I have never known what should be so mystic about women with self confidence. Now I do, definitely. You won't describe the special physics, unless you see one. It is above all expectations of every human being. So she is not human...

"Why are you on earth, my darling? Don't you know, it can be dangerous here? Especially for demon."

She want to test my qualities. But I'm no low class demon, I am the devil himself. Nobody knows all my abilities, nevertheless he is dead. I have made sure of it, calm is better than an everyday action.

"I hoped you would answer me this question. Apparently, you can't", teasing her nerves.

She only smiles as a respond. On some terms we could get along, so much is clear. I have learned to know her already. So my expectation, she is going to start a fight with me, vanished like a glimpse of hope in a sad situation. She is running away! Why?

Before I can handle the situation, my feets are running after her. Althought I am starved and look like pest and cholera, I am managing to run faster than her. With her trained body, my unability to teleport is a disadvantage.
Even if I am a bit slower, my devilish ways can catch the sexy lady.

As I'm putting my arm around her shoulders and pulling her legs between mine, I am gettig her in a uncomfortable situation. Somehow I like it. Really.

"So my darling. Care to explain, why you run from me? So fast. So fearful. Tell me the truth, are you afraid of me? Or is something other bothering your mind?" A negative disatvantage of my carefree personality is that I like to torture people. Not in dying kind, but in cases like her in a little harassing, sexual way. I can't help myself.

"Come on! Stop this!", she starts to order me around.

"Why should I? Tell me the truth and I will let you go." I don't need to explain, I have never made any promises and I won't do such useless stuff. But what she doesn't know.....

"Never." Taking my hand to her shoulders, about her breasts and her belly to her mid, she begins to breath harder. Nobody resists me. The devil will always win.

"Please stop! I can't take anymore of your crazy ways." She is begging me to let go off her.

"See, it is pretty important to me, to live my person. If I wouldn't handle like a devilish creature, the who am I?" Pretty philosophical, mister.

"Yeah, yeah, you are right. So, take your hands off my marvellous body."

Oh, I think she needs a lesson about good manners.

"Oh sorry, my little, fragile princess. I could hit me for my foolness, so I beg you for forgiveness." That's the joke of the year, or better the last decade. Of course, it is not, because I had lyed under the earth for nearly fivehundred years. Too long, to have any use.

"Ha, I don't believe you. No dignity you have. What have you at all? Shame? No! You are a annoying man, who can not let his fingers off me. So please do me this favor, let it be!"

"That was a virtously speech. So much for your good side. But to be preciously, I didn't like it." I am making my statement clear enough. Nonetheless she is daring to speak again.

"Thank you." She only answers. I don't buy it, that is like buying a bag of trash. Better to take her with me, instead to let her behind. Who knows, what she is going to plan against me? A woman can do very unexpected things. Since the day of my birth the female gender is inexplicable.

Frankly, I am glad to know a way to find the reason behind all this theater. Maybe it's even her, who lets me suffer. Maybe it's some hidden figure, which will only interact, if it don't make any dubious actions.

I let go off her arms and throw her about my shoulders. Whatever, she can be my chance to the outside world. I should take it. Maybe, she can help me?

So I'm running through the streets with a golden maid in my hands. Rather a stubborn demon lady. She fights against my firm grip and trys to free herself.

Street laterns are crossing our way, many little family houses are passing, but I still don't find a place to be comfortable. My mouth heaves a sigh, my hand puts the brunette on the earth and hits her unconscious. Damn, what should I do with her?

My figure is moving around an old shelter, seeing what stuff the place hides. It is a loft, an antique fabric house.

As I am hearing noises from the etage downstairs, I'm running to the once lifeless body. The golden maid trys to get away through the window. The window cannot be opened.

I pull her wrists together, so I am taking her back in the safe middle of the rustical building.