Wings of Darkness

Ch-5 |Xander|

I built a wall,

A barrier around me,

But she with her little tricks,

Can’t let me be!

XANDER

For her I have broken the rule of the King of Hell. He strictly instructed me not to step outside in human world till he steps down and I take over as King. But it was not my fault that I had to break the rule, threaten some guards, and kill a few stubborn ones to get out to meet her. It was completely her fault; she refused to leave my mind.

My father was still unaware of my expedition so I was safe from his wrath and frankly I was not scared of him. Past month have come to realise that I was way more powerful than any demon I knew. I was but scared of the lecture I had to endure from him for sneaking out.

And I think I have made a mistake meeting her and I deserved a scolding because before only her face and the desperate kiss played in my mind but now, her brown eyes, her pretty cheeks, her hypnotic smile, the look when she had when she looked at me like I was not a demon, everything about her was haunting me now.

What was with her, she had no evil aura around her, her eyes was not that of liar and manipulator. Reluctant as I was to accept it, she looked at me in such a way that made me feel so much more than a demon. The relief in her eyes confused me, brought about a unsaid guilt and also filled me with a fire.

The way I was starting to obsess over thought I have met her just two times could mean only one thing, I lusted her. There was no other explanation for this, it was no use denying I desired her and whatever spell she had done on me was working fine. And if she turned out to be some black magic witch, I will torment her to death and then even her soul with scream in pain.

But for now I just wanted to be around her. I just have to get close to satiate my lust and then maybe I could get rid of this uneasy feeling that developed in me when she was not around.

So naturally I sneaked out of Hell with help of my right hand Demusa also my fashion designer. I need to get her out of my mind as fast as possible. I was outside her house in a moment. I had noticed that I could do that more easily than any other demon; I was the only one with wings, raven black wings. Something made me hesitate before entering her house, like I was breaking some serious rule. But I was a demon; I was made to break the rules and trouble human souls.

In my moment of hesitation I heard the talk between her and her mother. I had heightened senses than a human but I was not gifted with sensing the emotions that was gift only few higher angels had according to my limited knowledge. So I have no idea what she was feeling, was she scared after meeting me. She didn’t look scared but who knows how much she could hide in.

Most of the talk was boring and her mother asked her about some coming school dance and who was she going it with. This genuinely intrigued me, I wanted to know who she considered good enough for her, good enough to let her hold her that close for a dance. It was an oddly irritating idea but I dismissed it. After today I might even not be bothered by her.

I was about to enter her house when I noticed a boy step outside of the house next to her. He had different aura around him, not human. His hurried steps towards the girl’s house told me he was excited to meet her.

Now who the hell was he? Her having a boyfriend was a thought that didn’t crossed my mind before but now it brought a sunken feeling. He knocked the door; girl’s mother opened the door. They have met before because she talked to him in a familiar manner. She called out for the girl, I haven’t heard a single sound since she was in her room, like it was made of steel and not cement, and someone blocked any sound coming outside. Girl was more than human, at least that much was true.

As soon as the girl footsteps came, the boy’s eye flashed with multiple emotions, confusion, anger and then desire. He liked the girl, a certain rage monster growled in my head for reason I couldn’t understand.

She greeted him with a shocked look. Rage monster was replaced but sense of minor victory; she was not happy to see him or greeted him like a girlfriend should. He flirted with her but I never saw the reaction that gave a hint she might be interested in him. That was a relief.

Wait, why was that a relief? Well if he was too much interested in her I could always kill him. I had to internally groan at my weird thoughts. The girl had twisted my mind somehow. Then he crossed the line and took her petite looking hand into his and planted a peck on back of her palm. Her reaction was priceless and left me amused; I would have enjoyed the horrified look she had. It was clear she was not accustomed to this intimacy with people but another monster formed inside me and burst to giant size, the jealousy monster.

Unlike other emotions and ambiguous thoughts in my mind, this one was damn clear...I was jealous of the boy who so casually touched. This boy has just confirmed his death sentence. And I needed to have a one-on-one talk with her.