The Nature of Evil - Devour fic - R

[tigriswolf]

Title: The Nature of Evil
Fandom: Devour
Disclaimer: Not my characters but the one.  Just for fun.
Warnings: spoilers for the movie, of course.  
Pairings:  incest
Wordcount: 750
Rating: R
Point of view: third

“There is no such thing as evil, Father,” she whispered and kissed his lips.

-

Jake tells himself he never had a choice. If it brings him any comfort at all, it’s cold as an Artic breeze.

Marisol often wears her human form, the one he fell in love with. He cannot bring himself to call her anything else, no matter her appearance.

Wherever they are, it’s pleasant—no fire or brimstone, no demons.

Marisol says it isn’t time to bring him home, that he’s not ready.

He asks what they’re waiting for, but she smiles, a young woman with dark hair, and leads him back to bed.

He follows, docile as a lamb. There is no pointing in fighting anymore.

-

Jake does not keep track of time. Each day is the same as the last, boring and dull. He wanders the house and stares out the windows—he longs to leave, to stand in the sun, but he tried the first day and no doors will open.

Marisol says he needs patience. She smiles and kisses his lips.

He does not flinch or pull away.

-

Finally, Marisol tells him it’s time. She sits him down on the bed and kneels before him, a bright smile on her face. Her appearance flickers from his mother to his lover and he nearly looks away, but she resumes control.

“Baby, I have wonderful news,” she says and dread flutters in his stomach.

“What?” he asks, proud that his voice does not tremble.

“I’m pregnant.”

-

“We’re all just victims who never really had a choice,” she continued, and slid into his lap.

-

Hell is not a lake of fire or never having the chance to apologize, Jake decides. It’s the knowledge you’re the son of the Devil and got your mother pregnant, and that you—along with your child and dear old Mom—will bring about the end of the world.

Marisol will not listen when he says this is a bad idea, so he quits trying.

He can’t do anything. But he can’t sit idly by and let the world burn.

His mother—the Devil, Satan, Lucifer, Beelzebub, the Lord of the Flies, the Prince of Darkness—Marisol—Mom—

Jake tells himself he never had a choice. It brings him no comfort at all.

-

Marisol gives birth in her Devil form. Jake’s child is a beautiful, healthy baby girl.

She has her father’s eyes.

Jake hates Marisol more than he’s ever loved her and swears he will kill her, no matter the cost.

His daughter is named Selena. If she is allowed to live, she will destroy the world.

-

Jake and Selena enter Hell on what Jake thinks is a Friday. Selena just turned three, a bouncy child who always laughs.

Hell is not so bad, all things considered. He asks Marisol if Connie or Dakota are there but she says no. “I played poker with the Big Guy,” she explains, “and lost, so He got ‘em.” She then hurries after Selena to show her something, but Jake doesn’t want to know.

His mother and his daughter—they both have to die. He didn’t have a choice before, no way to fight. But she trusts him now. She trusts him.

Selena has his eyes.

-

“You killed her, Daddy,” she said, looking up at him through her lashes. “You killed her and laughed.”

“Forgive me?” he murmured, unable to look away from her hazel gaze.

“Never,” she replied, kissing him harshly, demanding—

And the knife, the same dagger that pierced the Devil’s heart and ended her, enters her daughter.

-

It is not easy, but he is the Devil’s son, so he’s picked up a few tricks.

Selena grows more beautiful by the hour. She is a kind, sweet girl, and Marisol teaches her how to play with souls.

Jake tries to teach her humanity, but he barely remembers being human.

She has his eyes and he would have thought that’d make it harder.

-

By Selena’s sixteenth birthday, Jake can come and go as he pleases.

By her seventeenth, he’s tracked down the dagger and learned the spell.

On her eighteenth, she slides into bed with him and he doesn’t remember how to say no.

By her nineteenth, he knows he can do it.

On her twentieth, he stabs Marisol in the heart.

Selena does not have a twenty-first birthday.

-

Jake opens his eyes. He wonders if he’s finally awake, but he just can’t tell anymore.