[ WP ] Your significant other is literally a demon . When they 're cross with you , they can make your life a living hell . Literally .

It is a Halloween party being held at a renovated warehouse turn trendy night spot. Kinda expensive like most places, but he had been dragged here by friends. He was dressed rather tastefully: an old black button down accompanied by black vest that fit him snugly. A pair of black jeans and high top black Converses rounded out his ensemble. The costume itself was a bauta mask that was hand decorated. The left half was black and the opposing side white. Gold flourishes marked the eyes along with images of the sun and moon on the cheeks. The bright golden sun marked the black while the somber moon marked the white. 
 
 He sat at the bar unconvinced that this was going to be a fun night. His friend who had helped him decorate the mask had gone off dancing with some guy. He enjoyed himself while leaving our dear protagonist at the bar with several associates that did n't make for good company. They were familiar with themselves and concerned with themselves not him. So, the shy individual that he was left himself at the bar and ordered a White Russian content with his coming drink. 
 
 `` I see you.'' An eerie voice resonated in his hear. He turned his head and saw a graceful but unnerving figure sauntering towards him. She was dressed for the occasion too. Her skin evidently covered in light grey body paint that had miraculously shown no wear or smudging. She walked barefooted but wore a tattered and loose fitting dress. `` I see you, but they do n't'' she said while pointing to the group. Now that she was so close the booming noises and flashing lights no longer obscured her face. Her raven black hair veiled fragments of her angular face and a porcelain white diadem of a classical order crowned her head appearing to be made of a boney growth, not metal or plastic. A strip of cloth wrapped around her eyes. 
 
 `` I see you too.'' He responded. 
 
 `` No, you do n't. But I see you.'' 
 
 `` Well,'' he hesitated looking for the words to end this awkwardness. 
 
 `` Your name?'' She said. 
 
 `` You can call me Haze.'' 
 
 `` Haze, Haze, *Haze*. Lester Hayes, hall of fame corner-back who played for the Oakland Raiders during one of the high points of the franchise and a member of the eclectic group of personalities on the roster. Haze, Haze. Derived from Hazael. No not fucking Hazel. Hazael like `` who is like God'' and `` God is my strength'' and `` It is God who heals''. God has seen, Hazael. He has seen you and me.'' 
 
 Hazeal's grip on his drink tightened to the point where his knuckles flashed from tension. He stammered, no coherent thought reaching his mind. *How does she know. * 
 
 She continued her narrative. `` Your great grandmother attends mass on Saturdays and goes to Bible study. First Kings: Hazael the anointed king of Aram-Damascus who made war with Israel and Judah. Such a beautiful name.'' Her voice had been changed to match someone else's. She rolled her head around her shoulders before continuing. `` God has seen, the priest told her. She erroneously received it as “ To see God ”. Four miscarriages and a strained relationship with her husband and her son is born. God has seen her and granted her a gift. She has seen the beauty of the Lord in the eyes of her son. Hazael.'' 
 
 `` How did... Why? What's going on? Who... who are you?''. The words flowed exactly like his stream of conscious. His hands fervently reaching for his mask to remove it. `` Get away.'' He said trying to appear firm. 
 
 `` No. I have seen you, Hazael. God has seen us, Hazael. You see me.'' The place that her eyes occupied began to leak a viscous black fluid that swirled underneath the cloth. The fluid leaked down her face, dripping from her cheeks while other streams flowed back into her eyes. Two pairs of wings stretched across the length of the bar: one set the color of a raven ’ s while the other the color of a dove ’ s. People walked through them like they weren ’ t there. They were. He felt the wind beat across him as they flexed and expanded. She stood tall over his seated position, looking down into his eyes. `` I sought shelter. So, I ran to the rock, I ran to the river, I ran to the sea, and I ran to the Lord. But none would have me. So, I run to you. You seek...'' She smiled knowing the reference had hit the mark. She changed her posture and clasped her hands together and cleared her throat. `` To make the changes in my life to improve not only myself but those who I love. To help relieve their burdens and help them achieve their goals. I want to help them be happy.'' He heard his prayer in his voice. His gaze grew hazier. The smile on her face grew broader and then she broke into a soft chuckle. `` You seek **power**! I can grant you that if you give me shelter. I will love you as lover, as a mother loves her son, as a daughter loves her father. I will love you as a sister and as a friend. I will cling to you like you were some fading but still cherished memory. You need only to love me. Look into my eyes. Breathe me in.'' She said as her voice tapered into nothing more than loud whisper towards the end. 
 
 The swirling masses that was her eyes pulled him in further. There was no escape now. His trembling hands reached nervously for her wanting to pull her towards him, and yet they shook with fear. She smiled at his unfortunate situation and took pity on him. She grasped his fumbling hands and placed them on her hips while placing her own on his head. She leaned forward, her lips interlocking with his. The fluid dripped from her and onto him. The sensation was otherworldly. It burned and singed and was freezing and bit him. These sensations eventually numbed as the fluid spilled into his mouth and blanketed his eyes. It drowned him and pulled him under. His eyes fluttered open as pain radiated from his shoulder blades. The bones were moving: ripping, tearing, shifting, and breaking. As the pain erupted over so did his scream and so did his wings. They are as black as midnight. The same pain radiated further down his spine, nestled on his ribs. There wings as white as snow fired from his skin amidst the screams. They moved themselves on their own volition, the movements wholly unnatural and unfamiliar to him. Pain grew in his eyes. So dreadful and so frightening. He could remove them to alleviate the pain. So, he did. He used his hands to rend his own flesh, but he could still `` see''. He could see and feel the pitch-black substance ooze from his eyes and down his face mixing with the blood on the floor. He looked into the growing poodle and saw himself or what is now himself. He tried to turn away but he could n't. The puddle mixed and swirled until he saw himself again. He sat there with his hands still gripping her waist as she leaned away from the kiss. 
 
 She pulled his head into her bosom running her hands through his hair. `` I promise you the power that you deserve. You need only to ask. You need only grant me shelter.'' He looked up at the perplexing being laying his eyes on her face once again before burying his face into her again. `` What did I do? What sin is this...'' his inner dialogue groaned. `` You did nothing.'' Silence emanated from the loud room as the two stayed in their embrace. `` Will you take me?'' His hands rose from their post finding hers. He gripped and suspended them before his face. He sat there in silence. Perhaps he sat there mulling the offer over and questioning the morality of the episode. He did not wait long, however. He buried his head into their shared hands and whimpered `` Yes.'' What pollution had he allowed to enter him? What had he submitted himself to? He felt weaker for it, not the promised power. She pulled his face up to meet her gaze. She beamed with contented pride and relief as she pulled him into a kiss with her inhuman strength. They lingered there even as his company began to vacate the party. An unholy and perverse sanctuary had been erected but it is still a sanctuary nonetheless. 
 
 `` What now?'' he asked. 
 
 `` Now, Hazael, we go home''. 
 
 

