Entering the room, I could see him clearly. A demon, a creature that only existed to corrupt the purity of man for its own wicked and selfish desires. I, an angel, don't enjoy meeting with such things on a day-to-day basis. However, as one of the "higher-up's" it's my duty to engage in such meetings in the the dark-underworld known to humans as Hell for the sake of my God and the well being of the souls in Heaven.
Depending on the situation, I meet with Demons sometimes in Heaven, and sometimes in the underworld. Of course, if anything were to go wrong, I have the ability to request assistance from other angels almost immediately. This time however, I was to meet with a familiar face. His name, Xolvuuth. Xolvuuth was quite interesting to deal with. Like most Demons, he hates angels. But I can't exactly tell if he has a soft-spot for me, or if he just enjoys emotionally manipulating me whenever he has the chance.
The room we were to meet in was a building in the focal-point of the city inside the underworld. A private room had been reserved for the two of us. A theme of dark ruby colors was present throughout the room. A long couch near the center facing a window covered in rain-drops. A kitchen near the right-side, and a bed with silk sheets on the far left.
And of course, Xolvuuth sat in the center of the room. Sitting on the couch, eyeing me expectantly. His body was anything but unimpressive. His skin blood-red, his body sculpted like a statue, a sharp jaw-line, jet-black hair; a single strand resting atop his forehead, with two protruding thorns between it, and his dark-brown almond eyes looking at mine; staring into my pure-heart.
He let out a polite smile, relaxing himself into the leather couch. "It's my favorite Sunday-school boy." He said, his leathery voice rough and coarse.
"Good eve, Xolvuuth." I said, sitting down an appropriate distance away from him.
"I betcha know a lot about Eve! Hahaa..." He joked, hitting me on my shoulder. I frowned, annoyed with his usual antics. "Well, I thought it was funny anyway..." He said, looking out the window.
"Champagne?" He asked, pouring some for himself inside a fresh wine glass.
"No thank you." I replied, putting a hand up.
"Yeah, well you're too young for that shit anyway." He said, laughing to himself a little.
I let out an exasperated breath, looking at him as Xolvuuth picked up the wine-glass, taking a small sip of the golden-colored Champagne from inside.
"I'll have you know I'm thousands of millennia old." I said back to him, closing my eyes in annoyance.
"What's the legal drinking age there again? Like fucking, 16 or 21 or something?"
"Xolvuuth..." I said again, this time with more emphasis.
"Alright, alright..." He said, setting the glass down. Putting his hands up. "I'm sorry, you're just so damn cute it's hard to resist fuckin'... messin' with you a little bit, I mean cut me some slack."
"I'm sure I could do a lot better than you." I said, staring at his eyes. He tilted his head, looking at me with intrigue. "Oh, I'm not too sure about that baby boy..." He replied, putting his arm around me, hanging it off my shoulder. I felt my cheeks grow warmer, could it be? Was I somehow being influenced by his demonic energy?
"Th-that's just ridiculous..." I said, looking away from him again. "You couldn't possibly be serious about something like that." I attempted to scoot away from him, but his strong arms kept me locked next to him.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk." He said, shaking his head. "I don't mess around with things like that, no-no-no."
I took in a breath, this time more forcefully. "This is a professional meeting---"
"Professional?!" He said, laughing, "Baby, the only thing I'm a "professional" in, is day-time drinking, being a fucking disaster, and thinking about you..." He said, a seductive smile creeping along his face.
"I wasn't born yesterday Caphriel," He said, this time more serious than before. "I can see it in those eyes of yours, you've wanted to just let go a little bit. Give into those sinful desires, let a real man keep you on a leash and make you beg for your lustful wishes to be granted to you..." He continued, taking in a breath.
"---and I can give you all of that and so... so much more."
He bent down, his lips grazing my ear, his voice lower, velvety and coarse. "I'll have you on your knees worshiping something else other than your God..."
I shutter from his breath resting on my face. A warm sensation creeping through my whole body like vines entangling and suffocating me. "Please..." I beg, "I can't, mustn't---"
"Shhh," he said, in a hushed tone. "Don't listen to that voice, listen to the other one. I can hear him now. The one telling you to submit to me, to give your mind, body and soul to me."
And after all that, I had finally lost the battle, I couldn't control what happened next.