∞ Colin ∞

I was degraded to just watch, a prisoner in my own body. Rabisu is way too powerful right now, and I added to it last night because I slept with Jo. He still would have been strong since he was out cold due to the overflow of energy. And now, now he is trying to show off what he really is.

I don’t get Jo.

I don’t get how she can be so calm. How she even teases a demon. If she thought, all of this was some sick game of mine she is in for a big surprise. I can feel the energy shifting inside my body as Rabisu is revealing himself to her.

His attention is on her, entirely. Rabisu is not concerned with me. And right now, I am not a threat, not at all. He is so focused on Jo that he misses out on a colossal triumph right here. I am batshit terrified of what is about to happen, and I don’t even have a mirror to look at myself. He showed me once who he really is, and it made me a believer.

It takes quite a toll on his energy and strength, but in his own form, he’s also at the peak of his abilities. And that thought is quite horrifying.

“Don’t,” I tell him, begging him. “Jo knows what you are, you don’t need to show her.”

I’m conflicted. If Rabisu uses his real form long enough, I might be able to take over again and give Jo a chance to escape. But I don’t want him to harm her either, or harm her further.

My words are unheard, which is no surprise to me. Still, I feel like a caged animal more than ever, and I am actually walking up and down, beating myself up. I should have left the second I saw Jo. None of this wouldn’t happen if I did that.

A gasp makes me freeze and look. I know it was Jo and I know what caused her to react like that. Despite me wanting to close my eyes, so I don’t have to watch I look at her because Rabisu does. And I can see it in the reflection of Jo’s eyes, opened wide.

Rabisu doesn’t change my body. He allows his form to break through. Since he is an entity of energy without a physical shape showing himself does not have any effect on me. My body is still shining through. Rabisu could choose any appearance he’d like, but as a demon, he was created to serve a god – or in his case – goddess, so he regards the shape she preferred as his.

The word demon actually comes from the word “dæmon” that is the Latin word for the Ancient Greek “daimōn” which means “spirit,” also translated as “god,” “godlike,” “power” or “fate.”

I guess anyone would think of any of those words being confronted with a presence that is Rabisu. The dark, black-hole glow is just the beginning. It changes into an aura that expands further to take on the shape that is him: More massive, more significant, and more terrifying than a human could ever be. Rabisu’s height is somewhere between eight and nine feet, and the ratio is similar to a human though slightly distorted. A bit too brawny with extremities longer than usual. He has three sets of horns which show his position as one of the highest rank of demons. The first two horns are twisted and turning inward almost shaping a halo. The second and third pair sit behind them like a crown. Those are straight but also twisted. Rabisu doesn’t have hooves as feet but claws. The first thing I thought of was “dragon,” and his appearance comes quite close to that with the only difference that his face is more human-like and he doesn’t have scales all over his body; only on his lower arms and legs. With me as with Jo now, Rabisu saved the best for last: His gigantic bat-like wings. Not that something made of energy would need them, but they definitely add to the intimidation effect.

Jo can’t retreat, and she can’t see the whole glory that is a high ranking demon of Ishtar. She probably doesn’t even know a fragment of what I’ve learned. I did a lot of research and reading, but that was nothing compared to Rabisu’s knowledge about all of this. There are but a few things I am allowed to see. Yes, even a foul demon feasting on violence and sex has its secrets. Like what Ishtar looked like. How she lived her life. If she is real or not. How she died, or if she died at all.

 

∞ Jo ∞

My heart is racing so fast that I can’t hear anything. My vision seems to be blurred, and all my other senses lie in chaos as I see him transform or take form. I can’t really say.

He is gigantic, massive, and breathtaking. That is how I imagined a demon to look like. Through all this phantasm I can still see Colin or some of his body, but the hand that is choking me feels different now. I can sense claws pinching my skin.

This is so strange.

What I see should be a hallucination, but it’s more like a hologram. But that doesn’t explain how I can feel it. This is real. This isn’t my imagination. So, why I am not peeing my pants right now? Why am I so calm? Just because I had dreams like this?

Am I dreaming? Because this demon sure as hell looks precisely like the one that is haunting me in my dreams, doing all those dirty things to me.

Am I still back home, in bed, having one of those oh-so-forbidden imaginative sexcapades? That is a well-hidden secret of mine. Why are imagination and reality mixing up like this?

I open my mouth, but I can’t pull in enough air to speak and tell him that I can’t breathe. Rabisu notices and decreases the pressure, but his clawed hands don’t leave my throat.

