Illusion of Success

"Azzar? What how did you get here so fast?!"

"I've felt that you needed me."

"Oh... Well I'm leaving. Freaking principal tried to murder me."

He touched Lillith where there was a hole in her clothes. The wound was healed completely. "Where is he?"

I don't know I'm sure he's dead. He said he hated demons and that I should go back to hell... so he stabbed me with some sort of dagger and I couldn't see my magic. ... I don't want to be there anymore..." Lillith looked down.

"I have the week off," he says. "Maybe you could stay at my cottage while everything fixes itself."

"Yeah I think that would be good."

He created a portal. "Ladies and sexy demons first."

Lillith laughed before going into the portal.

He followed shortly after.

The cottage wasn't much, but it was cozy and the few furniture it had was out of ebony. "Sorry, I haven't really had any time to clean up. This place is a mess."

Which was a blatant lie. It was completely tidy.

"This is what you consider a mess? Looked pretty neat to me."

"Really? I thought it was messy," he said. "How was it anyway? Learned anything?"

"Well I learned more on my own than anything...not like it's something useful. Just a cloud of energy."

"Still better than nothing."

"I guess..." Lillith focused in trying to make the illusion.

"I've been thinking," he started. "Now that we're together, don't you think we should-?" He hugged her from behind.

Lillith blushed. "He..he...we should"

He let go of her and led her to the bedroom with a large, queen sized bed. He also closed the door.

There was a knock at the door and when Lillith went to open it, she was greeted by the Devil himself.

"A deal has been made," he said. "Someone traded away his soul for you."

"What?!?" Lillith backed up. "But I have a master!!!"

"A deal's a deal," the Devil proclaimed and a red circle appeared beneath Lillith. "I'm sorry."

The ground beneath her gave way and she was consumed by blackness.

Understandably, Azzar immediately retaliated with an attack and a demand. "Give her back! Take my soul instead!" Azzar attacks did not nothing.

"Yours is corrupted, fragmented. Like a broken piece of machinery, it is of no use to me," the Devil said. "But his soul. The soul of the man who made the deal, his one is pure. Pure evil, but pure nonetheless." Azzar stared in disbelief; he though the Devil was no longer a threat.

"Times they are a changin'" And with those words, he disappeared in a puff of red smoke.

"AZZZARRRRRR!!" That's all Lillith could say before she got consumed by darkness.

She appeared in a dimly lit, gray room, tied to a table.

"Hello Lillith," A very familiar voice greeted her. "How have you been?"

"Voltraire!!!? What!! You?!?!" Lillith tried to turn to ink.

It didn't work.

"The best thing about remembering was the clarity," he rambled, walking around her. "Just yesterday, my head felt completely empty, until your friend sparked an interest. A sudden jolt of associations. Evil, she called me."