A DEMON, NO THE DEVIL HIMSELF

ELIAS

….

Third stupid year started some weeks ago, and men! I feel on top of the world, cause not only would I be out of the fucking hellhole soon, but also because of the fact that am all alone, just like how I like it.

Alone?

Why on earth would anyone like to be alone?

To give a brief flashback, let me take you back to my pathetic damn sad story.

First year: I was bullied like a complete dickhead, that nothing good I do made anyone happy, they didn't even fucking cared that I was a living human, but that wasn't the climax, hell no!. The climax was my father, the only family I had left, dying and leaving me behind all alone, but life, fucking life finally became absolutely shitty and pointless when I found out that the fucking one I dated, only dated me so that he could learn all my secrets and sell me off to the freaking bullies, that was the finally draw...

It made me cut myself away from the world, and vow to never tolerate any shit from anyone ever again. Fast forward to the present and a brief introduction, I am Elias, the mysterious heartless dangerous guy that's immune to any emotion apart from anger and violence, and the mad depressed guy who cuts himself when he feels worthless, blah blah blah…

In conclusion, I am no prince charming, especially when I fought like a mad man with my roommate and his damn friend, after they decided to bring alcohol into the room.

One ended up dying because he was a fucking drunkard, while the other damn one ran away like a stupid loser, and accused me of being the murderer (How wonderful), and trust me, I was kinda grateful for it, cause I would actually be put behind bars, like what I freaking wanted, cause I wanted to leave this hellhole university cause I have no damn interest in graduating, but no, the damn housemaster just had to defend me like an angel, and refuse to let me go, my inner demons tells me he did that out of pity, but I want no fucking person's pity.

Anyway and on the bright side, even though the fucking housemaster defended me, save my ass, and made the case die down, still every useless beings still gossip about me, and stay far away from me, and so far so good, it has given me peace, but this peace of mind didn't lasted long than I expected, cause today, the damn door in a long time barged open, and a damn pathetic human walked in....

"What the fuck!.."

....

LUCAS

....

"It's now or never"

I whispered inwardly to myself, slipped my useless dead phone into my pant's pocket, as I took one last deep breath, and knocked on the door with my racing heart, but when no one replied and it remained dead silent, I decided to open the door, but immediately I as much took a step inside, I saw....him, a guy, he was staring at the outside window, and his back was facing me, so I couldn't see his face, but all I knew was that he had this tall somewhat...sexy figure, he was taller than me, that's for sure, and it immediately got my damn perverted mind thinking, but I immediately snapped myself out of it, and decided to act normal

"H...hi"

Damnit, I stammered!

I swore at my stupid self, and placed my palm on the back of my head nervously, in hope he would let my stammering word slide, and finally bring himself out of whatever he was thinking, and look at me, but he didn't even move a muscle, and it made my heart race, cause it didn't look normal to still stay still, and...and...

"Was he even alive?"

A damn thought popped into my head, and made my heart race faster, so I dropped the bags I was holding on my other hand, and decided to walk up to him.

"Hello, your new roommate is here..."

I spoke out as I moved more step closer, even though men!, it was a completely cheesy thing to say, but...but he still didn't reply, and it made me increase my footsteps to meet him, until I saw close enough, but before I could as much finally place my hand on his shoulder, and touch him, he turns around at last, but immediately he does so, he slaps my head as if I was some kind of virus

"Don't you even dare"

He mumbled a deadly comeback as he looked away, shifted away from me, and gave us distance, and it kinda made the fear and nervousness I had, replaced with this dumbfounded expression, cause I literally didn't understand what was happening, and what kind of fucking roommate behaves so coldly to his new roommate on the first day, and it made me so angry, but I still wanted to let out my frustration in a calm manner, cause of what the housemaster had told me, but before I could, I heard him mumble something out to himself, but it was loud enough for me to hear

"What gave the fucking old man the right to bring some dickhead in here?..."

He mumbled, and squeezed his face, I was the dickhead he was referring to, the dickhead who was so dumbfounded

What on earth is literally happening right now!

The frustrated side of me took over, and made my lips finally parted out angrily

"Excuse me, but..."

I looked at the side of his face I could see, and tried to speak, to ask him that wasn't it too cold to insult me, a stranger he had never seen before, right in my face, but hell no, this Mr. cold guy cuts my words off again like a sharp knife

"If you don't want this to be your worst last two years here, you need to leave"

It wasn't a plea, it was a fucking goddamn threat!

He arched one of his eyebrows up, and finally looked at my face, and gives me this kind of somewhat deadly glare, but I don't feel too frightened, instead all I see behind the façade of coldness is something dying, something partly alive, as if he was into drugs or something, but it was definitely something so wrong

"Was he even alright?"

The thought flashed into my head, but I didn't wanted to show it, hell no, cause it felt like pity would be the last thing he wanted from me, so I mentally slapped myself, and parted my lips again

"But I have already moved in, and I've..."

But before I could complete this sentence as well, he moves closer to me, and pierced his dark ocean eyes deep into mine. He was fucking glaring at me, trying to peak into my soul, to crush it maybe, and it was working, men it was so damn scary, and literally made my heart jump into my mouth, but I hated it, I hated this control, power...

Damn this shit!

I screamed inwardly to myself and tried to back away from him, but I miss my footstep, and land on my butt on the hard floor, but the worst part?, the worst part was this blue eyes heartless guy didn't even help me up like they do in movies, but rather scoffed out, and placed his hands on his baggy jeans pocket as he looked at me all the way down

"I don't think your damn head understand that this room is condemned, cursed, haunted, cause the person that was here..."

He stops his sentence, and I bet he fucking did that intentionally to make me more scared, and damn it worked!, it worked so well, and made me immediately parted my lips

"What ha...happened to the person!"

I looked at him all the way up like a lost baby, and stammered out even though I didn't fucking wanted to, and to be honest, I thought I saw a wicked little smile creep up on his lips, but it immediately vanished away, so I guess I was seeing things, and...

"He died like a loser..."

His husky low voice cut me off heartlessly as he hit my leg intentionally, and walked away from my front, and I guess it was because he didn't wanted to look at my miserable face, but still, my lips that didn't care if he was that wicked, blurted out a loud "WHAT??", and immediately I yelled out, I heard his voice, he scoffed out, and I bet he was enjoying every bit of it, and it made me freaking hate the fact that I was such a damn scared baby, but what could I do when every of his words sounded like poison to me

"Oh, so the old man didn't tell you?"

I heard his low voice again, he asked me, and scoffed out even louder a frustrated mocking one

"Scared, aren't you?"

I heard his voice, and defend to myself, but my tongue is tied again

"If you don't want to die, then leave"

But when I heard him mention death, I lose it, and snapped at last

"Stop freaking saying death, it freaks me out"

I gather the little courage I had in me, and yell out as soon as I got up from the floor to my feet, but he turned around, glanced at my pathetic self with the same blank cold expression on his face, before walking out of the room, and leaving me with my shaky breathing. I was literally hyperventilating, and that was when I finally realized I had walked into the valley of death!

Was he a demon?, I don't think so...

HE WAS THE DEVIL HIMSELF!