Pisachas

AN/ I was really surprised where this one took me. Hope you like it as well. ~Eisac

Chapter Thirteen

Gilia did not want to stay in that bedroom alone anymore. All it did was remind her of Sach and what they could possibly have. She had come to grips with the fact, Gilia most definitely wanted him. But now that she realized the truth, it wasn't possible for them to be together yet. Dammit!

Why did things like this always happen to her? If she didn't want something it was always around, and if she wanted something it was beyond her grasp. Figures, she mused.

Gilia threw a tiny piece of wood she'd been fiddling with into the fire in the library, watching it instantly sear. Well, it was a study really, but considering it didn't have a big, fluffy, inviting bed in it…Gilia was happy to be there. She tossed her feet up on the lounge and laid back. Surely she'd be able to come up with a solution to their problems. Hah, yeah right, she thought. Sach was a beautiful immortal, Satan was lurking a few floors down with evil minions, Balan was probably somewhere nearby with powers like Sach's…and Gilia was a little human trapped in this gigantic Underworld with not a magical bone in her body. And she actually thought she could solve their problems? And cows are purple, she laughed.

If there was a resolution to this mess, Gilia had faith Sach would find it. She had to believe he would.

The soft crackling of flames as she laid there was soothing and old memories of Christmas's as a child came back to Gilia, when it was actually cold enough in the south to have fires. She could remember sitting on the bricks next to her dad, warming their backs. Every time a log would snap, Gilia would jump and watch her father chuckle at her skittishness. He'd always let her help poke the dying embers and put fresh logs in to make it last and last. The heavy smoke dried her eyes and made them burn when she got to close, but the smell was always the best part, thick and sooty. That and the sweet cookies Sibell had baking for Santa.

How many days or even months had it been since she'd been home? Man, she missed her family so much. If only there was a way to at least see them one last time. Say goodbye.

Gilia turned on her side away from the fire to stop her happy childhood memories from torturing her. She didn't want to think about them, it only made things harder and more painful. And finally Gilia's eyes began to droop right before darkness took over.

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When she became aware, it had been something tickling her legs that startled her awake. The warmth of the fire was almost gone from Gilia's skin and she opened her eyes hoping there was enough light to see around the room. There was, but it was faint like a nightlight in a child's room. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and tried to focus. A tickle traveled up her right leg…her bare legs. Where the hell were her pants?

Just as she sat up to look around the floor for them, a face rushed up from the shadows and hovered over her. Long raven hair hung around his features brushing against her arms now. It was Sach! "You're back! How long was I out?"

He didn't answer. Instead he climbed the rest the way up on the lounge pressing his self between her legs that had instinctively wrapped around him. Gilia could tell through the thin black pants he normally wore, there was nothing else barricading his hot, firm need for her. He bent down to kiss her hard, harder than he'd ever kissed her to the point of pain. "Sach," she breathed. "I thought you said we couldn't yet?"

Gilia hated herself for questioning him, when she wanted this just as badly, but he was acting so strange. "Sach, say something," she demanded.

When he still didn't answer her, Gilia pushed him away to look him in the eyes. The ice blue stared back, but she noticed a band of gold surrounding the pupil that hadn't been there before. A grin formed on his face that was so eerie, it frightened Gilia to the point she was really shoving him off her now. "What's the matter?" he finally said, but it wasn't Sach's voice. It was his.

The raven hair, blue eyes and foul grin transformed into shorter black hair, creepy gold eyes and an even scarier smile. Satan. "Get off of me!" Gilia screamed. "How did you get in here?"

"The Underworld is my domain and I can go where I please," he sneered, not moving an inch off her. Gilia kicked and squirmed, but it was no use. He was incredibly strong. Satan held her flailing arms above her head and ducked his nose against her neck, like sniffing a bouquet. "You smell better than I imagined for a mere human."

Gilia kept her gaze to the stone ceiling and tried to hold back the few tears that slipped down her cheeks. He might noticed them, but she be damned if he'd hear her cry. "What do you want?" she asked through clenched teeth.

"I want to have some fun with you, Gilia." His laughter was like a hiss and then a familiar wave of pleasure stormed her body, causing it to lift brushing against his. "Ah, yes, you will be most responsive to me, chère."

Gilia twisted and lashed out one more time, which had been just as feeble as the first time. "No! What have you done with Sach?"

He held her still, "Don't you worry about him, chère. After I'm done with you, your draw to him will be severed. You will love me."

"Like hell!" she shouted. Satan laughed at her choice words and finally lifted off her.

"Come now, I will take you to your new home." He held his hand out, but Gilia knocked it away and jumped up, running for the door. In a flash, Satan was standing in front of her, blocking her path. "No my sweet…with me."

"I'm not your sweet and I'm not going anywhere with you!" She could feel her heart beat pounding in her head. Gilia was scared to death, but that didn't stop her from trying to escape. She bolted to the left, then switched gears as he followed, whipping around his right. She made it into the hallway, her feet far ahead of her brain. Gilia had no idea where she was going, but was relieved when she'd slipped into another room with a hidden jelly door. Surely he didn't know about the secret rooms, she mused.

