Dear my little devils,

I hope you got so far and enjoyed it, of course. Please comment, give me a statement or write me a message.

Until next time, hell will be opened.

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She is crashing her head against mine. Not prepared, I can't do anything to defend myself completely. As if she knows, her hand catches my throat and god can tell you, she has a firm grip. What kind of supernatural being can make a offensive against the devil himself? Obviously the leader of hell don't need to take a breath to live, but it is indeed a threat.

As I am giving up my self control, my body hits her delicious figure, only the wall itself is now behind her. Clearly, she doesn't understand my instinct to be above her. Stubborn woman.

I take a rope and bind her members together. Her face looks at me, as if I am her death. Maybe. Maybe not. Who knows?

My hands ties hers around a pillar, her chest holds towards my face. My intention to do nothing is going out of the window, like a turbo jumbo.

"What do you want from me?"

"Only an answer, my dear."

"What question?"

Point for her cunning mind. It is a clear cause for her female side.

"Why did you run from me yesterday?"

She won't answer me. I had it known before I asked her.

But two can play the game. I am looking into her eyes, watching her purple iris going wide, letting me into her memories, thoughts and emotions.

It is very intersting. Actually she is here to search me. But I have catched her at first, so I have the upper hand now. A little bit ironical, if you want to ask my opinion.

I feel a growing resistance in her body, nonetheless out of my curiosity, I demand on correct answers.

She is a pure assassin, a fighter with strength and heart. Unless it is a disatvantage or a real danger, she wouldn't run away.

I take hold of her throat and ask: "Why did you flee?"
In ger trance she does recognize the meaning of my words, but she cannot resist to reply.
"I have never meant to make you alive again. My family is in a great debt, nevertheless I don't, who is behind all of that chaos. I only get letters which  contauns a lot of bullshit. Stuff like: I will kill you soon."

Were these comments so difficult to tell. Somebody should understand the brain of women!

As I am removing my mental influence, she complains about her throbbing brain.

"What have you done to me? I'm feeling like a cut cucumber. Not really magnificent. Ahh..."

She gaspes and collapses. Should I take care? Should I have pity? Normally I don't have feelings. When I see into her soul, my heart starts beating again. It begins slowly, then speed is coming.

I take the chains of her hands, touch the wrists and make her - in a gently way - to the old rugged bed. I bed her fragile, but well muscled, body. I have never meant to stay, obviously my eyes are against me. My heart, too.

After a few minutes watching like a dumb stalker is enough, I must go to do something.

Hm. What does a devil in his free time? I don't know, nevertheless I can find out. So I am running through the city, like a crazy person. But it seems that this is a forgotten place. Exactly, a ghost city. No soul is anywhere. My head change in every way, north, east, south and west, nobody is in sight.

My speed let me travel around the whole empty city, my bare feets are touching the asphalt, not stopping because of burning pains. It makes no difference to me. I am not giving up. In reality, it is not hurting me. My brain only thinks it does. But I am mentally strong, a stubborn man, equally to her.

"What's your name?" I am asking her in a hoarse voice.

"I don't know. My head is pounding like a storm. I don't know what to think. Let me in calm."

Her flow of words let me get silent.
But because I am a prince of hell, I cannot be beated.

I take a bunch of her brown hair in between my fingers. As I pull her to me, the bundle is claimed in my hand, she hisses in pain.

"Darling, I ask you a last time. What is your name?"

"Xena."

"Really?" I increase my strength.

"Ah. Let go of me! My name is Veronica. Okay?"

"Yes."