Gabriel Ramirez
1138 Words
Marisol never thought she could fly. She never thought she could do spells. And weirdly enough, she never thought she was a nature person. But she was enjoying walks, runs, and sprints in the woods now. Building up stamina, working out, and spending time with Aurora took over every minute of her day.
It was one evening as she practiced, that it happened.
She’d been swinging her axe. Body graceful and strong, the magic vibrating through her was no longer weak. It was strong, but it still lacked something.
But it didn’t matter, because even with Diosa Anna trying to keep her safe. It was no longer possible. As Marisol started to head back to the cathedral, she looked to the left suddenly feeling the presence.
The demon before her was handsome. And at first glance, Marisol knew who it was.
Gabriel Ramírez in the flesh, not looking like he’d aged a day over twenty-five when she knew he should be in his sixties, made her frown. Twirling her axe, Marisol hissed, “Got a lot of nerve showing your face around me Ramírez, what could you possibly want?”
Gabriel Ramírez looked at Marisol almost like she amused him, and it pissed her off even more. And sensing her blunt hostility had Gabriel righting himself, “I apologize Il mio tesoro (*My treasure), I guess I can see why you’d be a little…unnerved in my presence.”
In disbelief, Marisol breathed out, “Unnerved? You killed my parents, you ruined my life. If it wasn’t for you, I’d still have a family!” Gabriel nodded once as if it was a matter-of-fact statement of logic. “Yes, unfortunate I know. And while I can admit I did NOT handle my reaction nobly I couldn’t help it.”
Inhaling like he was in a field of roses, the devilishly-looking demon slid closer to Marisol, “They were keeping me from what was mine.” Marisol looked at the demon with a raised eyebrow. “Excuse you?”
Gabriel tried to stroke her cheek, but one of Marisol’s eyes flashed a startling blue making him back up a little and tell her honestly, “You are supposed to be my wife.” Marisol scoffed in repulsion, “You must have me confused with someone else.” Gabriel’s eyes became a startling black. And his blood vessels seemed to glow a bright red. “I do not!” He barked anger taking over.
Jerking back, Marisol gripped her blade tighter making Gabriel calm his s**t. Forcing a smile, he breathed out, “I didn’t mean to hurt your parents. But it had to be done.”
Marisol charged forward, water in the lake turning icy as she yelled, “Had to be? No, you did it and I want to know why!”
Gabriel growled as he finally sneered, “When you and the other members of your coven were born, there were other things tied to your prophecies. It was prophesized for you that you’d mate with someone of a predominate bloodline of a certain race. I come from said race…before I was turned into a demon.”
Shaking her head confused, Marisol gritted, “I don’t understand. If you’re a demon now… why the hell would you want to “mate” with a witch?” Gabriel’s chin went up as he proudly said, “I was a Tavola armonica. A soundboard.” Marisol’s brain seemed to whiz with information suddenly as her axe glowed, “Meaning when you were with a supernatural creature, depending on how big the imprint they leave on you, you could echo it back. And even more powerful.”
Gabriel nodded eagerly she was on the right track, Marisol made him angry again by pointing out, “But that doesn’t matter. You’re a demon now, that magic died when you switched nature.”
Gabriel frowned deepened as he approached Marisol, “I can still do magic, I AM still magic. It’s just weaker. Because the demon nature conquered most of my power.” Looking Marisol over, feeling the power coming off her, he greedily wanted some, “But with you and I capable of making cosmic imprints on each other, we could really do something special.”
Silence.
And then Marisol gagged as if fighting hurling, “God, I hope you do not honestly think I’d ever want to be s**t with you.” Stepping forward, Gabriel warned, “It wasn’t an offer, you belong to me. And I won’t be refused.” Marisol scoffed as she spat out, “Right, you don’t like the word no. You burned my parents alive because they told you no. Because they tried to protect me from you. Isn’t that right?”
Face breaking out in black veins, Marisol watched his glamour of hot Italian dreamboat turned into a hellish creature. One the cause of nightmares and praying.
Black horns on his head large and menacing. The eyes were red where they should be white, his pupil was black. Fangs hanging from his mouth long and sharp like a sabertooth lion.
“Listen, little girl,” he spoke with a deep rasp that echoed, “You were fated to be with me. And your parents tried to rob me of what was mine. And that was power and a crown. Now I will get it one way or another, take your pick.” He growled and Marisol’s axe glowed bright as she held it up to his head, “I take the pick, of me knocking your f*****g head from your shoulders. For my parents, and for thinking you could threaten me into being with you.”
Gabriel growled nastily, it sounded like a nasty lump of cold he couldn’t get out. And she watched his head jerk around disgustingly, almost like it was popping in and out of the socket as his crazed eyes threatened, “Be careful little witch. I can either be a father figure to your little bastard, or I’ll be eating her for lunch!”
Marisol’s power then began to choke him as she threatened back, “And now you’ve done it.” Before Gabriel could do anything, Marisol’s axe came out and he felt the cut splitting his chest like a hot white iron.
Turning into smoke before Marisol could come at his head, Marisol promised his fading form, “Next time, I'll kill you.”
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