My Demon

13. Distancing... and punishment?

I had been feeling it for a long time, that demon really wanted to lead me to my doom.

And I feared for myself, I was struck by how sweet this striking, sinful man could be.

So I had to stay away, try to survive and stay away from the danger. I should not give in to that temptation, for the only thing it would really lead to, would be my tragic end.

I could not leave my life now - as tempting as the idea of sinning with that demon seemed-. My mother still needed me, for my part I was beginning to forget about Orfeo, somehow I managed to stop caring so much about having to see him in class -more or less-.

Yes, he had changed his timetable, and now, for some unknown reason, he was trying to get close to me, and it was really annoying, I didn't want him to get close to me.

Because I still knew, that in a part of my heart, he was still present, and I didn't want to fall for him again. I didn't want to suffer for him again. And even if I was not swayed by Orfeo and his words. A certain demon was still present. And he was one of the things that worried me most at that time in my life, much more than Orfeo himself.

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For a couple of weeks now, more specifically since the incident. The brunette had been blatantly evading the demon, and now, she had not been able to tear herself away from the cross that kept the jet-haired man away from her.

Meanwhile, the demon seeing that the girl had already become aware of his presence as a man and demon -and not as a nuisance-, could no longer get the necessary energy from her to maintain his human form, which he only used from time to time to annoy the artist, and to chat animatedly with the writer, with whom he had shared his ‘number’ the first time they had seen each other.

At that time there was really no real problem - although he was not as strong as before because of a certain brunette - and he did not really spend as much time as before in the younger girl's room either, for when he was only ignored, he would leave with some annoyance.

And now, he found himself in the palace he knew so well. Having a few drinks with the god of chaos and king of demons, who at the same time accompanied his wine with a good cheese, as if he didn't need to breathe. Though it didn't detract from the fact that he drank like a b****y viking too.

“I don't get it,” he said, pausing rather sharply as he watched his friend's non-stop eating and drinking. “I try, but I will never understand it, you're f*****g bottomless,” said the black-haired boy sighing as he gulped down what was left in his glass.

The god with his cheeks puffed out like a squirrel, arched one of his eyebrows, and stared at the demon, who was staring at the ceiling. Another butler had brought them more alcohol. And at that moment, the blue-haired one sharpened his gaze at the younger one as he took the bottle to drink it himself.

“And tell me, what about the human? Did you get her soul and finalise the contract?” The sound of breaking glass caught his attention. The sight of the drink spilled on the table, mixed with the glass and the demon's dark blood, coupled with the Tom's toxic stare glowing brighter and more annoying, had led him to a simple conclusion. “It seems not.”

The boy at that moment grunted and a servant girl brought him another bottle so that, when his wound was healed, he could take it, open it and start drinking it uncontrollably.

“Hey, hey, hey!” the older man shouted, taking the drink from his hand. “What the hell is wrong with you!?”

The jet-haired boy snorted, and got up and went to lie down on the comfy sofa in the study, only to stare at the ceiling again.

“That girl is getting on my nerves. I need energy to regenerate my magic faster. And because we almost ended up f*****g, now she doesn't want me around. It looks like she wants to punish me!”

The god at that very moment snapped his fingers and the boy fell to the ground. At the blow and a quiet grunt of annoyance, he was about to rise to hiss like a sulking cat, but the blue-haired man's gaze had silenced him almost instantly.

“I told you to finish the f*****g job, Mir... What happened?”

The demon fell silent for a moment. He didn't really know what to say at the look of annoyance and concern on his friend's face.

“If you see that you can't get her soul, you know what you have to do. It will benefit you more.”

The black-haired man stared at him for that sentence. And soon, with a military style leap he stood in front of the god who, when he felt the horned one approaching, stood still and the younger one faced him, but the man only sharpened his now reddish gaze to reach for his cup and take a sip of his drink.

“What are you hiding from me Tuldirm?” The taller man could only sigh at the question he knew would come up at some point. But he only shook his head and turned and patted the younger one's head, heading back to his desk after that act, the demon snorting and sighing softly. “Besides, she doesn't want to get rid of me…”

A shudder ran through the god from head to toe, who turned abruptly and the toxic-eyed one noticed how the man's skin had paled three shades.

