Free Web NovelChapter 7: Used
That night, at one of Ichor’s penthouses. He received a text message from Berry which included a long list of what he needs to do and be to win her over and secure his place as her loyal and obedient intern.
Ichor smiled as he gently made himself comfortable on the polished marble floor, beside a large, curved window that gave a beautiful view of Los Angeles at night.
His house was partly illuminated by dark lamps that cast long, irregular shadows on the walls. The twinkling lights from the world below made his golden gaze look even more ethereal as he swiped on and read the infinite list of dos and don’ts. Her likes and dislikes.
He stretched his long legs, the oversized dark-gold bathrobe with rich Chinese dragons draped over him. Revealing just a bit of his pale, smooth skin and hard muscles. His long hair spilled around him and over his shoulders while that endless smile remained on his lips.
It was clear he was already in love with this mortal just by reading her likes and dislikes.
Berry was kind enough to share one of her socials and the demon chuckled when all her posts were about one of her visits to a farm and someone caught a Ilama spitting in her face and a sheep chewing on her hair as she smiled.
He found himself mirroring her smile as well as he liked every post.
He thought of sending her a friend request but hesitated as he spaced out a bit to remember one of Berry’s do’s and don’ts before he left.
’’Never creep the Boss out. She hates creeps more than anything else and has zero tolerance to people with strange behaviors.’’
Sending her a friend request after being chased out of her workplace really did seem creepy enough for him. Especially how she will be surprised and probably creeped out by how he even got one of her socials.
He smiled again as he opened one of the many expensive wine bottles he has at home and took small sips as he scrolled through her pics that were mostly about her love for animals and cute things.
As time went by, he slowly couldn’t tell what was truly intoxicating him.
Her smile. Her beauty. The way she seemed carefree yet emotionally guarded...
He grabbed the bottle this time and drank. Frowning slightly in disgust at the wine the mortals indulge in. It was nothing compared to the scorching, bitter taste of Hell’s drink.
He let the bottle roll from his hand until it struck the glass wall beside him. He pulled himself on his feet, knocking the glass cup in the process.
But Ichor didn’t care.
He didn’t care as the tiny shards of the broken glass cup cut through his feet and he walked with a trail of gold blood behind him.
He felt the pain, but it was little compared to what he has had to endure.
He entered an almost empty and very dark room with a single canvas and a line of paint and brush neatly arranged beside it. An artist’s chair placed before the blank canvas as he settled before it.
He placed his phone on a stand beside the canvas and zoomed in on the only picture he found of her without animals or food in it.
It was just her and her alone.
And he slowly began to paint what he saw, letting his imagination run through as his golden eyes darkened.
The room was lonely, calm, dark and void of distractions. ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com
His father had almost destroyed him with lightning after discovering he could paint.
He could draw. But his art wasn’t about torture, pain and death.
It wasn’t even about rebellion, sin or something blasphemous.
They were drawings about life, hope and things he considered beautiful to him.
He was beautiful and therefore attracted to those he considered lovelier than himself. The only way he knew how to express that admiration was through his mind and art.
’’You will let Michael mock me for producing an offspring more fitting to be used by God than me?’’
His father’s haunting voice echoed as if he had traveled back in time again to be exposed before all the legions of hell and whipped terribly by lightning until he accepted what he truly was.
A demon.
An entity of the dark.
A nightmare.
Ichor sighed, remembering how his body had once been torn and bruised from head to toe so badly he could barely see as Lucifer tormented him more than the souls that burned in hell.
’’Father...’’ he whispered with a touch of pain as blood dripped down the side of his face. Lilith turned away, refusing to help him out of his punishment.
Ichor smiled again as he remembered what he said to almost have his wings violently ripped off from him in spite.
He was very intelligent and gifted. He managed to complete the portrait of his latest obsession all in one sitting. By the time he was through, the sun was slowly peeking out from the sky to welcome a new day.
Ichor then took a smaller brush and with his blood, he wrote in beautiful handwriting somewhere down the corner of the painting.
Mine. ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com
Then he stood up from the chair and left the room to his bedroom. He turned on the lights to his walk-in closet and tried to look for any clothes that weren’t ridiculously expensive or flashy.
He paused, scratching his head in confusion when there was none.
He should have come to earth and be poor.
He walked out of the closet as he thought of something.
