Calcifer.

(Warning....    light sexual content.)

You have been warned.

He peeked his eyes open, but quickly closed them back due to the burning intensity of the light.

White, white was all that surrounded Calcifer.   He was blind; no matter how hard he tried to open his eyes and see what was around him, it proved impossible.

The air around him was humid and musky; it choked him slightly, somewhat thinning his inhales.

How long has he been here?

He could only think of one place he could possibly be... he just didn't want to believe it.

He tried to swallow to help lessen his worries, it didn't help much with a dry throat.

He had tried... that all he could say about himself.

From what he could feel from his standpoint, he was kneeling, on what ground he did not know.

His hands were tied behind his back and pinned to the floor by some invisible force, and every time he moved his body the bindings would get tighter.  This wasn't quite the feeling he experienced when he first was in Hell, so this must be some new level of it.   This was living "Dante's inferno."

Calcifer remembered the woman he saw in Hell before he escaped by the hand of Nuntius.  He's not suffering with others this time; he utterly alone.

His breaths were shaky, as if he were standing enchambered in snow, yet the surroundings abound him was warm.

Shivers of dread ran up and down his body, but he knelt in silence...

Suddenly.

"You can open your eyes now."

Calcifer took a sharp breath in, startled by the... familiar, feminine voice that seemed to be coming from in front of him.  ... He kept his eyes shut.

A few more seconds passed.

Light footsteps were heard, they were coming towards him.

"Stay away!"

Calcifer tried to retreat, but the bindings on his hands only got tighter, making him give out short bursts of pain-filled groans.  The pain of the bindings eventually got strong enough to stop his actions of fear.

So he knelt down like a statue, breathing heavily in pure burning fear.

A hand caught the side of his face, it felt human, warm, soft.  The touch sent tingles of electricity through his body, it didn't hurt, in fact the touch felt... loving.

The woman brushed her head by Calcifer's, it nuzzled to the side of his cheek like it was toying with him.

"Open your eyes Calcifer."

It was then that Calcifer recognized the woman's voice...

"Isabelle?"

The hand that held his cheek slowly slid down to his chest, and held it's place there.

Another hand made itself present, and wrapped itself around the back of Calcifer's neck.

Her head gradually migrated from the side of his head, to the front.

Isabelle leaned her forehead into Calcifer's, egging her now peacefully dead husband to open his eyes.

"Open them... please."

Calcifer strained under the whiteness around him, but slowly, and painfully, he opened his eyes; being greeted by a pair of clear blue irises that he'd never thought he'd be able to see again.

The bindings that held his hands behind him released, and Calcifer fell backwards onto the white marble floor under him.

He stared at his wife, his long thought gone wife, kneeling above his fallen body.

She looked the same as the day before she died.

Her blonde hair flowed to her shoulders, the ends of her bangs curling on her skin like twisting grapevines, her blue eyes pierced into his heart, and it caused a slight throbbing in his chest.

On her body, she wore white cloth tightly wrapped around her breasts, and the same for her lower torso.

The sight of his wife brought an overflowing joy to his soul, but Calcifer was confused beyond reckoning.

"Where am I?"

Isabelle smiled, her teeth were bright; she responded with, "Home."

Happiness drowned Calcifer.  He wasn't in Hell.

He smiled uncontrollably, and let his tired body fall flat on the floor.

He started to laugh uncontrollably.  He didn't know how, or why, but he was at peace now, and he'd never have to see the fires of Hell again.

A hand placed on Calcifer's inner thigh, and his laughing almost immediately halted.

He looked at Isabelle.  She was smiling, but it was a smile that meant something different than joy.

A sudden pang of a certain feeling hit Calcifer's heart like a spear had been thrust into his chest.

"Calcifer..."

He smiled lovingly at Isabelle, "Yes?"

She moved her hand up and down Calcifer's bare leg, it was then that he realized that he was naked.

A repeating throb drummed in his heart.

Calcifer didn't take his eyes off Isabelle's for a second.

Isabelle suddenly put an unbearably strong pressure on Calcifer's thigh, causing the bone to break simultaneously.

Calcifer let out a loud pain-flooded cry.

Isabelle thrust Calcifer's leg down, moving his entire body to be face to face with his wife.

She grasped his throat tight, Calcifer couldn't talk; he could only try to breath.

A harsh scowl was suddenly painted around Isabelle's blonde frame.

"Fuck off."

Lucifer opened his mouth wide.  The bottom of his chin touching Isabelle's mid torso.  He was her.

The monster engulfed Calcifer's head inside his mouth.

Blackness was all the he saw.

***

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"

"Incendium!"

A tower of pure blue light flied towards the sky, igniting from Calcifer's screaming lungs; the light showered the Everfree forest in a sapphire glow.

A hand quickly covered over Calcifer's mouth.  ... A hand.

The sound of a waterfall substituted for his screams.

Almost immediately after the hand was placed over Calcifer's mouth, a bowl of water doused over his head.

The hand let go, and left Calcifer coughing asthmatically.

He turned to see who covered his mouth and nearly stopped breathing.

... Nuntius?