Chapter 6: I Am The God of Hellfire, Part 6

On his way to his room, someone bumped into Sam, making him lose his balance. He was this close to falling to the ground, but he grabbed onto the 'something' he had collided with, to at least drag it down with him. Unfortunately, he didn't succeed; the only thing he managed was to bump his forehead against a girl who had probably fallen because she was wearing one of those overly long and flowery dresses of the era.

As for him, he hadn't seen her coming because he had been lost in his thoughts.

Plotting, that is.

The girl smiled when she recognized him, which he supposed was a good sign.

Sam always felt uncomfortable seeing that look in someone he had no fucking idea about. Three and a half days, rounding up, were by no means enough time to get used to that. It made him feel deeply uncomfortable, as if he had insects under his skin.

Not to mention the simple fact that he was walking on thin ice. Each slip-up added another crack to the ice, and it was incredibly easy to slip up with a person who thought they knew you when you had no fucking clue about them.

"Do you want to play with us?" asked the girl.

Sam blinked.

Us. Yes, she wasn't alone. A couple of kids came running behind her, stopping. Apparently, she had been faster than them even with that dress. Ha, bumpkins.

He looked at her.

Whatever her name was, whoever she was, she didn't attract him at all. Not that she was an ugly girl, quite the contrary.

So it was a bit strange. He was so horny he'd fuck anything that moved, probably from being in an eighteen-year-old boy's body again (the first puberty had been difficult and embarrassing enough), but this girl didn't awaken those kinds of feelings in him.

It's not that she was too young for his taste either.

Two, three years difference, at most.

Anyway, it didn't matter.

"What's wrong, Sam?" she insisted when he got lost in his thoughts instead of answering her. A bit embarrassing. "Now that you're eighteen, do you think you're all grown up, too good to play with me?"

For a moment he thought she was genuinely offended, but only for a moment. The laughter lit up even her eyes.

Sam thought about rejecting the offer.

"But I don't want to play with Sam, he's always been a weirdo," said one of those boys.

The girl shrugged.

"Then leave."

"Evelyn..."

There's her name. Perfect.

"What's wrong? If you don't want to play, then don't play. What did I say wrong?"

"Fine, fine. It always has to be how you want it," he sighed.

Get used to it, kid. Women.

More importantly, he had changed his mind.

"I'm in," said Sam.

The girl's smile, Evelyn's, widened.

"Perfect, let's go." She took his hand, pulling him forward. Sam let himself be led obediently, though not for long; she was full of life, so she let go of him soon and ran off down the hallway. Sam ran after her, as fast as he could, which wasn't very fast, faster than the runt following her, but still far behind her.

He had met her like a minute ago, so it was a premature judgment, but it immediately gave him the impression of being the kind of person who ran everywhere as if she never had enough time to do all the things that crossed her mind.

He also had many things on his mind and little time to carry them out.

But soon, very soon, he would make Satan proud. In fact, he intended to exceed his expectations by far. He didn't think it would bother him, that he would see it as disobedience. Not as long as the results were worth it, of course, and they would be. He didn't intend to fail. He couldn't fail now.

He climbed several stairs, following Evelyn. The other two brats too, though slower, breathing more heavily, with their tongues hanging out like dogs.

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She wasn't acting exactly like a noble lady. Better that way.

So stiff, so boring.

It was no way to live for anyone. Not even for him. He was the son of fucking Satan, he wasn't going to learn manners, or which of the half dozen forks was the right one for what. He was going to make a big fuss, make it rain blood. And have a lot of fun.

Any journey began with the first step.

This was his first step.

Evelyn turned out to be perfect in more ways than one. She led him up, up, up, to the attic.

"You never get tired, huh?" said Sam. It wasn't a question.

"You know me."

And he did. Enough for his liking.

He didn't need to know anything else about her, really.

"What do we do now?" asked one of the stupid kids whose name didn't matter; in fact, he barely distinguished them. They weren't twin brothers or anything like that, he simply didn't pay them enough attention, as if they were part of the decor, so to speak.

Anyway, for him, it was just a nuisance.

"Let's play cards! Like the grown-ups!" said the other one.

God (heh, ironic).

He knew they were a few years younger than he appeared to be, but they really were nothing but children, huh? Thinking they were grown-up by imitating adults who nine out of ten times hadn't grown up either, just gotten taller.

"Do you feel like it, Sam?" asked Evelyn.

It bothered him to waste time playing cards with these brats, but in the end, he had no choice. Not if he wanted everything to go well.

