Ria
The sound of the whole mountain coming down and the rumbling of the ground didn't stop as my blood continued dripping into the seal. If anything it got stronger.
I watched in horror as I pushed back the bile that was trying to rise up in my throat. The corpses that had been laying on the ground, unmoving and definitely dead were beginning to stir.
My horror only grew when I saw my blood dripping into the seal.
The corpses stirred even more and then begun moving. I watched in awe and horror as their broken and detached limbs sewn themselves back together and the holes in their bodies fixed little by little. Had I really done that?
I didn't remember it being so great when I brought Arsheus back. All I remembered was the spirit coming back to life. Why was this different?
I didn't have an answer.
The corpses's bodies got fixed in a matter of minutes. What was broken was no longer. The only signs that there had been a bloodshed over there was the color of the pit, red even after all the time that had passed since the actual deaths.
I shivered when I felt something going through my torso. I paled when I looked down and saw one of the spirits that had been laying around passing through my body.
All the spirits were gathering on the pit. All of them were going to their respective corpses.
As soon as a spirit touched it's corpse the body begun moving, it's eyes no longer unfocused but rather aware, as if they were back alive and knew perfectly well what was going on.
My heart raced faster and sweat begun forming on my back when I saw all the corpses were having the same reaction. All of them were raising from the dead as soon as the spirits were in place.
As the number of living demons outnumbered the corpses I begun to pale even more. What had I done?
Looking down I could see all of them were warriors. There wasn't even a single civilian. All of them were armed and dressed with armour. They were an army.
Arsheus had used me to raise back his army, just like I had suspected.
All the demons seemed ready to fight. Their expressions were scary as they turned around and looked for anything familiar. Their expressions were filled with confusion as they picked up the discarded weapons all over the ground and begun looking for a threat that wasn't there. The war had already ended and they had lost. That was all.
Even though I knew they had lost to the angels and would probably lose again I still couldn't stop the feeling of unease that if they were to rebel against us the conflict wouldn't end like the last one.
When Arsheus let go of my hand, satisfied with the amount of soldiers, I took it back and licked my wound. My blood tasted coppery on my mouth, just like the scent of the pit, like death.
" Welcome back!"
Arsheus's booming voice made everyone on the pit turn to look at us.
At first their gazes were focused solely on Arsheus, which was fine by me. They all looked at him as if he was some kind of god or savior. I wouldn't have been surprised if they had kneeled and begun praying to him. That was how they looked at him, as if he had hung the moon.
While they were focused on Arsheus and he was focused on his soldiers I had to run. I didn't want to stay here for a second longer.
I eyed Arsheus and more importantly, his blood. I needed that if I wanted to go back home, but right now I had no way to get it.
It would be safer to run away and try to get his blood at a later date. Attacking him when there were this many people willing to protect him was paramount to suicide.
I slowly backed away from the pit while they were too focused on each other to notice me running away and when I was far away enough I run as fast as I could. I run as if someone was chasing me, because I had no doubt they would chase me if they found out that their only way to bring back their soldiers was gone.
The only mistake in my plan was thinking that the crappy shoes I was wearing would withstand the snow.
I was running so fast that my shoe flied away and I slipped on the thin cape of ice, ending up in the ground.
The sound of me falling was so loud that every single soul turned to look at me.
Fuck!
I flinched as I cradled my feet, avoiding eye contact. I knew I was going to die, I was an angel and their mortal enemy, but I didn't want to see the faces of those who would kill me.
Murmurs erupted among the soldiers as they looked my way and pointed. I was sure they hated me and were planning my demise. My heart beated faster and I backed away slowly, eyeing the path that would lead me out of here.
" She is ....." Arsheus hesitated while pointing at me. Why didn't he just say I was an angel and end it all? Why didn't he say the truth and tell everyone that I was just a tool for him and that he had no use for me anymore now that I was done? Why did he hesitate as if he cared about how to address me? And why did my heart beat a little faster when he didn't immediately say I was the enemy? What was wrong with me? " A friend"
I smirked. A friend? As if. I had never been and would never be the friend of such a man.
His men mustn't have believed his lie either because they eyed him as if he was crazy, not a single ounce of belief in their eyes.
" Either way" Arsheus got flustered. First time ever I had seen him do something other than hatred or mockery, and walked to where I was. " Let's go back"
He offered me his hand as a peace offering. I didn't take it. I didn't want peace. I wanted to get out of here.
I got up on my own with some difficulty and stared at Arsheus's eyes.
" Can you please send me back home now? I have done what you wanted"
Arsheus looked at me as if I was crazy.
" No"
" Why not?" Tears were now streaming down my face. I didn't want to cry, but I was extremely frustrated. I had done what he wanted. Why couldn't he send me back home? Why couldn't he help me and do what I wanted for once? Did he want to keep me as his weapon for time to come?
" Do I need to give you a reason?"
My hatred soared through the sky when I heard him speak. He thought I wouldn't care about what he did and that he always would have a justification since he was so important. He thought I wouldn't care about his reasons. He was wrong.
" Then what do you want me for?"
" You'll see"
As always Arsheus never gave any answers, not even when I begged for them.
The tears welled in my eyes, but I pushed them back. I couldn't cry, not right now. I wasn't going to cry in front of the man that had made me like this. I was strong.
Arsheus didn't care about me at all as he grabbed me by the armpit and pulled me up, dragging me to where every single one of his soldiers could see me.