«No», the blue-haired man thought instantly at what he had heard.

“What's the matter?” The boy asked in surprise and gently contracted his pupils in concern at the tone his friend's skin now had.

Silence had fallen, both looked at each other, but neither responded to the doubts raised. And soon, the tension faded and they both jumped in place as they realised that a servant had appeared in front of the god, making a subtle bow for the same.

He approached the man, and began to whisper something in his ear that the younger man could not quite make out, but just by looking at his friend's enraged face, he could imagine what was going on and who he was whispering about.

Soon, the butler bowed again, bidding them both farewell and disappearing almost instantly. The god looked at the jet-haired man with the utmost seriousness.

“We'll leave this conversation for another time...”

“Vephi?” He asked with an arched eyebrow and his head gently c****d to one side.

“Yes, Vephi,” the man grunted to sharpen his gaze. “Once again she has gathered several demons and gods again to take my throne from me. I have had enough of her foolish and futile attempts, her kingdom, though mighty, is no match for the battalions under my command,” he said, growling with a pronounced scowl on his face. He was really annoyed at that moment.

“I still think she's trying to get your attention,” he said, trying to break the ice and relax the god, who didn't seem to be in the mood.

“Well, all she does is piss me off to no end,” the apocalyptic god snarled angrily.

“We'll talk later then,” whispered the boy who had every intention of leaving, or so he planned to, until the voice of the older one stopped him for a moment.

“Remember what I told you Mir. It is in the best interests of both of you. For you, and for that child”.

The raven-haired boy, at that instant, turned to ask the man why he was so insistent on the damn subject - since he couldn't understand his devotion to it-. But when he turned around, he could only duck his ears in annoyance, for his friend had, with a gesture, left him with the word in his mouth the moment he left.

«It sounds like he's speaking in first person. As if he had lived it...» The younger boy thought curiously at this and then shook his head. “No, it's not possible, is it?”

For long minutes, the boy remained thoughtful, staring at the place where the god had stood before. And not drawing a precise conclusion, he simply sighed. «I've known him for more than a thousand years and yet I don't know his whole story».

He thought scratching the back of his neck, while another sigh escaped from his lips, and without further ado, he turned and looked for the exit to escape from that palace, trying to find some fun that would cloud his thoughts and keep away those that had to deal with a certain brunette with light blue eyes.

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A sigh escaped my lips at that moment. It was seven o'clock in the morning. My head had been a mess for some time now, and that night was no different, for I could almost say that I had been awake all night.

At that moment the image of that demon popped into my head, and I growled, covering my face with a pillow to squeeze and scream loudly.

I really wanted to distance myself from that man, but when I remembered his look: saddened and regretful at the same time. I could only feel bad. Now that I was avoiding him and trying to stay away, I could see a certain pain in his eyes that caught my attention and directed a needle straight to my heart.

It was true that many times he was a great disturbance to my peace, but... there were also times when he was really understanding, which is surprising coming from a demon. You could see those gestures - even if he didn't want to show it-.

But there were also those dark moments that I knew he possessed and perhaps, that side of Thomirchotch was what scared me the most...

[...]

What I remembered best about that day was that it was raining very hard, and the streets were empty -clearly-. I had known Tom for a while. Maybe a month, I'm not really sure. But what I did remember very clearly was how I saw him arrive that dark and stormy night.

I was lying in bed, with my phone in my hand and my headphones on, listening to some music to relax while reading, and when I got tired, I simply put on a few episodes of one of my favourite series. 

But interrupting me, an intense glow caught my attention. I instantly turned off the phone and put it aside so I could watch, clenching my fists a little, hoping it was just that annoying demon. And there, in that moment, I tensed from head to toe.

It was quick and momentary, though, as the light disappeared in the blink of an eye. For a tiny instant, I caught a glimpse of a tall, dark figure.

The only thing I could describe of what I saw was that this being was not human.