He lost almost two hours with those stupid children, playing cards without even betting anything, or worrying if he won or lost, because anyway he would have what he wanted. It should relax him, but he didn't want to relax. He wanted, needed, stimulation.

That bad time passed, which was the important thing, and finally he could set in motion the plan that had been percolating in his mind when sweet Evelyn had bumped into him. A plan that the girl had made surprisingly easy, as if it were a matter of destiny, or as if Sam already possessed some mysterious demonic power that pushed things in the direction he desired.

Silly ideas aside, when they started to clean up to leave the attic once and for all, Sam sank his claws into her with a smile and a question.

"Can I talk to you alone?"

"Sure."

The other boys left, though not very happy to leave them alone. It was obvious why they followed her wherever she ran, although surely the brats would believe they were being subtle about their feelings. And their jealousy.

It was almost funny, almost.

"What did you want to tell me?"

Sam turned around, approaching the attic window. He sighed exaggeratedly, theatrically. He was a good liar, but not a good actor. He would have to work on that. He had plenty of time for that.

Evelyn approached after a while, resting her elbows on the edge of the window and looking through the glass instead of at him.

"I think I know how you feel. I'm tired too. So many power games, everyone going for each other's throats, even knowing it will probably be useless. That the line of succession is well fixed and their childish games can do little to change that. So much evil..."

Evelyn shook her head.

Well, well, this girl. He supposed that, just like in medieval times in his world, everyone was forced to grow up faster. Because it wasn't an easy life. Even for nobles.

"It's a shame, yes. A waste of time and effort." He told her more or less what he thought she wanted to hear.

"And now that you've turned eighteen, you'll no longer have the luxury of not being seen as an opponent."

Sam didn't take long to realize where this was going.

"You were looking for me. To distract me, to make me feel better."

Evelyn looked away even more, blushing. He didn't know what she was, if a sister, a cousin. Whatever she was...

"Any problem?"

She was a good girl.

Sam smiled. He had goosebumps and his cock was hardening.

"None. You're a good..." Ah, yes, he had no idea what she was. He had almost slipped up. "Friend. A very good friend."

"Well, I try. But we're more than friends." She looked him in the eyes. "We're family. I know not very close, but for me, at least, that means something."

"For me too, you know."

"I know, Sammy, I meant the others. But I can't even blame them. We've always been taught to compete, not to share and support each other. To push a person when they're falling instead of helping them keep their balance."

"And why do you think you turned out different?"

"I don't know. I guess maybe I am too stupid to be so cruel."

Evelyn shrugged.

"It's the same for them."

"Screw the others. The only thing that matters is what you believe is right." In that, at least, he had no need to lie. "Besides, being a good person only means being convenient for someone. If you help one person, you upset another. You can't be a good person for everyone."

"Come on, you can never please everyone, so focus on yourself."

"Yes, that's it."

"You have a peculiar way of cheering me up, but at least you try. Thank you, Sammy. You're a good person."

His cock got even harder.

"Don't call me Sammy. It's a girl's name."

He had let it slide the first time to not ruin the atmosphere, everything had been and was flowing well, but he hadn't overlooked it.

Evelyn simply laughed.

"You were always my favorite. Never change."

"Of course not."

Sam opened the window.

"What's wrong? Are you that hot?"

Sam went through the window to the other side. A direct path to the rooftop. Evelyn decided to follow him in silence, he didn't have to tell her anything. How obedient. How kind.

How stupid, indeed.

Utterly stupid.

"You see, I want to breathe some fresh air. Sometimes I feel like I'm going to suffocate in this mansion and that they're going to bury my bones underneath and no one will know shit about me. Nothing important, nothing true, in any case."

Evelyn put a hand on his shoulder.

"We'll get out of this someday, Sam. Maybe you'll be chosen as the heir, we both know you have a chance, and I'll be by your side as your wife. At least in public. We could breathe and be ourselves in private. Or however you want. I'm willing to accept whatever you want." She lowered her head with an embarrassed smile and flushed cheeks.

Sam's smile grew bigger, like a shark's.

He also put a hand on her shoulder.

And pushed her.

——

Evelyn was so surprised that she didn't even scream for long.

She just saw the cousin she thought she knew moving away, although he remained on the rooftop, with his hands crossed and looking back at her impassively. As if nothing had happened.

Even when she started to scream, a scream without words, Evelyn at least received a minimum of relief, a cold consolation. She saw how the eyes of that thing lit up in yellow, full of a demonic glow, and knew the truth.

She knew that Sam had stopped being Sam at some point seconds before her head burst like a melon.

I Am The God of Hellfire, Part 6: END