Lucifer made his way back into his throne room, and sat upon his throne kicking a servant out of his way. He looked around. "I wonder what is going on with Jezzel, and Demyx. They better have things fixed soon." he thought feeling annoyed.
Lucifer leaned his head back against the top of his throne, and cleared his mind of everything. "I need a break from this." he groaned out. His mind wondering through what he enjoyed the most. He snapped his head up.
"You!" he growled pointing at one of the lowly broken servants.
The servant looked up at him with a scared look, but walked slowly over to him trembling. "Yes master."
"Go to Demyx, and tell him that I am going on a trip, he has till I return to mend this issue with Jezzel. When I return, if he has not finished this, then I will finish him."
"Yes master." he said bowing again, and turned to walk out the door.
Lucifer smiled to himself as he thought about the trip he would take, and then he stood, and started out his door ignoring the cries, and pleas for forgiveness, and saviour as he walked by the destroyed bodies.
Demyx's shadow appeared in the gloomy hallways, he walked briskly towards Jezzel's bedroom. The dark torched hallways were empty but Demyx still felt insecure and nervous, he couldn't stop thinking that Jezzel's life is on the edge however he assured himself that Elabeth would succeed. Finally he stopped in front of Jezzel's door, this is it he thought and looked over his shoulders to see Elabeth's reaction who followed him all the way from Rome. "I'll wait outside... my fate is in your hands" he conceded thoughtfully while stepping aside and motioning his hands for Elabeth to make way inside the room.
“No, I’d rather you’d come in…. you know, just in case…” Elabeth added in undertone as she strayed her gaze from the door in front of her to look into Demyx’s eyes. Then without waiting for his answer she opened the door and entered the room. With heavy steps she walked towards the bed and her eyes fell on the shattered form of the demon in front of her. At other times and in other places she would have felt pity for this creature but now she felt only cold indifference and only her promise to Demyx made her reach out her hand and touch Jezzel’s skin. She could feel Demyx’s eyes upon her as she sat beside the bed and started to hum tentatively. Suddenly Elabeth stopped and abruptly said to Demyx, “You never mentioned that she is a shape shifter.” “This going to take much longer than I thought,” ,” she said to herself, “but don’t worry...” she said noticing Demyx’s nervousness, “she is badly injured, on the brink of death but she hasn’t yet started to fade away”. With that Elabeth gave herself to her singing and let her power burst forth tracing Jezzel’s aura, falling on the demon’s body like a cloud. Elabeth’s singing changed like the wind falling and rising, beating with Jezzel’s heart. Elabeth no longer felt anything; she was lost in Jezzel’s soul lending her, her strength. After what seemed ages Elabeth changed her singing slowly into humming just as Jezzel’s heart beat was becoming more regular and her breathing less ragged. Elabeth opened her eyes watching the wounds on Jezzel’s body heal in front of her eyes. Then knowing that Jezzel was out of danger and would recover her strength in a few days, she rose and sang the final note, then quickly walked away from the bed before Jezzel would recover her consciousness. She walked by Demyx and stopped for a second to look him in the eye, then walked out of the door.
Demyx, who stood in the doorway staring at Elabeth's back, watched in amusement. He kept tapping his fingers on the door, he was nervous at the fact that Elabeth had to see and even be involved in such a mess but hearing her sing reassured his heart for a brief moment. Than when Elabeth finished her task, he was unsure on what to do next.
"I owe you one" he nodded to Elabeth while eyeing Jezzel. "So... do you want to go somewhere else..." he sounded irritated, "I don't want to look in her eyes when she opens them but she might still need to be looked after" he said scratching the back of his neck looking at the now healed Jezzel, noticing that she was now at rest with her eyes closed.
Jezzel heard some voices but they sounded hushed and in a distance. Her body was still aching all over but her breathing was regular once more. She tried to open her amber coloured eyes and she caught a glimpse of a tongue of fire dancing in some draft. She looked around her and recognized the dark satin sheets of her four poster bed. Using her right hand, Jezzel propped up against some pillows behind her back. Her teeth gritted as her head was about to split with pain.
Demyx closed the door immediately when he saw the slight movement Jezzel has made. "She has woken up, she'll be fine. I suppose we should leave" he said abruptly looking at the other side of the corridor. He was sure Jezzel wouldn't appreciate his presence near her when she comes to her senses, he has caused her enough trouble already, he didn't want to see all the bruises on her face and he didn't want to talk about it either. It was true that she was the first to attack but the way he defended himself was too rough, it made him angry rather than shameful because it made him remember how his father used to fight savagely.
Abadon was killed because he wasn't concentrated, he didn't use any strategy, he fought with madness and bloodlust. Demyx did the same when fighting Jezzel, he lost control over himself and went berserk. This wasn't his style, he always fought wisely and cautiously, for the first time in his life he was afraid of doing the same mistake as his father. But no he won't, next time he'll be careful, he'll learn from his mistakes, he must learn.
