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I stood in awe in front of the wall of books, with my-mouth slightly opened. I have seen Simeon's and Micheal's book collection, but Satan's room was a whole different level. There were several books stacked above each other on the floor, along with a few sheets of paper scattered around, and if that was not enough, every wall was dominated with shelves filled with a series of books of different sizes, colors, and genres. This demon was far more stranger than I thought. "Anything that catches your attention?" Satan's voice pulled me back to reality.

He was sitting in a small armchair next to me, a small book in hand , with a pair of glasses resting on the bridge of his nose. I switched my attention back to the shelf standing before me, and found myself reaching out to a thin book, with a white, leather cover. It had a smudged, ink drawing of a pair of double daggers on the cover. I subconsciously flipped through pages, which mostly spoke of sealing rituals, and enchanted weapons, until my gaze fell onto a certain chapter entitled, "Beast-Warrior Daggers." It did not hold much info, I was unfamiliar with. Most of it spoke of the rituals witches used to use to seal Lunalight warriors into their own silver weapons, to sell them to the demons in Devildom. Most demons would attempt to break the seal, and devour the warrior's soul, their magic power would be too powerful, and result in the obliteration of the welder. There was not much more other than that, probably explains why the book was not that big. After-all, not many knew of the beast's secrets . . . not even the archangels themselves. It was as if God wanted their secrets to be hidden from all the realms. I closed the book, and took a deep breath, maybe the fact I was in Devildom myself now, made me wonder whether my soul was going to get devoured soon. "Well that's not really reassuring to read at a time like this," I flinched upon noticing Satan's face dangerously close to mine, as he peaked at the book in my hands. "What's up, with that bitter look?"

My glare deepened, and his smile widened. Just watching him smile like that was nerve wrecking. Feeling anxiety crawling up my skin, I shifted my gaze back to the book in my hands, and stood on my tiptoes to slide the book back into its place on the shelf. "Thank you for showing me your collection, but I probably should leave now," I excused myself, but I should have known better than expect a demon as Satan to just let me go.

"Hold it right there," he darkly chuckled, pinning me against the wall of books, and leaned perilously close to my face. "When I asked Lucifer about you, he would continue on changing to topic, and giving me endless tasks to keep me busy, but I am curious, what are you hiding?"

His emerald eyes seemed to glow, as a dark aura rose around him. It was as if he was paralyzing me with fear, that I found myself leaning against the bookshelves, in order not to drop to my knees, and as if out of reflex. . . Poof! I had shifted into a cat, and jumped instantly to the top shelves. Yes, it was certainly not like me to react like that, but it was better than getting cornered. I could not help, but hiss as I flopped my belly on one of the top shelves to rest. From where I sat, I could see Satan's smile slowly shift into a genuine one, but he quickly covered it with his hand, as a light, shade of pink blush crept up his cheeks. He seemed flustered, and stunned at how I had reacted, but I did not mind it that much . . . Because it seemed a bit . . . Just a tiny, bitty, bitty cute. . .

Suddenly, across the room I spotted it, a scroll with a golden seal resting on a stack of books. There was a strange aura I have never sensed before dancing around it. As if calling for me, I found myself descending down the shelves, scurrying past Satan, who watched me with curiosity in his eyes, as I shifted into my human form, and held the scroll. "From where did you get this?" I asked, carefully removing the golden seal, and unrolling the bond paper, only have my coco-brown eyes stare at an old painting of a woman with the most odd, green, yellow and blue feathers poking out of her arms, forming large, and graceful wings.

It was breathtaking, and so detailed. She had strange, long, ocean-blue hair; pale skin with a few shades of blue, bird-like feet; while dressed in a teal, gypsy-like costume. "I have never seen a painting like that," I could hear Satan speaking calmly, with a hint of curiosity," but I must say, it seems old, yet brand new, and well taken care of."

My gaze drifted to the background of the painting, it seemed as if it had been drawn in the desert mountains of the human realm, since the architecture of the garden the woman was standing in did not seem natural. "I should probably show it to Luci . . ."

"Can I have it?" I swiftly cut him off, my fingers caressing the rough painting, feeling mesmerized by it for an unknown reason.

"If your okay with that of course, " rolling the piece of art back into a cylinder, I added.

My hand traced the sun-like seal, before snapping out of my daydream, and turning to Satan, while a plain expression. "So?" I asked again.

An awkward silence filled the room, as I patiently waited for an answer to slip out of the demon's lips. You could call me desperate, but I did not mind. Satan rested his hand on his chin, and hummed a pretty irritating tune. Was he trying to irritate me? "If I give you it . . . " he paused a sly-smile spread across his face, as he smoothly brushed his fingers across my hand that was holding the painting," what will you give in return?"

"Oi!"I yelled threateningly, pulling out my dagger, and dangerously pressing the blade against his throat; all it takes a little more force to slit his neck open. "Don't play dirty."

The demon simply smiled, a dark aura circling him. "Look at you getting fired-up," he chuckled, a strange flame dancing in his eyes."Such a lovely sight, show me . . . How much you hate me."

Their was no sense of fear radiating from him, just full of lust for hatred . . . disappear . . . anger . . . Wrath. "Your the fourth born," I mumbled in realization, my confidence sightly slaughtered, as the demon let out a small chuckle." The Avatar of Wrath."

No, are you really going to bend to his will?

His fingers ran through my hair, as I stared at his emerald eyes that gleefully enjoying my shriveling state. In an instant he shifted into his demon form, a long-sleeved shirt; with hidden buttons; endless, black ribbon elaborated across his chest; along with white collars and cuffs; abyss-black-S-shaped horns; a matching tail that fades into a bright green color wrapped around his right leg; dark grey pants orientated with widely scattered white patches, and an odd black boa resting on his shoulders. "What's wrong, Yuna?" he slyly smiled, his hand running through my hair. "Cat got your tongue?"

Are you going to let him shatter you?

An angel's familiar?

No.

I cannot let myself break under a demon!

I dropped the dagger, and headbutted him, unsure whether that will leave a mark, or kill a few brain cells, but I still felt a bit victorious as I watched Satan stumbled a few steps backwards, dropping a few stacks of book in his attempt to regain his posture. "Forget it,"I spat, tossing the painting in front of him, before picking up my dagger and heading for the room's entrance door. "Do what you want with that picture."

I could not help, but scoff at the surprised reaction on his face, "Keep these words in mind, I have seen death before, that nearly every meaning of fear doesn't faze me for long," with that said, and done, I stormed out of the room, only to crash into . . . a human.

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