Chapter 13
Weary ye shall be,
Seeking redemption
Like a bat,
Blind in the day,
Never to walk the earth in the morn
Or ye shall burn
A living dead,
Bloodsucking monster,
Causing the heart of your beloved to bleed
In the turmoils of Hades
Never to return!~~
Poem written by Afeare Adesuwa
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"I'm sorry, master." Dracula shivered, rushing down to bow. "It's not what you think?"
"What's going on?" Lucy asked, shaking under the blanket as she darted her eyes from Dracula to the man in a villain coat.
"Silence!" The devil flipped the bedside table and it crashed, earning a deafening scream from Lucy. "What is it then, Dracula?"
"Nature happened." Dracula mumbled, his head still kissing the floor as he bowed.
"You broke the only rule I gave. I never expected you to be the one to break it." Poison dripped from his voice as he spoke with authority. "You." He spun and met gazes with Lucy. "I banish you into cave zazel till eternity!"
The devil's fingers turned into talons with which he pointed at Lucy. Suddenly, she involuntarily got up from the bed and floated in the air.
"No, master. Let her go, please. I promise it wou-"
"Shut your face hole!" Thundered the devil.
He hastily drew Lucy in front of him with an invisible rope and stared daggers at her. She froze in fear and her heart stopped as she saw flames in his eyes. A dark hole which appeared to be the road that led to an abyss opened beneath her and he said, "I banish you into the underworld cave for eternity."
In one insane second, he used his leg to kick her down the hole and the last thing Dracula heard was her terrifying screams.
"No!" Dracula rushed to where the hole was, but it disappeared.
"Weary ye shall be,
Seeking redemption
Like a bat,
Blind in the day,
Never to walk the earth in the morn
Or ye shall burn
A living dead,
Bloodsucking monster,
Causing the heart of your beloved to bleed
In the turmoils of Hades
Never to return!" The devil exclaimed, pointing a finger at the traitor who he wanted to rip into pieces and the house shook, coats of paint kissing Dracula's skin as the ground began to swallow the house and Dracula himself.
"We're best friends, remember?" Dracula asked, struggling to save himself from the ground that was now turned into a quick sand. "Don't do this. I still-"
Dracula didn't finish his sentence because the devil snapped his fingers and that was it–the ground swallowed him, never to be seen again. And that was how he turned into a demon.
Back to the present
Dracula had on a sour expression as he tightened his grip on the curtain, remembering how he dwelled in Hades and suffered. How he no longer had access to the human world as he was a demon. Just as angels couldn't walk on Earth, the same thing for demons.
"Argh!" He punched the window out of anger and it shattered. Rays of sunshine fell upon his skin and he winced, backing away from the window like a plaque. "Mark!"
Dracula crawled to a shaded area with the name mark spilling out of his mouth. Mark pushed the door open and ran towards him, drawing the heavy curtains close before squatting beside his master.
"What happened?" Concern laced his voice as he held Dracula's gaze.
"Anger," said Dracula shortly.
The dogman's lips twitched into a smile and Dracula frowned then asked, "Why's that dirty smile on your face?"
"Because I know exactly what you need to feel at ease." He got to his feet and extended his hand to Dracula, which he slapped away and got to his feet.
"I'm not helpless." Dracula hissed.
"Says the person that can't walk under the sun." Mark mumbled then cleared his throat.
"What did you say?" Dracula balled his palm and squinted an eye at Mark.
"I said I know what you need to stay happy." Mark held his hands behind his back with a mischievous grin.
"And that would be?"
"Women..." Drawled Mark as he drew a chair and ushered Dracula to sit comfortably on it. "Sexy women. Just sit down and relax your weary bones."
With that, he left the room and Dracula stared down at his laps, tapping his fingers impatiently on them.
Maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea to follow Mark's advice. His reasoning suggested and he agreed, leaving his past and the quest behind him.
There was a light knock on the door, followed by the twisting of the doorknob before it was pushed open and a caramel skinned lady in a brown coat with a black ponytail strode into the room seductively. Behind her was Mark who mouthed, "Relax."
They were left alone in the old setting room that was painted in grey and screamed abandoned.
"What's underneath your coat sweet thing?" The flirt in him protruded as he anticipated committing more atrocities with this woman.
"Wanna find out?" She asked, walking slowly towards him, while running her tongue over her bottom lip.
"How about a strip tease?" Dracula crossed his legs and raked her body with his eyes, thinking of so many ways he'd like to break her back.
"Sure." Her brown eyes were filled with lust as she slowly removed the first button and removed the elastic around her hair, which sent her hair cascading down her shoulders.
She opened the second button and gyrated her hips from left to right, biting on her bottom lip. The devil smirked.
Finally, she pulled everything and answered the devil's question. She was dressed as a school girl in a short check shirt and crop top.
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They were both breathing heavily as they both sinned on the bed with him above her. Swiftly, they switched positions and she was on top, her chest heaved as both their sweats mixed and soaked the sheet.
"I'm gonna ride you to hell," She said, her eyes rolling skyward as she increased her speed.
"What's your name?" He asked breathlessly, watching her bosom as they bounced.
"Delilah," She spat and venom spider webbed her voice. "And you are Samson." She tightened her dental bone.
Instantly, she pulled out a knife from under the bed like a cheetah and held it to his neck. Dracula's eyes widened before his expression was replaced with that of anger.
Like lightening, he placed her under him and snapped her head to the right. With that, blood spilled out of her mouth and Dracula felt betrayed.