It is insane that this is arousing me, isn’t it? There is something wrong with me. I should be freaking out, screaming at the top of my lungs, or fainting. Instead, I am getting horny. I want him to tear off my clothes and get down on me. I need to find out if his cock is any different now, too. If it’s larger. If it’s going to hurt me.

This has, to be another dream of mine. But it feels so real. Those claws pierced my skin. This is not a dream. I am so confused.

“You are not scared,” Rabisu states the obvious. “Why not?”

“I don’t know,” I respond honestly, trying to keep my heavy breathing to a minimum, but he cocks his brow at me as if he can sense what I am trying to do.

“What kind of demon are you?” I ask him again.

“How do you know that there are different ones?” Rabisu gives back and leans in again.

His visage is terrifying, the definition of demonic and yet so mesmerizing. Like a car crash, you can’t look away from.

“Incubus?” I don’t let him distract me.

I’ve done my fair share of research on demons ever since they started haunting me, which is since forever.

When I was little, I hid from them, beneath my sheets, but they were always there if I didn’t pretend they weren’t. Hiding in the dark corners of my room faces in the pattern of the walls. I never got scared listening to the dark fairytales my older brother Theo loved to read to me hoping to freak the frigging bejeezus out of me.

Rabisu scoffs at that word, and I think I can not only see but hear his wings moving in disgust.

“Three sets of horns, lovely Joana,” he gives back, sounding cocky as hell. “Not one. I am not a slave to human lust. I am an arch-daimōn. My purpose is glorious, and therefore I can feed on more than just one sort of energy.”

I know arch-angels apparently act on direct orders from God, so probably whatever he is talking about is the same? I need to buy more time and gain his trust or make him believe there’s no reason to worry.

I must find a way out of this. I need to stay calm and save Colin from this. Colin. I almost forgot about him.

 

∞ Rabisu ∞

This human female is astonishing. Joana should have lost her mind by now, but she has not. Instead, she is far too calm for a situation like this. This is new. Her reaction should be fear, but it is arousal, and her mind is a thick cloud I cannot penetrate.

I know she wants more. Her pupils are dilated as she looks at me. So, I move closer and press my body against hers.

Colin is screaming at me and then begging one heartbeat later to just let her go. Although he knows I will not. Instead, I watch her reaction, and I draw my hand down from her throat to her chest. Joana’s body is reacting instantly to my treatment.

There is no difference to the first time we had sex, and I want her even more now. She’s addictive.

“You are going to destroy that line, Joana,” I tell her, already expecting defiance, which I love.

“What if I don’t?” She gives back, her eyes half closed as if she is unaware of her arching her back so that her chest can meet my touch.

“I will fuck you until you bleed,” I promise her, my voice sounding surprisingly hoarse.

“Is that a promise?”

That answer was the last one I expected. This woman is something else. I am close to showing her that I mean it, but I hesitate, just a fraction of a moment.

It is that hesitation that sucks me in. It turns the question into an order, demand, or something I cannot ignore, which is odd. Because humans do not have the capability or power to tell me what to do. And then there is the fact of Colin raging inside of me, making this situation even better.

His rage. Her lust.

This might give me enough power to break that spell.

 

∞ Colin ∞

This is not the first time for me to be a bystander but this time it makes me mad. This time I am not merely desperate and helpless. I am furious and horrified. I am witnessing a nightmare coming true.

Jo is so strangely different. I can’t believe a word she says. I can’t comprehend her behavior. Her being this calm is eerie. What the fuck is going on here?

Does this have something to do with her early childhood? Theo told me Jo was adopted at the age of three and that she has no memory of her life before she became the youngest child of the Mallory’s.

Last time I talked to Theo they hadn’t broken the news to her yet. It could be that she still doesn’t know. Her big brother mentioned the whole story maybe three times. His parents always wanted a girl, but after Chris was born Mrs. Mallory had three miscarriages, and they gave up hope. And then, one evening Theo’s dad showed up with a little girl asleep on his arm and explained that she was his sister now.

I remember the next morning as if it was yesterday because Theo came running over and scared the shit out of me when I was hiding the booze from my dad. I have a baby sister! He shouted at me, and I still feel the pang of jealousy. Not because I wanted a little sister for myself but because of her becoming part of Theo’s family and not me.

Now, as I watch her puzzling behavior, I feel ashamed for my childish feelings. Who knows what she went through in her first three years? What must she have witnessed? What must she have been a part of? I almost lost my mind when I first truly realized that Rabisu was real.

