The Devils' Reaper

Priya

I have never known a darkness to be so black. I honestly can't remember the last time I even saw color. No one visits me here in the Viszar. The man I thought I loved turned me into a hideous monster and threw me aside like a bag of trash, all because I wouldn't sell my soul to him. I had never been enough for him.

The darkness doesn't know how to tell time down here. I could have been down here for mere days, or I could have been down here decades. I was clearly no longer the naïve, fragile human I once was, the monster unfurling in my chest was a testament to that along with the dark power thrumming just beneath the surface of my skin.

Power I wasn't able to access here in the Viszar.

Barron Caide, my maker and my ex lover. Ruler of the Seven Circles of the Underworld.

I had called upon him once a long time ago to pay for the sins of my family. Lore warned me to never try and make a deal with the Devil, but stupid old me hadn't cared.

I had made my deals, and my family had reaped the benefits, all while I fell hopelessly in love. That love had cost me more than anyone would ever know.

I've had a long time down here to think about how idiotic and naïve I used to be. With no one but the darkness as a companion to my lonely soul, I spend my miserable existence down here regretting every stupid decision I ever made before now. My family hadn't deserved the sacrifice I had made for them.

I often fantasize about what I will do to them once I get out of here, but my hatred for Barron Caide was far greater.

He would regret the day he ever made a deal with me.

"It seems as if the curse has broken, child." My eyes fly open and I bolt up right, expecting heavy chains to still be bolting me to the damp stone floor. Instead, I am blessedly free, and Jesus fucking Christ the light was blinding!

Groaning, I squeezed my eyes back shut and dug my fists into my eye sockets to stop the assault of the too bright light from burning my retinas out of my skull. I've lived however long in the darkness since Barron Caide threw me down here for denying him what he thought he was due that I couldn't even remember the last time I was able to see anything other than the color black.

"I've been here for a long time, trying to speak to you, but the curse would never allow you to hear." Someone spoke softly from nearby and it took me several brutally long and agonizing minutes to keep blinking my eyes open and closed slowly, trying to adjust to the light now flooding into the open window with the bars on it in my cell in Viszar.

"It's okay, child. You don't have to speak to me. I'm sure your voice wouldn't work properly anyway. A hundred years is a long time to stay silent." When the light didn't hurt me so much to keep my lids open longer, I blink around at my surroundings more, trying to take it all in as if I am seeing for the first time.

Three cobblestone walls surround me with the fourth wall being made of iron bars with a narrow iron bar door built into it and one barred window on the wall at my back. That was all that was in here with me. No bed, no toilet, nothing. Well, except the floating beautiful red haired spirit sitting cross legged in the air before me. Like, really fucking close.

I startle slightly, a cracked sound coming out of me and it has me wincing in pain. The beautiful red head gives me a sympathetic look as I continue to blink around, trying to get my bearings under me to even function properly. I open and close my mouth, my body as well as my bones feel like I have been through a damn meat grinder and I can't seem to get myself to function.

"I would get you some water to help your parched throat, but as you can see, I'm dead." I blink over at her. I lick my parched lips and begin to try and wet my mouth with what little saliva I can manage to create. I swallow a few times, wincing at the burn in my dry throat.