Devil's Love
Chapter Three

From Drax's Point of View

I lay down in bed.

He kissed me. For fuck's sake, how are men so blind.

I don't lust after him. I am in fucking love with him. He's so stupid.

Blade texts me, "so how can we fix this rage form problem of yours?"

I text back, "there is no we and there is no fixing it. I am fine. I just can't fight you."

He sends me laughing emojis, "I like fighting you. It is exciting."

I ignore him and he calls me.

I answer him, "hello."

He's smiling, I can tell, "hey so how is your dad?'

I shrug, "he is still in the hospital. He said he's fine, but he wouldn't still be there if he was fine right?"

He sighs, "well I bought you some food. I thought I could come over. Would that be okay?"

I sigh too, "I guess. But I don't want to talk about my rage form. Or me liking you. Or any of that."

He gasps softly, "you like me?"

I hang up quickly. After about ten minutes, he lets himself in.

I quietly sit at the table as he takes out a few containers of food.

He sits too, "I didn't know what to bring but I made all this myself so I hope you like it."

I eat some chicken rice stuff and he digs into what looks like meatloaf.

He moans into the first bite, "fuck that's good."

I finish what I can of the rice and lean back into my seat.

He moves over and sits in a seat closer to me, "how are you feeling?"

I look at him, "fine."

He gathers the dishes and puts the leftover food in the fridge. He looks over at me.

I look away. I don't want him to be obsessed with me.

He moves over to me again and sits. He holds out his hand but I don't take it.

He folds his hands nervously, "sorry."

I look away, "it's fine."

He looks around a bit, "do you want a ride over to the hospital to check on your dad?"

I shrug, "sure."

He drives us to the hospital and I go in, checking in at the front desk.

A male nurse leads me back a hall and into my father's room.

Dad is asleep, tubes running out of his body in every which way.

The nurse looks down, "I am sorry."

I sit by the bed and take my dad's hand. He's hard on me but I love him and I don't like seeing him like this.

After a while, he wakes up and looks over at me.

He huffs softly, "I told you not to come here Drax."

I look into his eyes, "you can't avoid it anymore. What is going on?"

He looks up at the ceiling, tears falling down his cheeks, "I am dying Drax. I have been sick for years and my one goal has been to get you through school. You're all grown up now Drax. 118 and ready. You will lead the demons now."

The machine starts to beep and the nurses rush in. They push me out and hurry around my father but he's gone. I know he is, they know he is.

A doctor comes out slowly and run his fingers along his horns, "I am sorry. We did everything we could."

I growl, "do more. There has to be something else you can do. That's... that's my dad."

The doctor lowers his head, "we have done all we can. I am sorry."

I start to cry and make my way back in. I hold his hand, kneeling down.

I stare up at him, "dad please. Please I can't do this without you dad."

I sit there until a nurse leads me back out to Blade.

He looks down and wraps his arms around me, "it'll be okay Drax."

I shove him off me, "it won't be fucking okay. I don't know how to lead."

I storm out and he follows me.

He drives me home and stays the night with me at my house.

As the days go by I plan the funeral for my father. Everyone shows up to see him for the last time, I set a torch on the coffin and watch it light up in blazing memorial of blue, green, and purple flames.

After we have sent my father off, the second in command steps forward with the crown. A new horn has been added, one that looks just like mine. It is tradition with us that when a new king is crowned the crown be added to with a likeness of the new king's horns.

The second in command clears his throat, "and with the final request of our late king Lucifer, may he rest in peace, we shall bring forward a new era under rule of our king, Drax."

I kneel and he crowns me. He motions for me to stand, and the crowd applauds me.

Blade right in the front, bowing slightly, "long live King Drax."

There is chant throughout the crowd, "long live King Drax. Long live the Kingdom."

There is festivities and drinking. Some demons share stories of my father and I quickly become tired of it.

I dismiss myself and walk towards home, kingly robes around my shoulders and crown upon my head.

Blade quickly catches up with me and follows behind me as a sort of guard.

I turn to him, "go home Blade. You have nothing at my house for you."

He bows low, "I am at your service your highness. Sexually and non."

I roll my eyes and continue walking until we are outside my house.

I open the door and step in. He steps in behind me.

I kneel down and untie my heavy duty boots.

He quickly moves to untie them for me, "allow me my king."

I stand and let him untie my boots. He looks up at me with admiration.

I kick off my boots and he does the same with his shoes.

I step off into my room and remove my robe. I hang it up by the window and set my crown by the bed.

Blade comes in slowly and looks at me, "your highness?"

I shake my head, "shut up Blade."

He obeys me, looking down.

I motion to the bed, "you should lay down."

He obeys and begins to remove his clothes.

I cover my eyes, "not like that, keep your clothes on."

I leave the room and go to sleep on my father's bed.

My bed now I suppose. I fall asleep within minutes of laying down.