The stares of the soldiers bore into my soul and now I had no way of protecting myself, not even the spirits since those had all disappeared when the soldiers had been revived.
" She brought you all back" The heavy stares of the soldiers didn't change one bit with Arsheus's words. Just like I thought they all hated me and wanted me dead. I couldn't blame them after all. The angels had killed all of them, but that didn't mean I was going to let them kill me.
All of the sudden one of the soldiers kneeled down on the snow and the rest followed. Just like how I had imagined, all of them were willing to put down their lifes for Arsheus. They all adored him and considered him something like a god.
I didn't say anything or even move as one by one all the soldiers kneeled down.
Arsheus looked at me and then at his soldiers and smiled.
With a hand motion from him all the soldiers got back up, big smiles spreading across their faces.
" Let's go home"
For the first time since I'd met him Arsheus's voice carried a hint of relief and happiness.
I was happy for him, I really was, but I wanted to get out of here.
While he held me by the arm and made me look down at the soldiers I looked at his pocket, searching for the dagger.
It didn't take me long to notice a bulge in his pocket. That was it!
That was the dagger!
New plan: get the dagger, stab Arsheus with it and get the blood. Then I'd run away back home.
It was a flawless plan. Nothing could go wrong at all.
I hid my smile as I tried to move the arm Arsheus wasn't holding to reach his pocket, but it was just out of reach. I needed my other hand to get the dagger, but Arsheus was holding it hostage.
I needed to wait until he let me go to steal the dagger. And so I waited until all the soldiers managed to climb back up the pit. Apparently there were some hidden stairs on a side of the pit that made it easier to climb back up.
I looked at the soldiers, pretending to be interested in them while what I was really focused on was Arsheus's pocket, where he had the dagger I needed.
I wanted to take it and run away but Arsheus didn't let go of my arm.
He didn't let go even when all his soldiers were safe up with us or when he guided us all back to his castle hidden on the rock, my feet almost bleeding and begging for some rest.
He didn't let go as his soldiers looked at me with something I couldnt quite describe and glared at me.
I kept walking, not looking back, too afraid that if I looked at them they would see me as prey and try to kill me.
Arsheus didn't let go of my hand as we walked, the soldiers screaming and talking behind us. He didn't let me go as he opened the passage on the rock and sent the soldiers to some big fancy rooms. He didn't let go of me as we went to my new room.
Only when we were alone in my room did he finally let go of my arm.
Finally!
I almost screamed from satisfaction, but managed to shut up just in time.
Arsheus looked at me weird but let me be. He was weirder anyway.
As he turned to walk away I saw my only chance of going back home evaporating right before my eyes.
" Aren't you going to send me home?" I used my most pitiful tone, hoping that maybe Arsheus would finally be satisfied or take pity on me and let me go.
" No"
Should've known better.
I sighed and eyed his pants. Only one option left.
" Could you at least send me some food? I'm starving"
I stalled for time while I got closer to him, not that what I had said was a lie. I had gone without food since Arsheus had materialized some back at the forest and I was famished.
" I'll send someone later"
I smiled. I had won.
" Can you open the door too? I feel stuffy being on this room all the time?"
As I spoke I got closer and closer to his right side, where I could see the full pocket.
While Arsheus turned to look at the room, deciding whether to grant me some freedom or not I used the chance to plunge my hand into his pocket.
Mision done.
Arsheus turned to look at me, glaring with his gorgeous eyes, but it was already too late. I was already grabbing something hard. I had the dagger.
I pulled with all my strength and Arsheus groaned, his eyes filled with lust all of the sudden.
What the fuck was wrong with this guy? Had he gotten horny from me stealing from him? Was he a masochist?
" Could you please let go?" Arsheus's voice was deep and husky as he spoke, his eyes fixed on mine.
" I want it" I pulled harder. I had to get the damned dagger, though now that I thought about it it was surprisingly warm and slippery.
" Sure, but let me get it out"
Arsheus's words made it dawn on me. I dropped the thing I had been holding with a scream and ran away, my face red. I was so stupid!
I had been so eager to get the dagger and go back home that I hadn't even noticed that what I had been holding wasn't a dagger at all.
" What, don't you want it now?" Arsheus was smiling smugly as he looked down on me, his eyes still filled with lust.
The budlge on his pants that I had confused with the dagger was now even bigger and throbbing.
I was stupid.
I blushed even more and backed away, running into the bathroom and picking up the bowl filled with water to wash my face.
I needed to get out of here.
I looked through the bathroom door and saw Arsheus still leaning against the doorframe, his posture carefree as he looked at the door.
Our eyes met and he smirked.
I blushed and run back inside.
I wasn't going back out. Not now nor ever.
That was the first time I had ever touched one of those. It was so soft and warm even through the fabric. Now that I thought about it I didn't know how I could've mistaken it for a dagger. They were nothing alike and no one would ever strap a dagger on their tight if they had a pocket. The whole thing had been a disaster.
I closed my eyes and tried to relax, but as soon as I closed them I saw his dick, or how I thought it would be.
Fuck, I had to get that image out of my mind.
I sat on the floor and hugged myself. I wasn't going out.
After a while of sitting on the floor Arsheus's voice came from outside.
" I'll send someone with your food" He was chuckling as he spoke, as if he found the whole situation amusing. Motherfucker.
I didn't want to see him ever again.
" If you ever do want to do it just holler. I'll be right there"
I blushed harder and hid my head between my hands. He was utterly shameless. He was a bastard. I hated him.