Of Heaven and Hell (part 1)

It is funny how much music can hypnotize a mortal. How a simple beat at that perfect volume can vibrate deep down even unto the center of their soul. And I must admit, it was having the same effect on me. The rhythm, the rush, the mesmerizing lasers and lights that whirled around the room. 

“El Mueca del Diablo,” was not a common, ‘run-of-the-mill,’ club. It was special, extraordinary, and exclusive…in a way. You had to fit a certain profile, and only the bouncers decided what that profile was. Yet, no matter what their idea of ‘the prefect customer’ was, I could always get in. Even if they wished to stop me, they could soon change their minds. But I digress. 

The chaotic patterns of light and sound bombarded the senses of everyone in the building. I was looking for my next satisfaction. Each and every night, a new victim, and never the same twice, though, temptation be great at times, this night be not different. I stood, leaning on the weak rails of the balcony. I had not to worry of them failing to hold me; I could stand on them and never fear their weakness. 

Maybe it would be more proper to introduce and inform you about ones self. My true name, Dazengoth; meaning ‘The Darkest Light from Within.’ Sounds morbid, correct? Well, where I come from, though my name not common, others had names just as appalling, only to your culture, I mind you. But no one can call my by my true name, other than the high lords, the Great Creator, and the one I choose to love forever. Everyone else calls me Daze. My age, on the other hand, you might find incredibly hard to imagine, true, though where I am from, I am still quite youthful. I am nearing my 233rd year. Shocked are you, skeptical? Ha, I do not care. But, here is a hit to what I am. I am young, at 233, I have a name of darkness, I am feared but most creatures, even those of my own kind, and (Last hint) I come from a place that is said to be extremely hot… Do you give up? For those of you who guessed it, you get, well, same as everyone else I guess, nothing, sorry. But yes, I am a demon, one of the eternal creatures of the inferno, which causes pain and suffering across the world. Wrong, just because I am a demon doesn’t mean I was made to be evil, though, ‘tis fun at times. No, I was born on the richer side of the ‘River of Styx,’ which devils, demons, and other damned ask for forgiveness from the Great Creator. Though I was born from two ‘First Fallen,’ I was not bound to remain in hell as they were to be damned. Just bound from going to heaven, and cursed with immortality. But who am I to complain, so I am cursed to go through infinity with only my own ill-fated kind, still there was fun to be had. On that note I must say that I would not have been happier in any other time. The 20th and 21st century has to be the immortals rollercoaster ride. Summary in three words: Drugs, Sex, and Music. What else is needed in life? Especially for that which needs nothing to live? 

The music brought me back to the present. I tend to get lost in my past memories, but who does not? I am not a special demon other than that which does not serve lord Lucifer. In hell, there is a court of High lords, made of the devils of hell; Lucifer, high ruler. Beelzebub, the prince of the air and lord of the flies. Hicac, queen of the witches, and so on… Now, my class, we serve only the Holy Trinity, we still live under the control of the High Lords but that is to keep our lives. Again I focus on the past, back to the present. The song changed, but the power of the beat remained the same. I scanned the crowd, searching, hunting. I saw plenty of young ladies there, but females did not appeal to me, only when their venomous lust was extremely high. But most of those where sluts or tramps anyway. Males on the other hand, most gays, and even some straights, have high lust. But, there were some that were innocent, those which were, held me in most awe. I was surprised at those who were as well. Innocence is something I rarely see. And, as anyone is, they are most intrigued by that they have never seen. Raised in hell, tell me how main Innocent people go there…. Correct, None! 

What was this! Something drew me out of me thoughts, it was like the sound of a gun cocking, and I almost fell of the railing. What was this I felt? It was strong, compelling, impossible to ignore. I turn and scanned the crowd again. Then I saw him, right at the entrance. He was tall, maybe 6’1”, slender, draped in white, (and in a room filled with dark colors and mostly black clothing, you stand out) and had the most beautiful face, his hair was bright golden, as if glowing. And he wore all white, a baggy shirt that only emphasized his build even more, and it looked like bleach white jeans. Then he looked up, and we stared at each other for a moment, He had the most gorgeous, deep blue eyes. I felt like I was falling into them. I felt him, his soul, or I tried, and was knocked down. He was an innocent, but nothing on which I have even sensed before. He was innocent, a little scared, and something else, something which I had no definition for. I had to talk to him, just to see who he was, to know him, to see who could ever be that pure. I fought hard the urges to use my power to get to him, piercing the crowd like a needle through denim, I fought hard. The music, though, seemed to push me, encourage me, and I liked it. But, when I finally faced the doorway, he was no longer there, my heart dropped, the first I have ever felt it do so, and I felt horrible. Something strong had compelled me towards this, this, anomaly with my nature. How could this one soul but so drawing, so magnetizing?

Then I felt it again, like a fish hooked, it drew me, led me. I saw he again; he was standing, alone, near the bar, yet, not at it, like he was confused at where he was. His face shined, as if glowing in the darkness. His flesh was white as snow and was clearly contrast to my own dark toasted skin (Hell has one heck of a tan complex…lol). His hair was hair in a way I had not seen commonly. The front was longer than the back and he wore it parted in the middle, where the bangs could touch his chin. His hair was so golden, soft, and straight. His eyes where the deepest, luscious blue, like that of the purest sapphires, I just wanted to jump in and swim in them knowing I was inside something so, so unique, unpolluted. He noticed my staring apparently, and flashed a mind blowing smile. I believe his smile was the only thing brighter than the rest of him.

