A Demon's Regret
Feeling uncharacteristically tranquil, I returned to my map room. Flicking the switch, it was just as I had known it would be- a lone spike, pulsing brightly, rose from Cincinnati, Ohio. For this final trip in my long journey, I had no need to bring up the information. The time had come to beg forgiveness from the very last of my living marks- my beloved.
Our contract was still intact, true. But then I had not yet fulfilled the whole of my part of our pact with Adonai. I owed my darling peach an apology.
I had not thought to include (Y/N) among the women to whom I needed to make reparation, but who could possibly deserve it more? I had seduced her and compelled her to push past the limitations with which she was comfortable. I had feasted on her love as I took her. Only a short time after I had told her I loved her in return and expected her to believe it! I had convinced her to bargain with both the Almighty and the Devil. All this coming from the first demon she had ever met, within only a few days! I had then disappeared, leaving a demon unknown to her in my place, giving vague assurances that I would one day return. I had been gone for far longer than the time we had shared together. On top of all that, I had just assumed that she would leave her human life, family, friends, and career so as to join me in immortality in the place she knew as Hell.
Considering that smorgasbord, the returning fear that (Y/N) had not waited for me stabbed sharp, twisting and stinging in my guts. For a moment a mix of panic and despair filled me. Having known her, a life without (Y/N) would be a life far more lonely and joyless than I had heretofore known.
But then I recalled her smile, her warm (Y/E/C) eyes, and the strong beat of her heart as she told me, without reservation, that she loved me. I took a deep breath, soothed by my memories of her, still so bright. Though I had put her through more than most humans withstood in a lifetime, I believed in our love. I had faith that she was awaiting me steadfastly, just as I had remained dedicated to her as I had worked through my assigned labors to earn the right to her love.
Taking one, last, deep breath, I held it for a moment before exhaling slowly. Then I jumped through the barrier.
Every day and night, for months, I had missed Andy. But tonight the pain was particularly caustic. Not even the brand new episode of Drag Race had lessened it. In true bff fashion, Ash had suggested we eat ice cream and waffles to drown our sorrows, and I had agreed wholeheartedly.
Getting out my waffle iron from the kitchen cupboard, I frowned as I looked for the waffle mix. Andy had loved my waffles. My lower lip trembled as my eyes started to water. I missed him so much, dammit!
Just as I found the mix, that same, old fear crept, oily and sinister, into my belly. What if Andy had forgotten about me? What if the brief calls we’d shared had all been some sort of cruel trick? Now that I thought about it, when had I last heard from him?
But then I thought of Andy smiling at me, his feline eyes so blue and bright they shamed the sky. How his tailed had curled so tightly with apprehension when he had told me he loved me for the first time. I felt the doubts and insecurities dissipate. The Devil’s trueborn son or not, I had faith in Andy and our love.
I found the box of waffle mix and set it on the counter. Still feeling emotionally vulnerable, I took a second to walk over to the bookshelves for what must have been the hundredth time. There, carefully displayed against a small decorative gargoyle, was the contract Andy had made for me. “I, Andrew, son of Christopher, am in love with (Y/N) (Y/L/N).”
For the first time all day, I felt optimistic. In a jiffy I had the waffle iron on to preheat, and soon after that I was measuring out the mix.
At least I had finally finished disposing of the suspicious, not-quite-mystery packages that Ash had given me… I had followed my gut when it came to listening to his firm directions not to open them; I’d taken each one straight to the garbage compactor. Though I trusted Ashley, they’d still made me massively uncomfortable. I just…
Smelling burning, I checked the waffle iron, but it was still cool. It was old, and took a while to heat up. So what could possibly be causing…
I hope that anyone still interested in this story enjoys.
Once again, none of my stories are abandoned. I am just having health problems that interfere with writing. :3