Jezzel saw the door closed but still heard some foot steps going away. Her cocky attitude had vanished from her pale, lean face. She pushed away the black covers as she got up from the bed. Even though every inch of her body was still hurting she managed to move in front of the full length mirror glass she had in her room. Her clothes were in shreds and but her white skin was fully healed. She felt still very weak but her wounds had closed, her broken bones were healed. Then she went to the wardrobe and changed into her bed clothes, a skimpy satin dress as she brushed her hair and putted up in a bun. Jezzel went back in her bed, as she covered her body with the bed sheets. As she took a deep breath, she closed her eyes and tried to rest.
"Let's get away from here" he told Elabeth, who stood behind him. "Maybe...maybe I should go tell Lucifer... that Jezzel is fine" he reasoned with himself,and maybe I should start doing something, make myself useful , he thought, lately these words have been hammering his mind every dreaded hour. "Are you sure you want to follow me?" he neither encouraged nor discouraged Elabeth.
“Follow you to where?” Elabeth asked guardedly trying with all her all might to keep her voice steadying and stopping her whole body from shaking. She wasn’t sure she could follow him anywhere, she felt her power ebbing and she barely had the strength to keep her bruises hidden. But she wasn’t so sure that she wanted to be left alone in the pits of hell especially now that she felt so powerless and defenceless.
"Lately I'm not collaborating with anyone...I'm not sure I can trust these demons" Demyx told her in a confessing tone and then he paused. He smiled at this irony and lifted his head upwards "I'm not sure I can even trust myself" he shook his head and closed his eyes as if in disbelief. “I've changed, all these new powers, this new appearance, these new surroundings... I have to let go of the past and start doing something" he explained to Elabeth while still looking away. "I think it's about time I'll go talk to Lucifer, you sure you want to come see him or do you prefer to stay here alone?" he finally looked straight at her his deep glint eyes reflecting uncertainty.
“Yes you‘re right it is time to let go of the past but tell me Xaladin what future is there?” Elabeth sighed and dropped her eyes from Demyx’s gaze. “I’m tired Xaladin…. This is one of the most dangerous places for me to be in especially now defenceless and helpless as I am”
"I think it is better to give in and start doing something to earn their trust, in times like these you can't afford to have enemies particularly if you are defenseless" Demyx reasoned with himself trying to make sense. "In any case I can't stick with anyone right now, not until I'm confident with Utrael and this whole curse" he said while the terror of remembrance knived through him.
"The first move is the hardest, I might join Lucifer's cause but I won't let anyone use me, I will go the way I want to" he adhered bluntly. Demyx gave his back to Elabeth and walked away slowly and silently.
Elabeth sighed, clenched her fists and followed Demyx bracing herself mentally for the encounter with Lucifer.
Lucifer leaned his head back against the top of his throne, and cleared his mind of everything. "I need a break from this." he groaned out. His mind wondering through what he enjoyed the most. He snapped his head up.
"You!" he growled pointing at one of the lowly broken servants.
The servant looked up at him with a scared look, but walked slowly over to him trembling. "Yes master."
"Go to Demyx, and tell him that I am going on a trip, he has till I return to mend this issue with Jezzel. When I return, if he has not finished this, then I will finish him."
"Yes master." he said bowing again, and turned to walk out the door.
Lucifer smiled to himself as he thought about the trip he would take, and then he stood, and started out his door ignoring the cries, and pleas for forgiveness, and saviour as he walked by the destroyed bodies.
Demyx's shadow appeared in the gloomy hallways, he walked briskly towards Jezzel's bedroom. The dark torched hallways were empty but Demyx still felt insecure and nervous, he couldn't stop thinking that Jezzel's life is on the edge however he assured himself that Elabeth would succeed. Finally he stopped in front of Jezzel's door, this is it he thought and looked over his shoulders to see Elabeth's reaction who followed him all the way from Rome. "I'll wait outside... my fate is in your hands" he conceded thoughtfully while stepping aside and motioning his hands for Elabeth to make way inside the room.
“No, I’d rather you’d come in…. you know, just in case…” Elabeth added in undertone as she strayed her gaze from the door in front of her to look into Demyx’s eyes. Then without waiting for his answer she opened the door and entered the room. With heavy steps she walked towards the bed and her eyes fell on the shattered form of the demon in front of her. At other times and in other places she would have felt pity for this creature but now she felt only cold indifference and only her promise to Demyx made her reach out her hand and touch Jezzel’s skin. She could feel Demyx’s eyes upon her as she sat beside the bed and started to hum tentatively. Suddenly Elabeth stopped and abruptly said to Demyx, “You never mentioned that she is a shape shifter.” “This going to take much longer than I thought,” ,” she said to herself, “but don’t worry...” she said noticing Demyx’s nervousness, “she is badly injured, on the brink of death but she hasn’t yet started to fade away”. With that Elabeth gave herself to her singing and let her power burst forth tracing Jezzel’s aura, falling on the demon’s body like a cloud. Elabeth’s singing changed like the wind falling and rising, beating with Jezzel’s heart. Elabeth no longer felt anything; she was lost in Jezzel’s soul lending her, her strength. After what seemed ages Elabeth changed her singing slowly into humming just as Jezzel’s heart beat was becoming more regular and her breathing less ragged. Elabeth opened her eyes watching the wounds on Jezzel’s body heal in front of her eyes. Then knowing that Jezzel was out of danger and would recover her strength in a few days, she rose and sang the final note, then quickly walked away from the bed before Jezzel would recover her consciousness. She walked by Demyx and stopped for a second to look him in the eye, then walked out of the door.
