The Devil's Son + Redemption

Redemption Chapter Fifteen

GUYS!!!! I'M BACK!! AND WITH TWO CHAPTERS, NOT ONE!! NOW YOU HAVE TO FORGIVE ME!!! No, but seriously, I've been uttery busy with school and my final exams and whatnot... But now, it's all ooooover! Which means more chappies for you guys! Thanks for waiting so patiently... I'm really sorry for taking so long. I hope that you enjoy the ending of this novel, because yes, my dear wattpaders, we're reaching the end... But there will be a sequel.

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Okay, so I'm gonna let you read the chapter now. 

Chapter Fifteen

It had been an interesting turn of events, I've got to say. My Demon side, analyzed everything in terms of profit, and I couldn't help but notice that telling Amelie I loved her had given her an immense trust in me. Not that I deserved it, I might add. But her naive faith was touching and it still flattered my vanity. So credulous, my little human... I have still so much to teach her... And yet, I wouldn't want her to lose that innocence. I always appreciated that in her. Even though she thinks that she isn't the gullible Amelie I had so easily manipulated two years ago, she still is my naive little human deep down. 

Yet, "I love you" doesn't mean anything to a Demon. Words never mean much to a Demon, unless they are sealed by a blood-oath. It's the only real way to pass an unbreakable deal with a Demon. To us, promises are made to be broken, but a blood-oath is sacred, as ironic as that might sound.

I am not entirely a Demon though. And even if I couldn’t yet comprehend the whole lot of emotional engagements “love” was made of, I could still tell that it was important.

And yet I could hardly imagine abandoning my position at my father’s side. I would never be wholly good, and I was too used to evil to go and join the Light side. And, really, I enjoyed being what I was. I liked the horror of the souls of the damned when they realized that they were condemned to an eternity of burning in the fire of Hell… I loved the look of terror on human’s faces when they realized that I wasn’t a human, and that the death that awaited them was painful and long…

And honestly, even if I had been furious upon learning that Leviathan had killed my little human on that damned night a few years ago, I still appreciated how twisted her plan was. As crazy as it seemed, the way she tortured my poor little Amelie wasn’t unlike methods I’ve already used myself. Pain was really fascinating…

And because I couldn't imagine my life without the twisted part of my soul, I wasn't planning on ever becoming the good little boy Amelie apparently wanted me to be. No need to tell her that... Once all of this is done, when I finally prove that Remus is behind the demon killings, we will have all the time to discuss the matter of my redemption. Which will not happen, of course. I was not becoming an angel. I have thought it through times and times again, and had finally come to the conclusion that I did not want to join Heaven. Ever. As Milton said, "Better to reign in Hell then serve in Heaven". Because that's just what will happen to me. I'll become a servant, barely a guardian angel. What a position was that for the great son of Satan himself?

I looked at Amelie. Her head rested on my chest, her eyes closed. She looked so peaceful. So calm and innocent.

I contemplated her for a moment.

Then I pulled away from her, careful not to wake her up. I went into the bathroom and took a long shower. The water ran down my body, too hot for any human, but just perfect for me. When you were used to the permanent heat of hell, you got pretty much resistant to even the most intense temperatures. 

When I stepped out of the shower, I wrapped a thick white towel around my hips. My hair was still dripping with hot water as I walked into the living area of the suite. Amelie wasn't asleep anymore; when I walked into the room, she shot me a accusatory look.

"You said you won't leave," she said, pouting.

"I'm here, am I not?" I said calmly and pushed away a strand of wet hair that was pasted to my forehead. I walked past her and into the bedroom. I closed the door behind me and went straight to the drawer. I picked up a black suit, a white shirt and a black tie. I walked ou, with the jacket thrown over my shoulder.

Today, I was setting a trap for Remus.

Or at least beginning the long demarche that would result in trapping Remus, and to prove him guitly once and for all.

I emerged from the bedroom fully dressed. Amelie's appreciative gaze slid down my body and she sighed, shivering under the thick covers.

"Feeling cold?" I asked with a smirk. "Nothing compares to my blazing fire, huh?"

Amelie rolled her eyes.

"Ha-ha," she said as I made my way toward the door. "Where are you going?"

"You'll find out soon enough," I said calmly. She released an irritated groan.

"Why don't you ever tell me anything?" she complained.

"Because sometimes, ignorance really is bliss," I said with a last smile in her direction.

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A summoning of a Demon of a lower level doesn't require any of the rituals needed for a higher level one. Especially when the person summoning the Demon was the son of the Lord of Hell.

It appeared as soon as it's name left my lips, eager to please. It had no real form to speak of, it was more like a dark cloud of smoke hanging in the air, scorching hot. It could materialize in the form of an animal, a wolf, a cat... but it preferred it's original form, for hell knows what reason.

"Find a human to possess," I ordered, "Then, do whatever in the Heavens you want. Kill, rape, steal, whatever it takes to get noticed. And leave the mark of Lucifer on your preys, would you?"

The Demon didn't respond, astonished by my request.

Is that all you need, Master? It asked carefully.

"Absolutely," I said confidently.

It was an irresistible bait. Another Demon to slay, so close to him, so easy to access... Remus would not be able to resist the urge to kill it. He wanted the war, wanted the Apocalypse. Every occasion to provoke my father would be good. And in his altered state of mind-- because he had to be crazy if he thought he could get to me, of all Demons-- he would definitely swallow it whole. And I will be there to catch him. Expose him to my father and end this unfortunate incident. And then, I could face Amelie and tell her that Redemption was out of question for me. I could bet that that particular convesration won't go well. But I had to tell her, had to desillusion her, tell her the truth as soon as possible.

For now though, I had to lie to her. Particularly about my plan to trap Remus. She would be outraged by my methods, would definitely disapprove of what I asked the Demon to do. Maybe I had gone a little too far... that part about raping might have been a little too far fetched... I shook my head. Nothing was too far fetched for me. I was Lucifer.

As I made my way out of the small abandonned house, leaving the Demon behind, I couldn't help but smile.

I was way too fond of Hell to abandon it. Even for Amelie.