“Let her go, or you will suffer,” I threaten Rabisu. “I have added some fascinating mechanisms to this cage that can only be stopped by me…”

“Shut up,” Rabisu responds, and I’m not sure if he said this aloud or not. “I know what you know. This is an empty threat, and I will not have it.”

He is right. Getting all the details for the cage past him was already straining enough, and I didn’t think of someone coming to visit me. I made sure that no one cared. I didn’t think of Jo.

“Please,” I beg again, my anger diminishing into nothing. “Don’t hurt Jo. She has nothing to do with this. Let her go.”

 

∞ Jo ∞

I feel like we have been dancing around this for way too long, avoiding the inevitable. Rabisu won’t let me go until I’ve destroyed the lines of this gigantic sigil which is imprisoning him, and I can’t free him since that’s what Colin wants. He was willing to sacrifice himself, and I screwed it up.

Thinking of screwed, Rabisu made a promise. I almost chuckle. Almost, because I realize the creature holding me captive by my throat seems to zone out for a moment. As if he is listening to something or someone I can’t hear.

Is it Colin maybe?

I haven’t thought of this. I haven't thought of a situation in which Colin is conscious and watching all and everything. My body shudders languorously as a reaction to that thought. And I am reminded of last night when I had sex with him several times. Colin and Rabisu. Something is seriously wrong with me.

Or maybe I am what I’m supposed to be. I could follow the rules I have been taught, or I could follow my instincts; give in to my impulses. And as I do, I feel sucked into those two dark pits that are Rabisu’s eyes, not Colin’s.

I catch myself wishing that they would be one. One person, one entity, one thing, so that nothing of what happens next is my doing. But life isn’t like that. It doesn’t bend to the will of a little, pathetic human.

If this is a dream, there is nothing to be ashamed about. If this is a reality, there is no room for shame right now, is there?

Rabisu continues to appear distracted. This might be my chance to evade him. His hand’s hold on me has lessened, too. I need to act now, or my fate might be gruesome.

Imagining, dreaming about a demon fucking my brains out is one thing; it actually happening is another, right? I can’t mix up dream and reality. Demons are nasty creatures, foul and despicable. It could only be horrible what might happen to me.

“Rabisu,” I let his name roll off my tongue, and it doesn’t sound as it would be expected; the way I say his name isn’t American but different.

My body feels as if it’s electrified. I see images in front of my eyes that can’t be there. I’m not sure if they are memories or something else.

“How dare you?” These words are not my own and yet I speak them; They seem to be a spell, some supernatural power because I can watch those two pools of black abyss focus on my face again.

It takes me a few seconds to realize that those spoken words are not American English and that they don’t have the effect I expected. I don’t know what I thought would happen, but the result took me by surprise. Rabisu is staring down at me, but I can see something in his expression that shows his confusion.

All that happens next is in slow motion although I know it’s not. I am still stunned by Rabisu’s inhuman presence, and it seems to increase as he closes in on me, kissing me.

This kiss is inhuman in every possible way. It pulls all my energy from me and yet still fuels me. What I can feel is all over my body, in my nervous system, sucking and pulling, stealing and giving.

His hands are everywhere, yet nowhere. I can feel him all over my body, but there is no human touch on my skin. There’s something of him inside my pussy, but it’s untouched. This is my worst nightmare, and all my sex-dreams come true.

Sex. With a demon.

This. Is. Insane.

His claws destroy my clothing, and his hand is still pinning me against the wall. This is a dream, but not.

His tongue invades my mouth claiming it as his, even though he knows it’s blasphemy. But why do I see that? Rabisu’s taking this unique chance by the horns, and I cannot blame him.

My own mind is confusing me, and my head is spinning. But my body is not. It is on fire, and this demon’s hands are the flames. I can’t help myself but close my eyes, trying to shut off my mind that is in a war with itself.

This is not a dream.

I can’t allow this to happen.

I almost can hear Colin’s screams in the distance, promising Rabisu that he will destroy him. His voice is drowned out like the world fades away; bubbling when you’ve reached the point of no return like when you’re drinking.

And that’s exactly how I feel: Drunk, intoxicated, and drugged. All at once. But instead of losing my senses they are heightened and have burst into life like beings of their own, swallowing my thoughts.

Suddenly, I’m being tossed around, and my face collides with the wall, and I have a brief sensation of a deja-vu.

“Who are you?” Rabisu inquires, breathing into my ear and down my neck, making my body shudder in delight. “Who are you?” He repeats before I get a chance to answer him.

What is that sound in his voice?

It’s not only confusion, but anger, and …fear?