Chapter 15
I've been drifting on and off for the past…, well I don't know but it feels like forever.
I was laying on my back, so I tried to stand up but I couldn't.
I realised that I was paralysed from my shoulder downward because I can still move my head around.
"Stop squirming, you won't come free if the spell doesn't break, which it will do in ten years". A voice startled me.
I screamed out of terror,"Ten years?".
He just looked at me quietly but didn't say anything regarding the time he just gave me.
"Before that, let's talk. Also don't misunderstand, I wasn't the one that took you and brought you here, I merely stole you from your captor, so if you don't behave I will just hand you back to him, easy". His black eyes pierced directly into my mine.
Hah, so reassuring!
This person has saved me, he probably doesn't have good intentions but I think I prefer here to wherever I was before.
I took a proper look at him. There were scars and faded marks all over his skin. Under his eyes were enormous and darkened bags. His face looks permanently swollen and if not because of his round squishy face, it would have looked really bad.
He was a small guy of about five point ft. With black hair and equally black eyes that have totally lost its light. He's adorable and cute but the way his eyes and body moves like they have a story to tell except the scars already told the stories the body is carrying, stories that the eyes are hiding.
I glanced away suddenly feeling sorry for him.
Something tugged at me reminding me that I don't feel that hot or thirsty, what's going on?
"The spell, so you can't ask me to undo it unless you are prepared to die from overheating". He said aloud, answering a question I had asked myself, I hadn't even spoken it out loud.
A realisation hit me and my eyes widened,"Do you read minds?".
He rolled his eyes at my exaggerated astonishment,"I can hear your thoughts loudly. I don't read them, they filter to me on their own which means I don't have access to every thought, only the ones that filtered to me, mostly questions".
"What is your name?". I asked curiously.
"Not important, what is important now is how to plan your escape". He stated, his face stoic.
"My escape? Who said I want to escape?".
He widened his eyes, probably thinking I'm crazy, hell even I think I'm crazy. The overheating has probably melted my brain.
"Well since I'm here, let's meet the King of Hell himself, I hope he accepts gay people because there's this breathtaking guy I'm so gay for". I laughed loudly, the sound hysterical to my own ears.
His mouth twitched,"If you meet him, you're as good as dead".
So it's truly real. My abductor hadn't been bluffing when he said I was in hell. So does that mean I'm dead?
There's a general belief that hell only exists in the afterlife, so if I'm here it can only mean I'm already dead.
How else am I going to die again if I meet him? And how exactly is he planning a dead person's escape?
"Do you really want to die?".
He tilted his head in confusion, looking really really adorable.
"I don't care, it's not like I'm living for anyone or anything". I shrugged nonchalantly but then Lust's purple eyes flashed across my inner mind with so much intensity that I jerked forward with the force of it.
"Your eyes are bleeding". My saviour?, noted. I don't know how to address him since he's keeping his name to himself.
I confirmed it and wondered why.
"Someone is thinking of you". The saviour revealed.
I scoffed,"Why do I have to bleed because of it?".
He smiled slightly, just a slight tug of his lips,"He's trying not to".
"So he's fighting it". Good for him. Here I am consumed by the thought of him while he's trying to erase any of mine and I'm still the one that got hurt.
The saviour's smile vanished and his expression became serious,"Let's leave now".
I chuckled,"Why the hurry? Aren't you going to give me a tour? I'm not eager to leave, you can leave if you want to".
He gritted his teeth.
Great, I'm getting on his nerves.
"If we don't go now, he will trace you and Lucifer will know". He gritted out probably already regretting trying to help me escape.
I stared at him in confusion,"Who will trace me?".
He opened his mouth but closed it back.
A secret?
Cool.
More reason to not leave yet.
Besides,"Didn't you say the spell will take ten years to break?". Or was he pulling my legs?
He just stared at him in contempt wondering why this mortal would think that he's playing jokes with 'Diversion', one of his strongest spells and an exquisite spell for that matter.
"I can forcefully break it". He assured me while sitting down crosslegged.
I shook my head frantically,"No, it will have a backlash and I don't want that to happen".
He looked at me deeply before shaking his head,"Don't worry".
I observed him for a while,"Why are you helping me?".
It's an honest question, I don't know him before and I'm very certain we have never met either but why's he going out of his way just to help me?
Even going as far as hurting himself in the process.
Did someone ask him to do it? That's the only reason I could come up with.
Who?
Lust?
No, there's no way they know each other. It's pretty obvious that this guy here is a demon from hell and Samiel is just a mortal with an unusual name and powers.
The guy exhaled before answering,"I'm atoning for a friend's sin".