Dantalion of the Goetia: Taste the Obsession of a Demon - Page 31/108

None of this was what I had ever asked for. It wasn't my choice. Dantalion chose me. And Lilith controlled me. Both had use for me. The mist became thick as we ascended down the staircase, back where we began.

Realizing I had been put in danger, Dantalion remembered how he was condemned in the first place. He looked broken. He had lost everything. The warmth of his eyes quickly switched over to his 'demon' self, narrowing into a black emptiness. I wasn't sure which face revealed more pain, his demon form the night he was evoked or his mortal one I was trying to read right now.

He reached toward me, pulling me down hard. We fell to the ground at the base of the stairway, Dantalion leaning on top of me. His body was cold like I remembered. I could see his outline in the dim light. He kissed my lips, his tasted of wine. He gripped my hands inside his, pressing his mortal demon flesh onto mine in thrusts. We became one soul - one lust.

For the first time, I could see a glimmer of a smile, something he never seemed capable of. I wanted to make sure whatever part I played in this demonic pact with Dantalion, there was some type of human emotion beating in his undead heart that was even closely related to love..

I leaned closer, "The words that summoned you were not my own. You know this. Lilith has consumed my body, we are one in the same. My attempt with the dagger did not give you back your immortality. My life, for your salvation. That was the exchange."

"I pulled the dagger from your chest and breathed life back into you. You would have died without my powers to heal. Consider this pact over," Dantalion argued.

Holding back tears, I felt hurt and betrayed. He didn't want anything to do with my lifting his curse to become immortal again. He was not a demon one should want to cross. I didn't know it, but Dantalion was sacrificing his immortality in exchange for my life.

I stumbled past random people up the stairs and into the dark night. The cold air outside moved through my entire body. The legend was true. Samhain was the time when the souls of the dead could cross between the two worlds. I wondered if he would ever find his way back to mine again.