In Hell

 Only one word reeled at the back of his mind, Demon. 

 Sister Omo laughed hysterically on seeing the look on her face. "Told you I'd cut my arm off if you make it out alive."

 "My my," Father Chibuike said slowly, word by word. "When I said we should trade secrets, I didn't know you'd go all in."

 She walked round him with a proud triumph. "You shouldn't have said you know about our little group, and since you came to me, it means you don't know the other members yet. You're going to die with this knowledge today."

 "Wow, and all along, I thought I was the only non human," he tutted. 

 She rolled her eyes. "Trying to get me scared? Don't worry about being lonely, we'll send Ivie soon."

 "Now, you shouldn't have said that." He took a step forward and waved his hand. She flew across the room, her scaly body yanking one of the chairs. 

 She opened her eyes in surprise. "Wh…who are you?"

 He circled a brow. "That depends on what you want me to be."

 She came into him again, but another wave hit her and sent her flying into one of the desks. Black blood spewed on the floor. "You…" she tried to lift her hand but failed. 

 "Told you you weren't the only non human around here, you low level demon. But now that you know, I can't let you walk out of here alive, I can't risk it." He walked to where she was and crouched to meet her. Her took her hand and raised it to his face. "You told me, instructed me, to cut off your arm if I left here alive, too bad I'm very good at obeying instructions." 

 He dragged her to the middle of the room, pushing the chairs and table to the side, then he took her arm and rotated it around the joint on her shoulder. 

 Her shout was deafening. 

 He paused for a while. "Catch your breath, we don't want you dead before the arm comes off."

 Sister Omo was soaked in sweat, pain radiating through her. She tried to chant some spells, but the pain wouldn't let her. Her face was tear streaked and the tears rolled to her mouth. She tasted them, trying to soothe her parched throat. 

 "The….they hear." She pointed weakly to the door. 

 "Awwn, such a lovely Sister worried about the welfare of the student while she suffers here being a martyr for a dubious cause. But don't worry, the people outside won't hear a thing."

 Outside, Sister Gabriel paced about a place wondering why their talk was taking so longer than necessary, why Father Chibuike had taken her somewhere else instead of talking within eyesight. She had other things to do and didn't want to wait for the Sister. She decided to look for them. 

 The Blue building was no longer used for class activities and so it was devoid of much students. What had Father Chibuike gone to talk with Sister Omo inside of these classrooms?

 She opened the door to the rooms, each time hoping she would find them and abort her search. But no, each room greeted her with silence, desks and chairs the only company. 

 Just when she was about to open another room, something jumped into her. It was a small furry animal with two different eyes colours, she jerked and pushed it away. But it was persistent, it leapt on her again, its teeth catching her gown in a bite that she knew would tear her skin. She didn't know how to peel it off her, she'd never taken extra lessons in how to fight with a cat. 

 She struggled with it, her steps dancing to its tune as it led her away from the door. 

 Inside the room, Father Chibuike resumed his torture. 

 "W…wait," Sister Omo breathed. "I will tell you about Ivie."

 "I'm no longer interested." He twisted her hand until he heard the bone crack, dislocated, before he tore it off her. Black blood splattered on his white cassock and he crunched his nose in disgust. 

 "You're go…go..ing to get c..aught. Bl…lood."

 "What can I say? I'm amazed that you keep worrying over every other person but yourself."

 "It wasn't me who hurt Ivie," she managed to say, looking over to where her torn arm laid, black blood still gushing from it. 

 "Imagine that you had said that as soon as we got here, we would have avoided that drama, no? But you had to go and get violent and oh, your poor arm."

 "Who are you?"

 "Whatever you want me to be, I've said that before. Now, let's proceed with killing you."

 "How are you going to explain the black blood?"

 "It's your blood, not mine."

 "But it's on you." She looked at his gown, at the ugly mess of blackness that stained it. 

 "If I didn't know better, I'd have said you've fallen in love with me to worry this much."

 He brought his right hand into view and she saw as long black claw grew from his finger. 

 "P…lease, don't do this."

 "Of course, I should, you now know something you shouldn't have known." He smiled. "When you get to hell, tell the devil I said hi, and don't forget to say it was a priest that killed you."

 Then he dug his claw into her chest in a torturous slowness so her human body would fell the agonizing pain. When he reached her heart, he squeezed it and watched the life slip out of her until what was left in his hand was a mashed mess of organ. 

 He let it go and removed his hand which was now covered in black blood. He covered his nose, he had always hated the smell of a demon's blood. He cleaned his hand on her gown but it never slipped the stench completely. 

 He snapped his finger to teleport to his bathroom. He discarded his clothe and stood under the shower. 

 He had not planned anything like that, he had only wanted to talk about Ivie, did she really have to show that she was a demon and have him kill her? He sighed and waved his free hand to have his blood stained clothe burn on air with a fire that had no smoke. 

 When he was done, he snapped his finger again to return back to the scene of his misdeed where his cat, now transformed into a wolf, was eating the remains of Sister Omo. 

 "Good girl." 

 He left the room and rejoined Sister Gabriel who had decided to wait for Sister Omo to avoid another encounter with the cat. 

 Relief washed through her when she saw the priest, but it was short lived when she didn't see Sister Omo. "Where is she?" she asked. 

 "She's still in the room."

 "Why are you not coming back together?"

 "How would I know what the Sister has in mind? You can go after her if you don't believe me, it's the fourth room."

 Sister Gabriel dashed to the room, her fear of another encounter with the cat forgotten. When she opened the door, she closed it just as immediately and screamed. Screamed so hard Father Chibuike had to cover his ears where he stood. 

 The few students who lazied around the building rushed to the scene and looked at the Sister in surprise until one of the junior students opened the door. A soft gasp left her mouth and she stepped back. 

 The wolf turned to look at them, and for the love of their lives, they scrambled away, but it merely turned and jumped out of the window. 

 Some of the students rushed to the teacher's wing to report what had happened and the school counselor, Father Osayande, arrived at the scene, escaping the many knock downs he would have had of students bumping into him. 

 "What's with the ruckus?" He met Sister Gabriel at the door and followed her line of sight. "The precious blood of Jesus." He made the sign of the cross. 

 "I doubt the blood of Jesus is black, but I understand your disbelief." Father Chibuike came from behind him. 

 "How is this possible?" He stared at the corpse. 

 "The black blood or how she died?" He covered his nose, fighting the urge to puke. What's with low level demons deciding to enter the body of humans and messing with their blood?

 "What happened here? Sister Gabriella, say something!" The counselor, the ever calm counselor, barked. 

 "I don't know, when I came in, there was a wolf eating her body."

 "A wolf?" He sounded like he didn't believe it. "But there are no wild animals around her, how can a wolf….. Father Chibuike, quickly, report this to the Dean, and gather the other priests, more than anything, we need to pray that her soul makes it to heaven."

 But there was no need, as minutes later, Sister Omo woke up naked, raged and in hell.