow-souls said so. "There has to be a way for me to awaken it and control it," I sighed and pulled out the clothes in the bag.

It contained a white blouse, that had a cute, loose, red-ribbion directly under the collar. My hand made its way to the pastel, crimson-red jeans and pure, white shoes. They were definitely more stylish than my previous clothes, but it did not matter-much to me. "Yuna," I heard a light knock on the bathroom door," would you mind having a chat once your done changing?"

I could not help, but feel a bit suspicious about what the demon wanted to talk about, as I wanted to avoid him after witnessing his last few memories. I stayed silent, and turned my attention to the mirror over the sink . . . My hand running over the curse mark on my neck, over my shoulder, and down my collar bone. Taking off my old torn and dusted shirt, it became clearer. The black snake had ran down front the nap of my neck, and was now stretching down my back hissing against my touch. " Now when will you disappear," I pouted and squeezed myself into the red jeans that were bought for me.

The clothes suited me quite well, and were really comfortable. Taking one last look in the mirror, I stepped out of the bathroom, only to take notice of Satan sitting next the wooden, chestnut, bay windows. "Your still here?" it sounded more like me complaining than asking.

The demon smiled cheaply, before standing up, and making his way towards me. "They suit you more than those plain rages," he complimented, which I found odd coming from him. " I didn't know about Diavolo and Lucifer's plan on sending you against Kadita. . ."

"So you want me to believe that you cared for me?" His eyes seemed to widen at my words, before shifting to a mellow expression.

"Don't tell anyone I did this, " he sighed, glancing to the bedroom's door, before pulling out my two and only daggers. "DON'T tell Lucifer."

"And so what if I care a little?" he teased, locking his eyes with mine, his green irises yearning for something not in my possession.

I tried taking a step back, but it was then I realized my back was pressed against the bathroom's door. " What do you want? Why are you even still here?" but he ignored my words, and inched closer to me, until his lips were a small distance from mine.

He wrapped an-arm around my waist and pulled me closer to him. "May I?" He waited for my permission, his thumb running over my lower lip, but I was busy-being torn whether to reply or stab him in the gut.

I took the dagger from his-hand and wrapped my arms around his neck, making it look like a temptation. Part of me was itching to stab the nap of his neck. He smirked. "Yuna, your a beast warrior-whether you accept it or not . . . " regret washed over his face, as he pulled me into a tight hug."I wouldn't be surprised if you try stabbing me in the back."

How does he?? He was right . . . I was wrong. That's why I never gained control over the fire magic . . . I had to be true to myself. His hands lowered my arms, and placed the daggers back in their sheath on my belt. I swallowed and took a deep breath. The demon chuckled half-heartedly, before stepping away and reaching out for my curse mark; caressing it. "You were a French spy during the Napoleonic Wars, and executed in Britain after they exposed your identity. Your family died out of starvation, before you became a spy, and after dying you pulled the Duke of Weillington to Hell when he turned eighty-three and tortured his soul, until it withered away. . . Your anger and revenge was just like Lucifer's that's why you were born out of his wrath. You died in vain . . . Because you lost everything you ever loved in that war," Satan stared at me in shock and helplessly tried to crack a smile. " You . . ."

His hand found itself over my mouth. "How?" He said with curiosity swimming in his eyes.

"The awakening . . . It must be getting close," I bumped my head back against the door." I might have to break my contract with Luke if that happens and go back to the Human Realm. . . I don't really know."

"Does it make you feel better that I was a human, and not an angel like the rest of my brothers? " he asked, removing his hand from my neck, and running it through my dark brown hair.

" Not really, but you still chose to be a demon, after being offered a chance of revenge. Satan. . . I can't give you what you want from me," every word coming out of my mind poured a bitter taste through my mouth.

His jaw clenched, and his eyes drowned into the sorrow of a broken heart. " Not surprised to hear that. . . Especially from you. I will make you fall for me Yuna, " with a downcast smile, he let go of me slowly, before walking away and out of the room.

I took a breath and closed my eyes for a second, before looking back at the bay windows again and the honey colored sky. A pure, white butterfly flew past me, and through the glass, before vanishing into the horizon. My soul has to say loyal to the heavens . . . Even if I had to tear my soul apart.

"Louis . . . That was his name . . . The human, who did not fear following his emotions . . . Satan the demon, who is sly and hides his true self behind . . . a smiling mask."

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"They were both the same person, with slight different views . . . And slight different personalities."

Could I possibly feel any emotion towards him?

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