Dark Path to Heaven [Demon Romance]

Chapter 33

Right. I couldn't begin to imagine what kind of terrors would creep around us when it became dark. For the moment, I was astonished by the total absence of roads before us. There was only a vast, silent, never-ending forest. That was nothing like I imagined it while I was inside the enclosed campus area; I had always been somewhat accustomed to crowds. 

Astaroth took my hand and started walking towards the unknown.

"Do people use their magic to commute here?"

"Yes. I could teleport us somewhere but I'm not sure if they'll accept us easily. I have to save as much energy as possible in case of a fight."

"I see... I can't help feeling like a dead weight."

"Don't make me prove you wrong while we're out here," he threatened with a sinister smile. "Besides, it's me they wouldn't accept at an inn, not you."

Somehow, I felt that this was one crucial piece of information.

"Care to elaborate?"

Once again, no answer.

"I'll find out sooner or later, right?" I reluctantly asked as soon as I sensed his usual hesitation.

He nodded solemnly but as he was about to respond I added: "You're like Merihem, right?"

His eyes widened ever so slightly but, other than that, he was behaving normally. It wasn't surprising that I knew, was it?

"The campus has a blinding aura which doesn't allow people to sense of what nature is someone," he started explaining neutrally. "Surely, demons aren't allowed to teach or attend classes but, aside from that, there have been valuable visitors on campus who weren't wizards and didn't want to be treated differently. So, since long before I started working there, that has been the case."

"So is this 'barrier' raised here? Can others identify you as a demon?"

He imperceptibly flinched at my words. "Why are you taking this so easily?"

"I don't know," I shrugged. "Hearing that you killed someone was more shocking. Or maybe I don't know much about demons yet."

"You should be afraid of them," he spoke coldly as if my words had disturbed him.

"The demons I know aren't too terrifying."

Suddenly, Astaroth grabbed my arms and dragged me close so that I looked directly into his eyes.

"I haven't warned you enough, have I?" he was looking at me with pure rage again. "Shall I make you experience pain so that you'll learn?"

No matter his disturbingly apparent sudden change of heart, I couldn't stop myself from wanting to find out more this time. Was it trust that backed my courage or mere ignorance?

"Show me then," I challenged him.

He seemed to be trying to contain himself for a few seconds but a moment later his black hair turned silver. Just like before, his eyes looked somewhat frenzied and I could tell he couldn't think straight. Despite everything, I intended to go further. I wanted to finally see how bad he could really be with me. He wouldn't kill me this time, would he?

Ugh. That thought again. How could we be in a serious relationship when at the same time I was afraid of him taking my life? That was, of course, if we still were in a relationship. All at once, a feeling of emptiness overcame me – as if there would be nothing left to believe in if he betrayed me.

"Is that all you've got?" I asked, so calmly I even shocked myself.

In one swift move, he pushed me against the trunk of a giant tree, my arms still trapped inside the tight grasp of his hands. His skin started changing color and turned into the pitch black of a demon. That was my first time seeing him like this. But that still wasn't his true form, right?

Astaroth could kill me if he wanted to. He had his daggers and, of course, black magic. He could finish me by simply touching my head. There was still sanity inside those crazed eyes, no matter how badly he wanted to convince me of the opposite. I had to admit though, I would never expect him to be in this state. There was something attractive in that form of his. I knew that he wasn't the same as those cold-blooded killers one would hear about on the news. He somehow appeared admirable to me. His violence toward me wasn't meant to destroy but to prove a point. At least, as long as he had control over his brain.

The moment he sensed my approval of his current condition, he seemed to be getting even angrier; He wrapped his arm around my waist and forcefully pulled me closer so that our bodies were touching. When I glanced at his face, I noticed that his eyes, remaining unfocused, were avoiding mine. He started sucking on my neck while his free hand was rubbing the spot between my legs. 

I tried to ignore the pleasure he was giving me and concentrated on the issue at hand.

"Hard to see it as rape when it's consensual," I muttered dizzily, biting back a moan, and demanded more truth: "This is not you, Astaroth! I want to see y–"

"Shut up!" he snarled, cutting me off, and pushed the trunk backward ending up uprooting the entire tree.

Once again, I had landed on my back with him on top of me, his long silver hair embracing the sides of my head. A deep growl from within his throat and the sight before my eyes made me forget about the painful impact of my fall. 

I could now see his true form.

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