The Devil's Apprentice Patrick Stewart (suggested reading TXT) 📖

body remained on the ground. He tried to keep his eyes open, but the lids were heavy. Everything seemed dark.

“Sorry bud,” the voice said. 

Alex tilted his head and saw the blurry figure of Scarlett approach. She stepped over him, one leg either side of his waist.

“Any last words?” she asked.

The effort of opening his mouth hurt. “Anyone tell you what a bitch you are?” he asked, smiling.

Scarlett grabbed him by the head. She placed a hand on each side of his face. Her grip was tight. She squeezed his cheekbones and at the same time, lifted him up off the ground. His cheeks were being crushed and at the same time, his neck felt like it was tearing off.

It was the latter Scarlett seemed intent on doing. She was going to tear his head off. She now had one hand around his neck and the other on his shoulder, both applied pressure in opposite directions. The pain became too much. His head felt like it was going to explode. He wanted to scream in agony, but he held it in. He wasn’t going to give her that satisfaction.

She suddenly let go off him. His body slumped to the ground. Scarlett towered over him, furious.

“Why won’t your head come off?” she screamed.

She kicked him in the stomach. Her foot was bare, but it felt like she wore a shoe studded with thick metal in the toe cap. Alex remained still on the ground as she continued to vent her fury, kicking him all over. It wasn’t so bad. He figured his body was going through shock. Maybe he would feel the pain later. If he didn’t die, that was.

She suddenly stopped kicking him and stepped back. “I’ve never been not able to rip a person’s head off,” she said, her tone suddenly calm and conversational.

Alex turned his head to look up at her. He winced at the pain. “First time for everything,” he said. He smiled. There was a metallic taste in his mouth. Blood.

“You’re really annoying,” she told him.

Alex closed his eyes. “Yup, that’s what I’m aiming for,” he mumbled.

“Don’t go anywhere,” she told him.

Alex wasn’t planning on moving.

“I’m going to cut your guts outs.”

Alex opened his eyes. “How about you don’t do that?”

“I’d have to side with Alex on that one,” a voice said.

Both Alex and Scarlett turned to look down the corridor.

There was a woman standing there. In the dimly lit red space, her pale skin was positively glowing. Her red hair was lush. Her red eyes were piercing and her lips, they seemed to be enchanted. She wore a short white dress with a plunging neckline. It was slit by the left side and revealed her leg.

She looked like a goddess.

Oh, the irony.

The devil smiled down at him.

“Hello, Alex. It’s nice to see you again,” Satani said.

Chapter 35

 

Scarlett and Alex followed Satani down the corridor and up the stairs that seemed to lead into an empty pit of darkness. Alex’s steps were steady. He was still hurting from Scarlett’s beating, but he was recovering quickly. The scars on his back had almost fully healed. His neck was fine too. He wasn’t even afraid of going up the stairs.

It helped to walk behind Satani.

The silky material of the dress hugged her figure. Alex’s eyes were firmly fixed on her derriere. It was perfect. Her red hair came down to her waist. The ends swished left and right as she climbed the steps. She smelt so good too. Intoxicating. Alex felt his intense dislike for the devil wash away.

Her quarters at the top of the Red House of Satan was dim. The floor was made of darkened parquet wood. At the centre was a large open space in a semicircle. Black pillars with arches held up the half dome. Beneath it were three dark green leather settees surrounding a glass coffee table. To the left of the sitting area was a library similar in set-up to Scarlett’s. The wall was stacked with books. Tall shelves crossed out from it in aisles.

Scarlett sat down on the green settee. Scarlett stood with her back against the bannister. Her arms were folded across her chest, over her bare breasts. Yes, she was still naked.

“He would not have made so much noise had I known you were in, Satani,” Scarlett said quietly.

Alex looked back at her, an eyebrow raised. “Yeah, I would have been silent while she beat the shit out of me,” he muttered.

Scarlett stared at him with cold eyes that wished to murder him.

“Some noise it was,” Satani smiled at Alex before looking up at Scarlett. “Any reason in particular why you were trying to rip my pretty little Demon Hunter’s head off?”

Alex frowned. Little? Satani was only five foot eight. He was six and a half. And pretty?

“He annoyed me,” Scarlett said. Her voice was sullen. She wore a pout too.

 “That’s not a good enough reason, is it?”

Scarlett stared at the floor, looking every bit the naughty child called into the headmaster’s office. Her pout grew as she shook her head. Alex enjoyed watching her squirm. The hot bully bitch wasn’t so tough now.

“Go,” Satani gave a wave of her hand. “I’ll deal with you later.”

Scarlett gave a slight bow of the head, then turned and walked down the stairs. Alex watched her go, half expecting her to look back at him and shoot daggers with those eyes of hers. But Scarlett didn’t. Her head lowered, she continued on her way, suddenly submissive. Every demon had to be submissive to Satani, Alex supposed. She was the freaking devil.

“So, Alex,” Satani smiled at him, but there was not much warmth in it. “What do I owe this pleasure to?”

Her features were calm, her voice