My Demon

10. Caught in the act

“Um... A-Akane, I, I swear I can explain…” I said with a nervous smile as I had a very noticeable blush on my cheeks.

All due to the tremendous embarrassment that was running through my body at the situation that was taking place.

And there were three essential reasons for that.

The first and main reason: I had a depraved demon on me with a grin, trying to convince me to do things that would surely embarrass Eros -although the reality was completely different-.

The second reason: That I was only in my underwear and in an exaggeratedly compromising position. For he was between my legs and with his hands holding my wrists to put them over my head, preventing me from any escape route. His face was too close to mine to prevent me from looking to one side, and honestly, his toxic stare made me shudder, even if I never wanted to admit it out loud.

And the last reason: My best friend was standing at my door - for she had entered my house with the key my mother had given her for emergencies - staring at me, with her eyes wide open and her mouth too. And standing there, she didn't know what to say when she saw me with Tom in that position.

How had it come to this?

You could say that the events leading up to this moment were comical, a little sad, and at the same time it made me realise that between me and this jet-haired demon on top of my body, and me, there was more than just a pact. And honestly, that had me terrified.

But let's focus on how we got here, because it all started a week ago.

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On a day like any other, the young girl had woken up relatively calm. So calm that it felt really strange. When she opened her eyes, it was only because the alarm had woken her up.

Not because of any kind of annoyed grumbling because it was ringing.

She was alone in her big room, there was no one else. She watched every corner of the place, trying to see if the demon was hiding again in his cat form to scare her, but nothing.

At that moment she sat with her arms crossed, although she wouldn't admit it out loud, but it seemed strange to her and even, she felt that the room felt a bit empty because of the absence of that stupid stray cat that was always around her.

At that thought, the female opened her eyes in surprise and soon slapped her face.

“No, no, no!” said the young girl, shaking her head and taking the hair scrunchie from her wrist, she made a messy bun. And with a smile, she said: “Then let's get to work”.

After that, with a grin from ear to ear, the brunette cracked her fingers and her back and went straight to her desk chair, sitting down, and in good spirits.

And though she didn't know it, the only luck she was going to be able to have all week would be to have changed her schedule so that she wouldn't have to see Orfeo at any time. After what had happened in the cafeteria, her best decision had been to change her schedule so that she could stay far enough away from him. Above all, so that she wouldn't make any mistakes she might regret later.

Focusing on her studies, everything had been really quiet that day, at least the first few hours of the morning, while studying and cleaning she hadn't noticed any sign of a certain demon with perverted and feline tendencies. And honestly, that kept her more relaxed so that she could continue with her chores and her work, much, much more relaxed.

While she was doing her drawings, she could quietly listen to her favourite Beethoven pieces -like Moonlight Sonata-, and she could also listen to thousands of playlists she had on her phone, concentrating even more and creating some drawings she had to make ahead of the next week.

In her quietness, though, she could sense something, something she missed. Although she was comfortable in her little bubble, she couldn't quite concentrate. And that was noticeable when she had to erase and remake different parts of her drawings.

Even so, with some difficulty she let it pass, and calmly allowed the hours to pass until she finished all the projects she had, at that, she smiled and stretched in her place, crunching some parts of her body and sighing in relief.

Among her drawings she noticed a certain half-finished draft and took it and smiled softly. She looked at the clock and was surprised to look around, and a question settled in her head: Where was Tom?

Until late afternoon, or almost evening she had been avoiding that very question, preferring to focus more on everything she had backdated on because of that demon. But it was still odd that he wasn't hanging around her or in her room, bothering her or trying to get energy from her.

“It's strange,” the brunette whispered, looking around her, feeling a certain loneliness at not seeing the man swarming around the room, and at that moment a small prickle of worry stood out in her chest, but... she ignored it. “Well, I guess he'll be back”.

She shrugged at that, forgetting the discomfort in her chest, and yawning wearily she went downstairs to make two small cups of hot chocolate that would relax her enough to rest - just like her mother-. And so she made her way towards Chiara's room, smiling.

She stopped at the door, and felt a slight tremor in her body that surprised her, carefully, she opened the door and observed how her mother was sitting on the bed, with a framed photo in her small hands, and a box of tissues -empty, it should be emphasized- on one side, while her face was blurred by the tears that fell from her green eyes.