He was so opposite to my own appearance, though we were both near the same height and stature. I was 6’2”,he was 6 even. I was slim but muscular, he was just slime, and looked so fragile. But other than, we were complete opposites. I had dark olive skin, jet black hair, which was kept at a good, ‘at ear’ length. I had deep emerald eyes, and a sparkling smile. We could not have clashed more in the club.

I wanted nothing more than just to know his name. Why was it that I was doing this for one, single, solitary person? He looked my way, we locked eyes again, the power leashing me, increased three fold. There was very little that could capture a demon, but this, this was something I did not want to fight.

I moved close to him, careful not to let my very powers run away with themselves. He looked my way again, and swiftly changed he gaze to the floor, and tried to pretend he did not notice me, or was it, he was the one who did not want to be noticed? 

“Hello.” I said, trying not to let my jaw drop. But he just blushed, I knew he heard me, but seemed very shy. “I am sorry, I did not mean to bother you. I just thought you seemed a bit lonely in here. This place is not a very friendly area for those alone.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you think I was ignoring you. I’ve just… I’ve not been in a location like this before.”
“Yeah, ‘El Diablo’ is unique.” I smirked.
“No, not the club, though it too is a site to see.”
“Oh, you mean the city,” I laughed, “Yes, it is one of the biggest and most powerful in the world. I think that is why I chose to live here.”

He giggled slightly, and blushed; it made the liquid fire in my veins rush and chill all at the same moment. “The city is also a exhibition for my eyes, but…” The music changed to a slower rhythm, and for the first time, I did not want to dance to attract a pray, I wanted to touch him, just to hold him for a moment. 

“Care to share a dance?” I asked, praying for a yes.
“I’m not sure?”
“Oh,” my heart dropped, he was straight, I did not even realize to make that assumption.
“I never did it before, not here and not like this.” And from the pit of my abdomen, my fallen heart sprang with new hope.
“Would you mind if I showed you how?” and I offered my hand to him. He smiled so brightly and blush so red, the knocked me into a new reality. He took my hand and I led him onto the dance floor, he stood there, so wonderfully, I held his hands, and placed them on my shoulders, I then in turned placed mine on his hips, he flushed and lowered his head, if he was gay, this must have at least been he first time with a guy. I slowly started to sway him back and forth, the usual slow dance moves. He seemed to like it. I pulled him closer towards me, and he in turn fell into me, like he had never been held before, and needed it. I must say, part of me wanted it too. 

“You are so soft, and so different from those I’m use to.” He said suddenly, and I must admit, it both caught me off guard, and flattered me. Usually by now, I would ask if they would like to come home with me, and then I would have them any way I wished. But this one, he was different, and all I could think of doing was to wrap my arms around him. His face was buried in my chest, and I rested my own face in his beautiful hair, it smelled so sweet. I did not want the music to end, it was ‘Everything I do, I do for you,’ by Aerosmith. It was the long version, but no matter how long it was, it was still to short for me. 

The music slowly faded and a stronger beat began to take over. Even though the music had changed, he still held on to me, and I to him. I drew away from him slowly, knowing we would have to move for the others to dance. I still held his hand, as we walked toward my favorite table in the back corner. I saw those around us, those I had been with before, glaring. I made it a rule, never to be with the same person twice, no matter what, and I held that rule. 

Before we could reach the table, Jason, one of my priors, jumped in front of our path. “Well Daze, what are you into now, gotcha another playmate?” He stepped forward, and stretched a hand out to touch the perfect soul I lead. The blonde beauty stepped back, slightly frightened from Jason’s gesture. I unconsciously stepped in between the two, using my demonic speed and stood facing Jason. Jason jumped back at my sudden swiftness, “Fine, do whatever the fuck you want, just remember, I’m the real deal and you know I’m yours whenever you are done with that poor excuse of a man.” He said with a smirk, glared at him that shyly hid behind me, and began to walk off. The rage inside me boiled beyond its point, and I brought my hand up to grab Jason, but the one behind me, the soul so pour, gently took my arm. I turned to see him, and his magnificent blue eyes just peered at me, as if to say, ‘don’t, not for me.’ I relaxed, and made a mental note, not to ever let him near me again. 
We again made our way to the far table in the corner, I like this table for several reasons. It was deep in the shadows, and music was no were near as loud, and the other individuals never danced that close. I lead him to set down in the round booth and a server came to us immediately. I ordered my usual drink, ‘Devil’s Suicide’ (club’s special), and I glanced at the one beside me, his head low and his blonde bangs flowed over his face. I asked what did he want to drink, he shook his head, “Have you ever had alcohol?” 

“I’ve never heard of it.” I jumped back in shock, damn, he was absolutly innocent, free of all sin and evil!

“Never, vodka, whisky, beer,” his he shook, “brandy, scotch,” he shock again, “Champagne, wine?” His head leapt at the word ‘wine.’ Eureka, the boy knew something. “Sir,” I faced the server again, “May I change my order to two white wine?” He nodded and ran off. The young splendor fell into me again, holding my arm, as if terrified of the world around us. “Everything is alright, nothing will harm you as long as I am here.” I meant every word, and was shocked at myself so knowing so. He was doing something to me, I had never even conceived possible. An hour ago, I was just looking for a guy or girl to screw for the night. But now, the liquid fire in my veins was boiling, quickening, becoming more than I have felt before, and I still never knew his name………