Demyx, who stood in the doorway staring at Elabeth's back, watched in amusement. He kept tapping his fingers on the door, he was nervous at the fact that Elabeth had to see and even be involved in such a mess but hearing her sing reassured his heart for a brief moment. Than when Elabeth finished her task, he was unsure on what to do next.
"I owe you one" he nodded to Elabeth while eyeing Jezzel. "So... do you want to go somewhere else..." he sounded irritated, "I don't want to look in her eyes when she opens them but she might still need to be looked after" he said scratching the back of his neck looking at the now healed Jezzel, noticing that she was now at rest with her eyes closed.
Jezzel heard some voices but they sounded hushed and in a distance. Her body was still aching all over but her breathing was regular once more. She tried to open her amber coloured eyes and she caught a glimpse of a tongue of fire dancing in some draft. She looked around her and recognized the dark satin sheets of her four poster bed. Using her right hand, Jezzel propped up against some pillows behind her back. Her teeth gritted as her head was about to split with pain.
Demyx closed the door immediately when he saw the slight movement Jezzel has made. "She has woken up, she'll be fine. I suppose we should leave" he said abruptly looking at the other side of the corridor. He was sure Jezzel wouldn't appreciate his presence near her when she comes to her senses, he has caused her enough trouble already, he didn't want to see all the bruises on her face and he didn't want to talk about it either. It was true that she was the first to attack but the way he defended himself was too rough, it made him angry rather than shameful because it made him remember how his father used to fight savagely.
Abadon was killed because he wasn't concentrated, he didn't use any strategy, he fought with madness and bloodlust. Demyx did the same when fighting Jezzel, he lost control over himself and went berserk. This wasn't his style, he always fought wisely and cautiously, for the first time in his life he was afraid of doing the same mistake as his father. But no he won't, next time he'll be careful, he'll learn from his mistakes, he must learn.
Jezzel saw the door closed but still heard some foot steps going away. Her cocky attitude had vanished from her pale, lean face. She pushed away the black covers as she got up from the bed. Even though every inch of her body was still hurting she managed to move in front of the full length mirror glass she had in her room. Her clothes were in shreds and but her white skin was fully healed. She felt still very weak but her wounds had closed, her broken bones were healed. Then she went to the wardrobe and changed into her bed clothes, a skimpy satin dress as she brushed her hair and putted up in a bun. Jezzel went back in her bed, as she covered her body with the bed sheets. As she took a deep breath, she closed her eyes and tried to rest.
"Let's get away from here" he told Elabeth, who stood behind him. "Maybe...maybe I should go tell Lucifer... that Jezzel is fine" he reasoned with himself,and maybe I should start doing something, make myself useful , he thought, lately these words have been hammering his mind every dreaded hour. "Are you sure you want to follow me?" he neither encouraged nor discouraged Elabeth.
“Follow you to where?” Elabeth asked guardedly trying with all her all might to keep her voice steadying and stopping her whole body from shaking. She wasn’t sure she could follow him anywhere, she felt her power ebbing and she barely had the strength to keep her bruises hidden. But she wasn’t so sure that she wanted to be left alone in the pits of hell especially now that she felt so powerless and defenceless.
"Lately I'm not collaborating with anyone...I'm not sure I can trust these demons" Demyx told her in a confessing tone and then he paused. He smiled at this irony and lifted his head upwards "I'm not sure I can even trust myself" he shook his head and closed his eyes as if in disbelief. “I've changed, all these new powers, this new appearance, these new surroundings... I have to let go of the past and start doing something" he explained to Elabeth while still looking away. "I think it's about time I'll go talk to Lucifer, you sure you want to come see him or do you prefer to stay here alone?" he finally looked straight at her his deep glint eyes reflecting uncertainty.
“Yes you‘re right it is time to let go of the past but tell me Xaladin what future is there?” Elabeth sighed and dropped her eyes from Demyx’s gaze. “I’m tired Xaladin…. This is one of the most dangerous places for me to be in especially now defenceless and helpless as I am”
"I think it is better to give in and start doing something to earn their trust, in times like these you can't afford to have enemies particularly if you are defenseless" Demyx reasoned with himself trying to make sense. "In any case I can't stick with anyone right now, not until I'm confident with Utrael and this whole curse" he said while the terror of remembrance knived through him.
"The first move is the hardest, I might join Lucifer's cause but I won't let anyone use me, I will go the way I want to" he adhered bluntly. Demyx gave his back to Elabeth and walked away slowly and silently.
Elabeth sighed, clenched her fists and followed Demyx bracing herself mentally for the encounter with Lucifer.