There, the younger girl felt her pupils constrict and she rushed to her mother's side, pushing aside the pile of tissues that prevented her from sitting with her.

She set the drinks aside evenly, and soon sat down next to the woman.

She raised her saddened gaze to the younger girl and soon, sobs were pouring from the woman's -previously sealed- lips, and there the brunette hugged her tightly, for she felt that, if she did not, her mother would break down.

The artist then fell silent, while the florist let her little girl listen to her cries. There, the little one looked at the photograph her mother was holding and felt her eyes sting. For there stood her father, with a huge smile and a showman's pose, in front of the flower shop that he and Chiara opened together.

Her body began to tremble gently, but as she watched her mother tremble at the movement of the photograph, she knew she had to control herself, for she wanted to be strong, even if it meant swallowing her own grief at the loss.

Carefully, she took the photo in her hands and soon put it aside to caress the face of her father, from whom she had inherited those blue eyes. At that moment, she turned and lifted her mother's face to begin to brush away her tears and embrace her calmly.

“I'm sorry... I know I have to be stronger for you. But...” She said and the youngest noticed how Chiara's voice broke. “I miss him so much,” the woman whispered, feeling her eyes glaze over once more, and the artist nodded at what she said. “Sometimes it's hard for me to wake up every day and look beside me and not be able to see him. It doesn't matter that it's been almost three years since his death... It's still extremely painful,” she said, placing a hand on her face. “My child, forgive me for not being stronger”.

“Don't talk nonsense, mum!” she said, shaking her head erratically. “Don't even think of saying that. Because it's not true. You are the strongest, smartest, toughest and at the same time sweetest, warmest and most loving woman I have ever known in my life. Don't apologise for something that isn't true,” said the young one, hiding her face in her mother's neck. “I miss him a lot too. But we made him a promise... That the two of us would go on, together, overcoming the obstacles”.

She turned away from the older woman, and like her, the artist was crying, tears thick and painful, full of melancholy.

“You're not alone, mum. And neither am I. We have each other. You'll be fine, we'll be fine, okay?” She said, and after a nod, they both wiped the salty liquid from each other's eyes and looked at each other and then, after a few moments when they were no longer crying, they smiled at each other.

“Together,” whispered the older one, and then hugged her daughter again, who took the cups of chocolate and gave one to her mother so that she could drink calmly and relax more.

Neither wanted to leave each other's side at any time that night, mostly because the brunette did not want to be separated from her mother. She knew how strong her mother was, but you can't always show a tough side, we all have nights when we just want to cry and let off steam, and memories and melancholy have been known to strike hard on those nights.

And it was for that very reason that the university student had to stay with her mother, to be her support in those hard moments.

[...]

The silence was noticeable, while the artist was looking for a way to explain what was going on, none of those present moved. Or at least that was until a certain demon diverted his attention to the brunette, ignoring the redhead girl completely, and calmly, he descended towards the university student's neck, beginning to bestow the girl's tanned skin with suggestive kisses and nibbles that made her blush.

Even the journalist, who was looking for explanations, blushed at the brazenness that the man was showing at that moment.

The brunette tried to push the demon away and when she remembered the crucifix, she tensed up when she realised that she wasn't wearing it. And the jet-haired boy smiled with that wicked, mischievous smile.

“Now you will be mine angioletto~,” he purred with his eyes flashing, and with a tone that only contemplated lasciviousness, as he took the younger girl's wrists and placed them over her head again, with more strength. “And actually, having your friend watch I think it's much more morbid,” he smiled and the shorter girl, who was standing in the doorway, could not move a millimetre before the snapping of the man's fingers.

The man sharpened his gaze on the girl below him and she tensed up at those elliptical eyes that at that moment made her shiver, and really, she couldn't tell if they were good, or bad.

The problem was not the situation itself, but what the black-haired boy had in his mind, that promise that he had to keep...

[…]

Once again, that demon was in that crazy and machiavellian world, in that realm where desire and unbridled l**t made an appearance, it could be seen that that day was special, perversity and libido were visible in that area, characteristic for those special and delirious sensations that made your body vibrate with pure joy.

