How Ari stumbled upon the world of hell, where people are tortured left right and centre.
She doesn't know it yet, but she's important, and she's going to be the only one who can save the leader from tumbling into the depths of lava pooling at the...
"The devil always gets upset when Sam visits," Xepher explained, eyes on the ground. "He slams doors, punches walls, does anything he can to get his anger out. And sometimes he tortures the people already suffering out there by needlessly throwing them into the prison."
I tried to hide my surprise, but I didn't do a very good job. When I used to get sad, I would start fights with people or drink away the issues... maybe Colby and I weren't so different after all.
After a few moments, Xepher placed a hand on my shoulder and smiled sadly as she began towards the hallway that held everybody's work rooms/offices - like the gym for Mike, an office for Jake and Reggie, a styling room essentially like an armory and a giant closet for Xepher. I wanted only partly to go to my bedroom, though, and that was because of those big double doors behind me.
Oh, screw it.
I walked up and knocked on the door at first, waiting to see if Colby would answer it willingly or not. With no response whatsoever, I carefully pushed the door open and slipped inside. He wasn't in the main room, which left me with three other doors to search. Thankfully, though, one of them was open.
I peeked through the gap to see what appeared to be a normal office with a desk and bookcases, but then I spotted the debris of... something being broken, I couldn't really tell what. There were a couple of piles around the room, and they were all within arm's reach of the devil himself, who sat behind the desk staring intensely at the surface with glowing red eyes.
"Stupid question... but are you okay?" I asked quietly as I just stood in the doorway staring at him.
He didn't say anything for a long moment. In fact, he didn't even move. His silence brought my anxiety levels up, so I chose not to speak anymore. I bent down next to the broken wood and began to pick it up instead, placing it on top of the nearest table. I felt eyes on me when I moved to the second pile, but no words were spoken until it was on the table, too.
"What are you doing?" Colby asked in a firm tone.
I didn't look at him as I picked up a thick piece of wood from the third and final pile. Just as I was about to pick up another, my wrist was caught and the wood was taken out. "Stop."
"What?"
"You don't have to clean up after me. Go find Xepher - I'll grant her a break."
"I just wanted to know if you were okay, and you didn't answer, so I thought I'd help," I replied, snatching the wood from his hand and placing it on the pile. I felt him watching me again as I turned to grab the rest but, for the second time, he caught my wrist.
This time, however, he used it to drag me out of his office and shut the door. "I don't need your help. I can clean up after myself," he told me sternly, staring into my eyes for a moment. When he walked away towards the bed to sit down, I couldn't help but follow him. He didn't object, letting me even sit next to him.
"Do you want to... tell me anything? About Sam or that girl?" My quesion was ignored for a long moment.
But then he turned to look me right in the eyes with a little sigh. "The girl is Katrina. She's Sam's queen - almost - and she used to be one of us. The 'incident' is when she literally backstabbed Tara and ran off with Sam to live in heaven. She's been with him and against us ever since."
"What a bitch," I blurted, only to cover my mouth in embarrassment right after.
To my surprise, however, Colby actually smiled a little. He looked down at his lap where his hands sat and began to fiddle with the rings on his fingers as if he couldn't sit still. He looked upset for sure, and maybe a little nervous too.
Once again, I felt the need to comfort him. I reached across and placed my hand on top of both of his, stopping his movements immediately.
"Katrina was obviously a bad egg, and maybe she was never meant to be apart of you all in the first place. Maybe it's lucky that she's gone now," I whispered.
Silence rung out. Colby was staring at our hands, mine still on top of his. Slowly, he looked up to my face instead and flicked his gaze between my features, ultimately landing on my lips.
"Maybe it was lucky..." he mumbled. I felt his hands shift just before he leaned across the space.
I didn't stop him this time.
Our lips connected and fireworks went off. They went in all different directions thousands of feet into the air. There were real sparks between us that had my stomach churning and my head spinning. Colby must have felt the same thing, because he pushed harder with more enthusiasm and forcibly opened my mouth a little more.
I went along with it, kissing him back just as hard, as the atmosphere around us changed drastically. He was in need of comfort, and I was providing it... in our own weird way.
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His hand lifted to the side of my face as both of mine lifted to his chest, pushing him back. He let me climb up on top of him and straddle his waist, his hands now sliding down to my hips and pulling me in close to his body.
We were both lost for what felt like a really long time. I was making out... with the devil...
