Deamon Lover

Disclaimer: I don’t own X-Men:Evo but I do enjoy playing around with the characters for my
own twisted angst-ridden amusement.

Demon Lover
By BithaBlu

The Assignment

Rogue looked out the window of the art room of the Bayville high school and stared at the rolling
clouds outside. The dark churning in the sky appealed to her present mood and she grinned
slightly as a bolt of lightening flashed. ‘So like mah,’ she thought, ‘Dark, untouch’ble, despised by
the happy people...’ Rogue sighed and turned her attention back to Ms. Wendlen, the only teacher
Rogue thought was tolerable in the high school.
“Today class, we will be trying something new,” Ms. Wendlen chirped from the front of the room,
“I will be giving each of you a title of a painting you may or may not have heard of and then you
will paint the image that title brings to your mind. You’ll have all week to work on this project so
don’t worry about having alot done today.” The teacher smiled and began walking around the
room, passing out titles. Rogue let her eyes wander back to the storm swirling outside and zoned
out. As Ms. Wendlen strode closer Rogue could hear some of the titles the other students were
being given; The Scream, Entrance to a Quarry, Self Portrait, Telephone in a Dish With Three
Grilled Sardines at the End of September... Rogue grinned at the last one. It was a Dali picture
that she had a poster of hanging above her closet door. She had bought it because the title had
made her smile back when few things had made her smile. That was a month ago. And Rogue was
seriously thinking about going back to buy another oddly named poster just for that brief moment
of gleeful joy that Dali’s titles gave her. When Ms. Wendlen finally got to her, Rogue smirked.
Before the teacher could give her a title to work with Rogue suggested deviously, “How ‘bout
Debris of an Automobile Giving Birth to a Blind Horse Biting a Telephone? Ah think Ah could
work with a title like thah.” A broad smile crossed the teacher’s face, “Why Rogue, I didn’t know
you liked Salvador Dali.” The smile faltered a bit and she hesitated, “I was actually planing on
giving you a different title though. I hope you don’t mind.” Rogue’s mischievous smile fell but she
quickly replaced it with a fake cheery one. “Ah’m fine with any title Ms. Wendlen,” Rogue said
politely. Inside she was screaming, ‘Please nothing happy! If she gives me Sunflowers or Children
At Play Ah’m gonna scream.’ Ms. Wendlen made a tight little smile and lowered her voice, “Now
this isn’t a title I usually give to my students but I think you’ll have fun with it,” the teacher
paused and despite herself Rogue actually leaned forward in anticipation, “I’m giving you the title
of Deamon Lover. I hope that inspires you.” The teacher grinned but then looked slightly hesitant,
“Just nothing too vulgar, OK? I don’t want to get in trouble with Ms. Darkholme for promoting
pornography.” Rogue gave her a conspirital smile and nodded.
When Ms. Wendlen wandered back to the front of the room Rogue stared at the blank canvas in
front of her and contemplated her title. Deamon Lover... Rogue let her imagination roll the title
around in her head. What would a deamon lover look like? Would he be a devil standing over an
entranced damsel? Rogue quickly dismissed that thought. ‘Why would anyone want ta fuck
somethang that looks that nasty? All big ‘an red ‘an pointy.’ She thought about what a deamon
would have to look like if it were to be enticing to human. Then Rogue shrugged and started
working on the background. She knew it was going to take her awhile to figure out what he
would look like so she might as well get something done.