That dark-haired man walked without any sorrow among the beings that were there, lustful demons, succubi, incubi, and different types of creatures of darkness. All enjoying carnal pleasure, devouring and sharing the energy between bodily fluids, moaning and blaspheming without control.

That area that a certain demon with toxic eyes loved so much, where he could satiate the need to let out his rage, his desire, and all the evils that could give him real headaches. A way to alleviate the thoughts that came to his mind about that human.

The problem: No creature was catching his attention at the moment.

“Tsk, what the hell? I should have f****d everything in front of me by now,” he growled in annoyance, leaving the area where they were calling him or trying to pet him to get his attention. But he was simply in a horrible mood, and preferred to get out of there so as not to hear the constant moans, squeals and cries of pleasure that the monsters created for themselves.

The demon walked for a long time in that godforsaken place. His gaze was lost in his surroundings, in a non-existent point. He felt a continuous discomfort when that artist appeared in his head. It had never happened to him, there was no special reason for that girl to get into his head, it made no sense for her to be swarming in his memories. She was insignificant. She was a mere human, there was nothing special about her.

And yet he couldn't take out his s****l frustration on anybody. And all for a reason that was unknown to him.

“Damn it,” he growled, slamming into one of the large rock walls that loomed to his right, and soon he heard a quiet cackle that made him tense up and growl. “What the hell do you want Zitu, shouldn't you be patrolling your own damn area to keep the renegades out?”

He asked the air, and soon, the image of that sly fox appeared in front of him, and from the smile on its face, it couldn't be good.

“He is angry. Well, disappointed, you know?” She said, starting to wag her long fluffy tail gracefully. “Doknel told me that you didn't get the soul of the human you've been with for quite some time now. And that days have passed and you still haven't gotten it~”, she said mockingly as she circled around the boy, who felt his anger begin to boil up inside him.

“That's something that shouldn't matter to you,” he said and soon felt an arm around his shoulder and he rolled his eyes, “And what's wrong with you now Doknel? And why are you constantly changing your gender?”

“I am the god of deception. Besides, I never told you what my gender really was. So you'll be left wondering~”. He laughed softly. “You always ask me, it seems that human is making you dumber”.

“Okay, that’s still not answering why you two are here and you're f*****g up my quiet time,” he growled at that, averting his gaze as he felt himself being watched by the pair and especially that their gazes were diverted towards the wall that had a pronounced fracture from the blow he had lashed out at it.

And when the god and his vassal were about to start laughing at him, silence fell as they noticed the hideous and powerful presence that the jet-haired boy had acquired. They watched those eyes glowing in that dangerous toxic hue, that aura for a moment choking them, causing them to take a few steps back, and as they watched the demon's claws grow with his fangs, the tension could already be felt at that moment.

But at that, the orange-haired man frowned and soon his aura began to ‘fight’ against the younger one's, who growled at that, and after a few seconds -in which the albina felt like she was suffocating-, both undid their presences -the first one being the black-haired demon-. There, the god looked at the boy with a slight frown and laughed.

“Time goes on, and you grow stronger and stronger. But that is no reason to revolt against a superior,” he said calmly as his tail wagged from side to side.

“I have not revolted,” he corrected him. “I just threatened you a little so you wouldn't bother me with your bullshit. Now tell me, what's wrong with Tuldirm that he won't stop f*****g around?”

Both foxes looked at each other sideways and soon, when they were together, they separated and to the surprise of the demon of destruction, behind them was the god who ruled the world of demons. He walked stoically, with elegance, and a cold reddish look in his eyes that let the boy know that something was wrong, but when he stopped in front of him, he said nothing, nor did he flinch. The black-haired boy just waited patiently, to see what the man was going to do.

And just when he saw him with the intention of speaking, he simply cut him off: “No, I haven't got that human's soul. But I'm close. She's more complicated than I first thought,” he said, and when he saw that the blue-haired and dark-skinned man was about to reply, he spread his wings and growled. “I HAVEN'T GROWN FOND OF HER!”

Silence reigned there after the shout the jet-haired one had given the god. The two foxes looked at each other again and knowing what might be coming, they simply disappeared from the sight of those two demons. And they did so just in time, for the ground began to shake, the demon looked around in surprise, and in doubt, lost his balance and fell face first to the ground at the feet of the demon king.

The blue-haired man scowled at him.

