Devils mate

Chapter 1

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•WARNING•
this chapter contains some violence

*Buers pov*
I laughed mercy-less as I tore apart a tattered old man. He screamed for help as I cut from the top of his shoulder to each of his finger tips. This man is now in hell for unspeakable things he did in the ' physical' world that I have to punish him for. My father the devil himself had assigned me to break this man for an entirety. It's a very tedious thing, breaking someone.

I was now 18 and about to find my mate. A mate was something all supernatural creatures had. Legend says they have a bond that cannot be broken. My father wanted me to take more responsibility because of my age which meant more torturing in hell itself. I had no idea what to expect if I had a mate. Fate would soon give me a women that I'm supposedly supposed to be with forever.

   In my free time I do have to go to the physical world to make peoples lives an actual "living hell." It all comes with the life of being the son of the devil.  When I do this I usually go for the people who are materialistic because they feel less, and I like a challenge. You may think I am a cruel man but I am no man.
I am a demon. Not just any demon, but the son of the death bringer himself.

I get lost in my thoughts as I torture this cruel man. My horns grew out of my head in a slow notation along with my claws and fangs as I get angrier. I reach into his head and pull out his most beloved memory. I then crumbled the memory and distorted it making him see things in it that we never there. The man sat there in a corner hitting himself in the head to try and rid himself of the memory I just ruined. I left him there pleased with my work. I felt no remorse.

Other than being a devil and having to tend to the needs of hell I was also a college student on earth.
Weird
Yes I know it is. It's the only way to get close to people that need punishment on earth.

*Markaira's pov* pronounced ( Ma- car- I- a)
Beep
Beep
Beep
I didn't want to wake up, but I knew I had to get ready for my classes.
Five more minutes wouldn't hurt.
No no I couldn't.
I got up sleepily and rubbed my eyes. I slowly made my way to the bathroom to get ready.
I lived in the dorms with my roommate, her nickname is 'twig'.
It was only the first week I had been here so I hadn't really got to know her but she seem incredibly nice.

Before I knew it the water in the shower had already run cold and I needed to get out.
I soon got dresses in sweat pants and my boyfriends sweatshirt. I put my long blonde hair in a side braid and walked out the door, heading to my lecture.  I was still really new to this since I had only been here a few weeks.

As I walked into the lecture room, there wasn't anyone there expect for a man that seemed maybe a little older than me.
I had been wanting to make some friends so I sat down next to him.

I don't know why but I was drawn to him in a sense. As weird as it sounded I liked the feeling.

I plopped down on the seat to his right. He was wearing a black sweatshirt with black ripped jeans. His curly black hair seemed soft. His face looked like it was craved to perfection by god himself. I saw a few tattoos on his hands and legs. There were a few tattoos on his neck of roses. He was beautiful, and I couldn't help but stare.

I think he noticed because he stared right back at me. His soft blue eyes bore into mine. His actions made me feel a bit self conscious.

This man was very good looking but I needed to stop drooling over him. I do have a fantastic boyfriend.  Not one of us said a word, but the silence was comfortable.

There was still 10 min before the lecture started so I took out my notes and started to study them. This class was physiologically my favorite subject and I had a craving for learning.

*Buers pov*

I stared at this beautiful species in front of me.
She was my mate, I could feel it. It was hard not to take her right there.
I started to get angry as her thoughts wandered to her 'boyfriend'
I muttered the word 'mine' under my breath as I panted.
My horns started to grow and so did my claws.
I could not control myself around her.
no one was in the classroom yet, it was just me and her. What I did next surprised me.

I grabbed her by the waist and ran to my apartment using super speed. I made sure my claws did not scrape her delicate frame. She cried for me to let go, her screams were heartbreaking. We arrived at my apartment very soon. She looked at me with pure fear. Her eyes red from crying as she backed away from me with her eyes still closed. It seemed as if she hadn't seen my eyes black or my horns out.

"Please don't rape me, don't touch me please," she said as she lay in the fetal position.

"I would never do such a thing to anyone," I said hoping she would trust my words.

She said nothing to my words.

She stood slowly with a hand in her bag, probably holding a weapon of some sort.

My horns sticking out and my eyes black. She studied me from a distance. Then she did the unpredictable and started laughing. Her weight then started to tip as she started to fall backwards.
I catch her just in time as she passes out.