It was dark and a large dining table stretched the entire length. Twenty chairs or more surrounded it, paintings hung on the walls, a glass chandelier hung from above and a bowl of rotten fruit sat as a centerpiece. Gilia didn't see the cobwebs attached everywhere until they were stuck in her hair, down her arms and wrapped around her fingers as she batted them off.

She crouched down, crawling between two chairs underneath the massive table. Gilia felt like a child hiding from her parents after doing something bad. But she feared Satan's punishment would be something much more severe than a simple spanking. Oh God in Heaven, help her!

Gilia quit breathing all together when she heard footsteps coming from inside the room. She pressed her hand over her mouth and nose to muffle any sounds she made. Her knees were wobbly and her palm that held her up on the floor was throbbing, but she dared not move an inch. More footsteps walking around the table. They were closer to her left now. She felt like a mouse waiting for the cat to pounce. A chair slid to the side. Shit, he'd found her surely.

When no one knelt down to crawl under the table with her, Gilia for a moment thought she was safe, but a piercing scream ripped from her vocal cords when her feet were being pulled from behind her. She was dragged out from under the table and yanked up on her feet faster than she could process what was happening. "Did you enjoy that?" Satan laughed. "I figured giving you a bit of head start would make this more fun. But certainly you realize you won't be able to escape me."

His laugh was robust, but for a moment Gilia could have sworn it got deeper, too deep for any mortal. She shivered in his arms. "Come, I tire of this place."

"But…But you can't take me down to your level! I'll freeze to death!"

"Don't be ridiculous. I'd never let that happen. Unless you betrayed me, that is…" his serious expression told Gilia he was not kidding and she forced herself to walk with him. Instead of the wind of smoke and blackness Sach conjures to move through this place, Satan merely walked head first into a circular hole that'd appeared before them. It looked like a black hole or worm hole from outer space, but once they stepped through it another opening appeared on the other end. And they were standing in a bed chamber of white. Everything was immaculately, spotless white. Except for the blood red tree trunk, as thick as fifteen men huddled together, protruding up from the floor and through the ceiling. A few heavy branches hung low around it dripping what looked like real blood from rough the ends. Dark puddles soaked into the white carpet like spilt wine only thicker, leaving a hard to miss gruesome sight.

Gilia shook her head over and over backing away. "No please! I can't stay here."

"It is my home, chère. And it will be yours too. You will become accustomed to the sight. This tree is a representation of where I'm forced to reside…earth. And it carries the blood of the deceased. When a human is buried, their life force returns to wince it came."

"Do not be frightened," Satan led her over towards the bed and let her sit. Gilia really didn't want to be anywhere near it with him around, but she knew there would be no use fighting him. He was the devil for goodness sake and she was mortal.

She watched him glide towards a white cabinet with white porcelain vases lining the top. His head ducked inside a moment and resurfaced with two glasses and a crystal canister of what looked like bourbon. Satan poured out two healthy portions and held a glass in front of Gilia. "Drink this. It will make you feel better."

Her hand shook as she clasped the glass of amber liquid, but she didn't toss it back as Satan had his. "You can drink like a human?" she asked.

"Well, alcohol doesn't affect me like it would a human, but I do take pleasure in the taste."

It probably wasn't a good idea to drink such a potent drink at a time like this, but Gilia knew she needed something for her nerves. The alcohol was jostling inside the glass so bad, she was afraid she might spill it, but managed to get it to her lips. The moment the liquid hit the inside of her mouth, everything including her nostrils began to burn. And it burned all the way down her throat and settled flaming deep in her stomach. It took her breath away and Gilia cough hard, but after catching her breath, she swallowed the rest in one gulp. This time it didn't burn near as bad. And Gilia only cleared her throat to get rid of the tickle.

"Good stuff, huh?" Satan said pouring another.

Well, she wouldn't say that, but it would do under the circumstances. If Gilia was going to be stuck here with him, maybe it would be a good idea to drink herself silly. Maybe she won't remember a thing. "It's alright. I haven't had much experience with alcohol."

"Ah, that's right…you're still very young." He handed her the glass again and watched her knock that one back like it were water in the driest desert. "That's enough. Not too much."

Gilia didn't care, what she had drunk was already getting to her head. The white furniture, including the bed, began moving on their own. Keeping her gaze on one side of the room, Gilia did not want to see the horrible bloody tree, especially while she was intoxicated. She feared it'd might make her sick.

"I apologize if my tree upsets you. I did not put it there, God did. He wishes I be reminded everyday of why I'm here, not that it's necessary. It is hard to forget turning your back on someone so powerful, forcing you to fall so far." Satan turned from the bed and walked across the room. He looked so much like her Sach from the back. The only difference was his hair, much shorter and greasy in a 50s kind of way. The black slacks and no shirt definitely aided in the similarities, but then again that was how he'd tricked her. The bastard, she thought.

