Meeting The Demon King

I closed the door as I heard my parents fighting in the lounge. I keep on pretending not to be disturbed but those noises keep on tearing me apart.

“I’m going to leave this f*cking house!” My father broke the jar then angrily slapped my mom.

“Go ahead! Pack up your clothes and choose her over us!” She held back her tears and kicked him out of the door.

I viewed my father kicking his car outside. He looked up and saw me behind the curtains and acted like he doesn’t even care.

That moment, I already lost my hope towards myself. I pulled up the rope in the ceiling then tied them up slowly. I was crying knowing that I’m going to hang myself up just to get rid of the pain.

“Emerald? Dear, are you okay?” I heard my mom continously knocking on my door but I just closed my eyes until all the pain and my breathing had stopped.

I saw a light blinding my eyes and there are two people arguing in front of me. It was blurry and  I wasn’t able to move but I could hear all of their conversations.

“According to him, we must sent her below....”

“Are you sure? I think this girl should be sent above....”

“No, we must follow the instructions and we must sent her below....”

They are fighting and arguing if they will sent me above or below and I don’thave any idea about what are they talking about. But in just a blink in the eye, I felt a sudden pressure on my back. My eyes were open wide and I don’t see any light anymore. It was hot, I could hear those people begging for forgiveness and those anonymous noise gave me strength to move my body until I was already able to get up.

I was shock when I found myself still breathing even if I already tried to kill myself. First, I tend to find my mom but I had a bad doubt that I’m not home. I witnessed different rare creatures flying and walking around me as I slowly hide myself inside the dungeon.

“Where am I? What is this place?” I asked myself as I moved my eyes around. 

“Well, well, well… you’re already here," I heard a man’s voice nearby and I speculated that he’s a threat.

“Who the hell are you?!” I stood up without any hesitation though I might get killed and asked him directly.

“My name is Lucifer Denville, and I’m the demon king. And you’re Emerald Greenfield, my lovely bride,” he simply lowered  his head.

My eyes widen as I got to view a tall man with long black silky hair, white skin, red flaring eyes whose wearing a long black coat with golden chains around him. 

“H-How did you know my name?” I trembled.

“I know you ever since you’re still a human." He slowly walked towards me with his shimmering knife strangled on his hands.

“Stop right there!  You don’t have the right to touch nor hurt me demon!” I stepped back as he stepped forward towards me.

“Listen, I’m not going to hurt you. I’m here to court you for our wedding,” he added.

“W-Wedding?! Are you kidding me? I’m nit going to marry a demon like you!” I rejected him and he just showed me his fearless expression along with his flaring eyes.

I feel nervous when Lucifer started to raise his knife and for the very first time, I run for my life. I threw a rock onto his face and I made him bleed. While running, I saw him holding his face and restraining.

“What am I gonna do now? I can’t believe that I’m in hell!” I attempted to created a friction onto my naked feet to the grass.

I bumped my skin towards the thorny side of the forest and I could feel the pain that my scars had caused me. Everything around me was red and dark, there’s no sunlight to brighten up the surroundings. Since there’s no sunlight, all the flowers, trees and ponds were dead and there was nothing worthy I could found.

“Did God abandoned me for cutting my own life?” I deeply stared at my own reflection down the lifeless river without even noticing that the tears started to fell from my eyes.

Little by little, I could sense that someone’s nearby and I doubt that it was Lucifer. I trembled again and started panicking. I run as fast as I can to escape.

“God, help me!” I looked above and begged for heaven to help me.

I feel hopeless that time, the more that I tried to escape, the more that I feel tired. I’m already chasing my breath and the sweat is condensing onto my neck. 

While suffering down hell, I started to realized how worthy my life is back then. I started to miss my mom whose always worried about me, and now, I’ve got no one to be with.

I cried and cried like a hopeless child. I accidentally stepped onto a broken rock and fall underneath the boiling magma.

“Help!” I screamed while I’m falling for my death.