Thread: Burning Passions [ Luciel x Ironic ]

Countless words uttered in incoherent shouts flooded his ears, almost making him smile in such an uncalled for situation. He remembered the time when she started speaking in the same way, about how she could have gotten a higher score on some exam if only the teacher listened to her explanations about her essay. Likewise, she said the teacher had lots of explaining to do. Navaeh didn't change, not even a single bit. Her quirks were still there, the same quirks he once fell in love with. Your father's dead, I took his soul as a part of our pact. He met his eyes with hers. I told you to not ask questions until you're ready for them but stubborn as you are, as always, you're scouring through uncharted territories I'm not exactly sure you're ready for. His eyes nearly burned out of annoyance but he sighed and for the first time since they met again, Damian softened up a bit. He stood up from his desk, took the BLT sandwich from the paper bag, and handed it over to her. You're asking questions, I'm going to give you answers I'm sure none of it you'd believe. He walked over to his window, set the curtains aside, and gazed out at the urban scenery outside. 20 years ago, he began, A man named Richard sought the help of Satanists and black magic experts. Most of you people would think these individuals are phonies but some of them, like the guys your father contacted, are real. To put it simply, they gave him the right information to summon a dark entity in exchange of his soul after his death. He could live a good life, give you everything you ever wanted, hell, he could have everything he could ever want and the world won't bat an eye, but at the end of his good life, hell awaits. He moved away from the curtain and resumed his spot on his desk, all the while ignoring her gaze yet he can feel its weight on him. He summoned a demon called Samael. Google him, they got him accurately, at least. A soft chuckle escaped his lips before he cleared his throat and continued. Samael had been in countless pacts since time immemorial and none of which held any meaning to him. It was just an assignment, once which he can do on his free time, but Richard, oh damned Richard, asked him to be his daughter's protector. Samael bound his soul and configured himself to be a human, one which he hadn't done in centuries for the other assignments only needed his guidance and, dare I say, divine intervention, but this one required him to be with the daughter. Damian's body started to quiver and tears, to hell with fucking tears, threatened to escape but he managed to conceal them back inside. That's when he looked at her. And that, my dear Navaeh, he said, is how you suddenly had a guy best friend named Damian Strand. Samael's contract, my contract would have been finished after his death but I... He choked away the pain. ...I can't leave you there. Clearing his throat once more, he then glanced at his watch and without another word, he stood up and gently grabbed her wrist. The first contact nearly broke his facade and melted his hatred away but the pain of the past overpowered. For goodness' sake, Navaeh. Stop being stubborn and let's go. We have to get the doctors heal you and I promise, I'll answer everything else when you're okay. That would be the friendliest attitude Damian could muster then. In the meantime, all he cared about was getting her to the hospital so, silently, he took her to his car and they sped off.