Gilia stood up and marched over to him. The alcohol still burning in her empty stomach gave her the courage. "Why did you have to ruin everything?" she said punching his left shoulder from behind.

He whirled around, shocked at the sudden attack. "What in the world, woman?"

"This is bullshit! You didn't bring me here cause you 'love me'! Why did you take me?" Gilia knew it probably wasn't a good idea to provoke Satan, but the bourbon made her feel strong and she wanted answers.

His firm hands clasped her shoulders roughly. "Nathaniel is barely in my grasp and one night with you will make him slip right out."

"What?"

"Don't you see? You're precious Sach is no more evil than I am good. If he reclaims his soul, I will only be able to persuade him to act evil, instead of force him. And I know his soul; he won't be that man again. He was once a long time ago, but I can feel it there, his guilt and regret. I'll lose a fucking servant if he screws you!"

Wind whipped past Gilia as she flew through the air, hit the wall hard, knocking her breath away and falling onto the stiff bed. He'd tossed her like she weighed nothing more than a paper clip. Her back and shoulder blades were marred from the impact and it took a moment before Gilia was able to roll over on the bed. She glanced around expecting to see Satan standing there seething, but he wasn't. Instead, a rough hand grabbed a handful of her hair and dragged her off the mattress; her tailbone hitting the floor with a thud.

Her upper body followed shortly with a thud against something coarse and sticky. No! He had her up against the disgusting tree. Thick droplets of liquid ran down the back of her neck into her shirt. The smell was so unbearable; she could almost taste the metallic flavor on her tongue.

"Punch me again and I'll kill you, chère. I don't want to, but I will if I have to." Satan squatted down in front of her, brushed her hair back from her face in a caressing way. "Now, I want you to take your clothes off."

Had she heard him right? Immediately her legs pressed tighter together as she held her shirt down over her waist. She could feel the blood soaking into her underwear, but that was better than not having any at all.

"I don't have all day, Gilia," he smirked.

"No, I won't do it," she stated and held her arms close around herself. He'd have to do it himself if it was going to happen.

And of course, as she feared, that's what happened. "I didn't think so," he said pulling her arms apart. She wished Sach was would come and save her again, before this evil being could do anything else. Please, God, let Sach come, she pleaded in her mind.

Satan yanked her shirt over her head easily and ended up using one of his longer fingernails to rip her panties off. Her knees instinctively rose up as did her arms wrapping around them. He took her clothes and laid them out over a crisp white chair, putting blood stains on it as well. It must be hard keeping this place immaculate, she mused. She almost laughed at herself for thinking such rational things at a time like this. It was probably her minds way of keeping herself calm.

"Now stand up or I'll make you."

Hesitantly, she complied in fear of the consequences. "Very good. We are making progress."

A glistening in his eyes as Satan glared up and down her nude body made Gilia want to puke. She felt like a turkey dinner that had him licking his lips. Not to mention the drips of blood now running down her legs as well.

"Turn around, face the tree." As she stood there, naked and shivering, she waited for what would happen next. Gilia prayed he wasn't about to start whipping her or something horrible like that. When she felt his freezing hands run down her back, Gilia yelped and turned her head around. "What are you doing…"

"Shh. Just close your eyes and enjoy this." Satan's hands were smeared with blood. He was catching it from the branches and rubbing it all over her skin. Gilia swallowed the bile and did as he commanded, shutting her eyes. This was the creepiest and most disgusting thing that'd ever happened to her and she couldn't watch. This guy was really screwed up in the head and Gilia could imagine why God kicked him out of the pearly gates on his ass. She would have too.

Satan smoothed his hands around her sides and ran them up over her breasts. His chest was pressed against her back. He was so incredibly cold, Gilia's teeth were chattering. He made her head rest on his shoulder as he sent a rush of pleasure through her body warming it up. His icy fingers slowly slid down her stomach, past her belly button and over the mound, cupping her womanhood. She winced, but couldn't move away. He had her in some awkward vice hold with his arms around her. "Please, I'm begging you. Don't do this."

Her body had burned all the alcohol off and her mind was clear. A constant dripping of blood from branches to carpet was driving her crazy as well as his freezing fingers, threatening to slip inside her. "Oh, but you will like it, chère. I promise."

He kissed the side of her head and weakness got the best of her. She bit her lip to muffle a small cry and felt his fingers dip between her lips. Gilia gasped as her knees almost gave out on her. Or he was holding her up. Either way wouldn't have stopped the burst of cold pleasure slither over her clitoris and creep deep inside her. He rubbed gently back and forth, back and forth until Gilia was almost screaming in agony. There was so much pleasure, it was borderline pain. She didn't think she could take it anymore, when Satan moved her to the floor on her back and forced his fingers even deeper. "Dear, God what are you doing to me?" she cried.

"I'm not God, honey. And it's only the beginning."

AN/ Hehe sorry to leave you hanging like this, but I couldn't resist cutting it there. Plus I've got some big decisions to make for Gilia :). Cockblocker I know. ~Eisac