Hey guys! Sorry for the late upload, but take these random words in a strategic order instead! :D It was hard for me to write this chapter, but I liked doing it in a way. This is a tender side of Janssen.
Song and pic to da riiight! Picture is of Janssen, only Janssen is more muscular with green eyes. But I like the intensity of Alex's, it's so.... raw :D
~I tell you know you can't win this~
~I wont let it show that I'm not always flying, so on the way down, I'll watch you, watch you burn~
***Janssens POV***
"Actually," I started, never taking my eyes off of her, "They might not have killed him." Her head swung towards me, hope rising in those deep, warm chocolate eyes. Something in me soared at that, the fact that I was able to bring that hope back to her. She looked dead before, so devoid of any happiness. It killed me inside. I kept looking in those astoundingly innocent pools of cocoa, silently begging her not to give up hope. She had strength, I saw it when she first fired back at me. It shocked me, how she could maintain such an innocence and still be so strong.
I knew Aurora was looking at me, but I kept looking at Abby. I couldn't seem to look away. "How is that so, honey?" She asked.
"Demons... They don't always kill their victims. Sometimes they hold him captive when they need something. They could be holding him captive to get you." I would know, I was his keeper. But they didn't know that. They couldn't find out.
"So he's as good as dead then, right?" Abby's friend, Piper, asked. I watched as Abby's face slowly fell, the hope fading once again. I hated seeing her like this, hurting. It was different for me, feeling this. She had already captivated me. He couldn't find out.
I turned to look at Piper, the heavy black eyeliner re-applied under her bright blue eyes. You couldn't even tell she had been crying. "I don't know, Maybe. He might wish he was dead. But there's a high chance that he could still be alive." Piper gave me a suspicious look, and I ignored it, pretending like she didn't affect me. She was strange, unlike any human, demon, or angel I had ever met before, and I would grudgingly admit that she intimidated me. The first human to ever intimidate a demon.
Because that's what I was. I was a demon. A different type of demon, though. No one had ever seen anything like me before, and that put me on the top of His shit list. The good one, not the bad one. I had wings, like the angels, but I was sent to hell. I was like a son to Him, and he was my abusive father. I didn't have the form that other demons had, which made some of them jealous, and gave the other ones reason to pick a fight. I learned quickly. They don't try to pick fights with me anymore. Satan kept me close to him, and when he heard about Abby, I was sent to do his dirty work.
"I'll take it." Her voice jolted me out of my dark thoughts, "There's a chance he's alive, Piper. I'm not going to let him die. You know he'd try to save me, too." I felt a pang inside of me at the love she held for him, and I ignored it, knowing that he would. That much was obvious. She's usually all that human talks about. I was his keeper, but I didn't torture him like most of the demons would. He was actually pretty nice to talk to. I found myself liking him, even though I knew I shouldn't get attached. Yet here I was, attached to two humans I would have to ultimately kill.
"But what about fighting them? You couldn't fight them before, why would you be able to fight them now?" Piper asked.
"Well, I'm going to go on a limb here and say that if the big guy gave me this aura thingy, then He wouldn't have left me unable to defend myself with it."
Aurora nodded, her head moving like a ahold. "Yes, dear! That is exactly right! But you need training to reach your abilities. They are lying dormant inside of you."
"So, if I get hold of these ability things, can't I kill the Devil? That would kind of get rid of the whole hell thing, wouldn't it?"
"No, the Devil is not able to be killed. He's too powerful, and persuasive. He would kill you first, or stray you from God's path."
They kept talking, but my mind began to wander again. Was He watching me now? I hoped not. He may like me better than any of the others, but that didn't mean I was treated any better. In fact, He expressed his feelings by inflicting pain on others. I had the scars to prove it.
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I had just woken up from that night, in a dark place, the stone floor under me unnaturally hot. I didn't know where I was, but I could feel a much more intense heat radiating to my right. Unconsciously, I shifted to my left, avoided the scorching air and floor.
Instantly, a whip was dug into my back, one of His favorite torture weapons. I screamed at the pain it brought, withering on the floor in agony. Small spikes resembling barbs on a barbed wire fence buried themselves into my flesh, drawing blood. A sort of poison seeped into my skin, making my skin flame with an unbearable heat. It was yanked back with a vicious, unnatural strength, retrieving chunks of flesh as the prize for the hunter. I screamed again, anguish clear in my voice. Some part on me heard snickering int he background, but I ignored it, my subconscious not deeming it important at the moment.
"Don't turn away from me!" A deep, powerful voice boomed. I cringed at the sound, wishing to be as far away from it as I could be. It was harsh and unforgiving, causing me to shake in fear.
I attempted to crawl away, but the pain in my bare back made it impossible. At the movement, I received another whip, this time even harder, thought it seemed impossible. "I said DON'T TURN AWAY!" The voice bellowed again. The echos still reverberated off the walls, mercilessly reminding me of the unseen threat to my left. Tears were cascading down my face at the torment I had received upon waking up.
I didn't move, but instead tried a different tactic. "P-P-Please," I began to beg, "L-Let me go." The words came out a hoarse, broken whisper, the agony I felt evident in each syllable.
To this, the snickering I had heard behind me broke out into loud, obnoxious bursts of mocking laughter, making me cringe even further into myself.
"There are rules here, boy." Just his voice was enough to make me want to die, the way it spoke to me with such disgust and distaste. I could feel the anxious sweat that made my burning body clam up, plastering my shaggy dark hair to my face. My eyes were wide with terror as a huge figure moved towards me. I was still on the ground, and I didn't lift my eyes to meet the merciless captor. His overbearing shadow that haunted over me was intimidating enough. "Rule one. Always look at me when I talk to you." I stayed crippled on the floor, the still flaming pain on my back making it impossible to move.
I received a bone-shattering kick to the side, and I could feel three individual ribs splitting. I cried out again, only to hear more nightmarish snickers.
"Look at me." His voice was sickeningly calm, which terrified me. Using all the will inside my body, I lifted my hopeless eyes up to him, meeting a pair of bright, flaming red ones. They were so compelling, that I couldn't look away. I lay there, gaping, until he spoke again.
"Good. Now listen. Rule number two. You obey me. Whatever I say, whenever I say it. Do you understand?" I was quiet, unable to find my voice that was buried under all the other things crossing my mind. Talking seemed like such an insignificant thing compared to this monster in front of me.
"DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?!" He shouted again, swinging the whip back.
I flinched, and instantly nodded my head, the movement creating black spots in my vision. "Y-yes." I whispered.
