Superhuman (Harry Styles)

•Part Twenty-Six•

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-Devon's Point of View-

Hell was a lot more scary than I had imagined it to be.

It didn't look like what I had always imagined it. It wasn't an empty waste land that was ablaze in flame or bodies burning with the smell of sizzling flesh consuming the air, no it wasn't any of that though there was certainly screaming, but there wasn't anyone around, and there was no fire. The screaming came from within the earth, so loud and so eerie. Though since no one was around, it deceived you and made you think that maybe, just maybe for a second that it was your soul that was screaming, no one else's.

In a way maybe it was, maybe my own soul was screaming at me as Ed dragged me through hell. All my sins screaming at me, my soul combusting from the flames that I could feel but couldn't see.

From my vantage point hell wasn't just a black whole beneath the earth, no it was almost like a mansion, a giant never ending mansion with many rooms, doors sealed shut so I couldn't see what lied behind them, but that was fine with me, whatever lied behind them I didn't wish to see.

The screams were tantalizing to my ears, so lovely and so sweet you almost wanted to search for them, but I couldn't even if I wanted too because Ed's grip got tighter the further we went, and my courage got smaller.

Dread was a fiery ball inside my stomach as the screaming began to intensify as we passed more doors, and I got the feeling that the people behind those doors would forever be tortured by their own sins, not from the heat.

The farther we went, the more I realized that there was no fire burning souls, that was only metaphoric. There was real fire yes, but that wasn't what was killing. The real fire came from your soul, your consciousness burning you alive from all the sins you had committed, and that was even worse than real fire itself, because real fire you could escape.

You couldn't escape yourself.

Soon I could hear voices, ones I didn't recognise and for that I was glad. The voices didn't sound human though the spoke in English, though sometimes they lapsed into a language that sounded a lot like Latin.

"Invenies puellam?" The slithery voice spoke, but I didn't know what it was saying.

"Fortasse." The red head who was holding me replied, and I had a strange feeling they were talking about me.

"Excellent." The other voice spoke in English finally, though I doubt it was for my benefit.

The red head named Ed tossed me roughly to the floor, and walked out of the room as fast as he had come in, without even a glance at me.

I could feel his ugly snake eyes look at my body, savouring it up with his greedy eyes.

The screaming inside me intensified.

He approached me, the fiery ball of dread in my stomach getting bigger. He radiating his heat, though it made since. He was the angel of sin, the king of the underworld, ruler of hell.

He was the devil.

"Lucifer." The name slipped past my lips before I could stop myself, and I heard his light chuckle. I refused to look up but I knew he was creeping closer by the way my skin began to crawl.

"Ah, so you know my name." He spoke like he was surprised, but his face betrayed him.

He reached me, his scabby dry fingers touching my face as he pushed the hair out of my face. I was revolted by way I saw when I looked at him. By his dark black hair and his shark cheekbones, the grey eyes and his small dimples peaked through his cheeks, he almost looked normal.

Almost.

To the human eye, he would've looked human. But I wasn't human, and it was time I owned up to that.

His grin made my skin itch in an unpleasant way. He looked at me like a cat would look at a wounded defenseless bird.

Like I was his dinner.

"You belong to me, belong here." His finger remained on my chin, and no matter how much I wanted to look away I didn't. I refused to show any sign of weakness.

"You and Harry. You were both line from the moment The Lord killed you. You are mine and someone didn't keep up their end of the bargain." He sounded truly angry about it, and silently I thanked god for being able to avoid my fate for so long.

It's funny though, how destiny works.

"So now I have you..." His fingers slid down my cheek, cupping my chin.

"Harry will find me." I couldn't help but spit out, but his eyes gleamed.

"That's what I'm hoping for love." His voice was low.

"Fuck off." I replied, ripping my chin from his grasp, he only chuckled.

"Harry know where you are, so I just have to wait long enough for him to get here.." He stopped, but I knew there was more.

"For what?" I asked, even though I didn't want the answer.

"To kill you." He smiled warmly at me, as if he had just told me today was Christmas instead of hand delivering my death to me.

I stayed quiet, because I knew that if I spoke I wouldn't like it.

We sat quietly for a while, him marvelling over the screaming and me shuddering in fear.

"Oh! I nearly forgot!" He spoke suddenly after a while, making me jump in fear, scared that he had decided he would kill me then.

"Mara, come here dear." He spoke and I could feel the alarm racing through my body.

And there she was, Mara. My best friend, the girl who I grew up with, the girl who knew all my secrets, the one I could trust with anything now matter what.

"Kill her." He pointed at me with a grin, and my heart stopped.

And now she was going to kill me.

I stood up slowly from the ground, readying myself to face the inevitable. Someone was going to die right here, right now.

And I would be damned if it was going to be me.