“You must have some respect for me. Since I pulled you out of the mire of s**t you emerged from...” He said and held out his hand, but the black-haired man didn't take it at any point. “Why haven't you taken her soul?”

“She hasn’t decided her wish. It is a breach of contract to devour the soul first. And excuse me, but I have enough on my plate without another curse on me,” he scowled at him, and the taller one grabbed him by the collar of his shirt to pull him up and look at him.

“If you haven't grown attached to her, seduction and mind control shouldn't be a problem for you. So do it, it's your duty. You made a promise when you started devouring souls. You must know the consequences of it,” he said and averted his gaze to keep quiet, so much so that it made the younger one uncomfortable. His friend never shut up.

“Why do you always warn me about this? Have you lived through it?” He asked and watched as the other's gaze darkened to a winey hue at that. That was a warning. He had to stop asking.

“I'm just protecting you, Tom. Just be careful and don't do anything stupid... And keep the promise you once made. Finish the job and don't suffer the consequences”.

[...]

After a few days, in which both, the demon and the girl had spent their time filling their thoughts with each other. We come to that very day in the morning, when the girl woke up and found herself being pinned down by the demon.

The girl's gaze was surprised and frightened at the coldness that those eyes showed and the force he exerted on her wrists, yet she felt excited with that gleam in the man's eyes, and she knew it was surely some power he possessed, otherwise she would surely find herself trembling. And no matter how much she begged him to let go, the man paid no attention, just stared at her and knew the purpose of it. Which only made her double her arousal.

The redhead girl was catatonic in her place, unable to move a single millimetre, even though she knew her friend was in danger. And that only made the brunette's heart flutter more and she tried to run away to go to her friend and try to wake her up. But it was impossible, he wouldn't let go and she felt his presence more and more terrifying.

She brought her sky blue gaze to those toxic eyes, which didn't look at her with that confidence and mischievousness that used to characterise them. They were empty, and that smile gave her chills she didn't like in the least. Her skin turned pale, losing its cinnamon hue. Her heart began to pound harder and harder as the demon bared a sharp row of fangs, its mouth opening wider and wider, tearing at the edges of his cheeks, scaring the girl and letting the tears blur her eyes. Such was her heart rate that he had to stop for a moment, staring at her with those dead eyes, one hand on her neck and the other holding her wrists.

He closed his mouth, and watched her, carefully, as he had not done all the time he had been away. He watched that sweet, innocent gaze blurred by thick tears, her red sclerae... her pupils constricted and trembling with fear at the sight of him, and the colour of her skin that no longer had that beautiful tan tone. It was at that moment that he reacted and shook his head to look at the girl and his eyes returned to normal, to abruptly separate from her and the girl alike, who shivered and pressed herself against the wall. Both with ragged breaths and looking away not knowing what to say or do.

And the first to break the silence was the demon.

“I'm sorry,” he said, and she opened her eyes in surprise and stared at the man, her eyes still glazed over. “My... superior has asked me, but I can't do it. You don't deserve to die. And I have lost contr-!”

It was then that he fell to the ground as he felt a cushion being thrown at her head. And when he went to complain he felt something heavier fall on him and saw the girl looking at him with a frown on her face and tears falling from her eyes.

“Well, I don't give a damn! You still don't have the right to scare me like you did! I thought we were friends now, don't ever do that to me again! I was so scared! f**k!”

The girl said to him totally angry and pissed off, hitting the man's chest hard, or so she thought, because she was really frustrated, she had even worried about him and he, he just...

The man felt his cheeks flush softly, and with a soft sigh, he wrapped his arms around the female. And they both felt their bodies relax at such a pleasant touch.

“I won't do it again, don't worry,” he said, though he couldn't be too sure of his words, since they still had a contract. «Maybe I should find a way to fix this.»

They both stayed in that position, holding each other and keeping calm, relaxing into each other's scent.

As they pulled apart, they both smiled softly, and before they knew it, with a thud, the jet-haired man had fallen unconscious on the floor. There the brunette tensed and worriedly began to move the boy, but when she saw who had hit him with a vase, she tensed.

“Caeli... I think you have a lot of things to tell me”.

She'd forgotten all about it. Now that the redhead girl knew, they had a lot of explaining to do. She was f****d.