I knew also from heavy breathing and the sound of his movements, that he had come with wounds and soaked in blood that had fallen on the floor of my room, and I also knew that this figure was without a doubt Thomirchotch.

Heavy footsteps began to echo through the length and breadth of my room, I heard him sit down on the floor, and as I pulled the covers over me without making too much noise, I heard an unpleasant, slimy sound that made my skin and bones tingle. I felt my heart want to resonate more than what I was hearing. I had no idea if he would be devouring something, and honestly, I'd rather not know.

I didn't know how long it had been since it had started, but I know that when it was over, I tried to relax, but as I watched something shimmer out of the blankets, my body shuddered and I paled. I heard the less heavy footsteps approaching my bed and I turned over "asleep".

After that, everything around me for a moment stopped as I felt something sneak in between my sheets and tensing me to my fullest, I felt my waist being hugged and a head leaning on my stomach, as I heard and felt a soft purr, I sighed softly in my 'reverie'.

“Goodnight angioletto,” Tom whispered softly, as he sighed and snuggled a little closer to me.

At that particular moment, several feelings swirled in my body. On the one hand, fear of what I had heard, plus the faint image of the figure that had made me panic. But on the other hand, I didn't understand it, but being that way with that man, with him hugging me -until he turned into that beautiful feline-, on that side, I felt a certain tenderness and tranquillity, one that made me fall into the arms of Morpheus without even realising it.

[...]

And it was because of that chilling event - from which I had only doubts about how to feel about Tom - and the incident that happened two weeks ago that I now preferred to keep him as far away from me as possible and punish him for being a complete i***t. Because really, he didn't have another f*****g name!

For that very reason, I had planned another day in which I wouldn't have to see him. But a green light in the middle of my room already made me realise that I wasn't going to achieve my goal.

«How lucky I am...»

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After having been lost for hours in the dark and gloomy realm that belonged to my dear friend and ascendant, I had found nothing that had caught my attention. So I just turned back.

The women in that place were not as interesting as they might have seemed to me before -indeed I had had time to have fun with all of them and none of them had convinced me to repeat- nor was there any kind of entertainment -such as a fight or even a s*******r- that would have made me stay and not return to my angioletto's room. Now, it was almost seven in the morning. And she would be sleeping.

«What a shit... Wait a minute~». I thought with a sly grin. «Good time to request my energy~»

There I appeared in that room, and soon, my gaze was directed towards the bed and my smile widened to soon become a shadow and with sublime speed, I entered the sheets of the one who had summoned me, and I entangled myself like a snake in Caeli's legs.

When I felt her shallow shudder at my touch, a sly, mischievous smile formed on my lips.

«So you're awake, huh? Well, let's see how long it takes you to push me away~»

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The female at that moment felt her heart pumping her blood hard as she felt a comforting warmth run through her legs, a sensation that two weeks ago she had been able to feel because of the hands and actions of that demon. And now, it made a tingling sensation run slowly and thoroughly through her body.

Her legs closed instinctively, with a little force. But almost without trying, her legs opened again with a soft caresses of that shadow, and left the female completely exposed.

A gentle massage began to be spread along with wet, sensual kisses all over her legs, making her gasp quietly with a subtle blush on her cheeks and a lustful glow in her eyes.

It was then, when she felt a light bite on her inner thigh, that the blush had spread all over her face and part of her neck, as well as making her jump in place.

«I have to stop him right now... but why the f**k won't I move!» She thought biting her lower lip as she felt the kisses slowly begin to make their way to her intimacy. Getting her even more anxious, as she felt them gently sucking her clit over her clothes.

And when she noticed how the lingerie had been pushed aside, she tensed noticeably and denied erratically, pulling the sheet to try to push him away, but when she felt the demon's wet tongue caressing her entire womanhood, a lightning bolt ran through her body and made her curl back on the bed, covering her mouth and face with both hands, fearful that her voice would come out loud and too high-pitched.

And it might be an impossible mission, for that tongue had surely been created to un-inhibit the more lustful demons in her soul to dance to its movement.

And he, he was simply enjoying himself like a bastard. The gestures, expressions, reactions and the sweet taste the brunette possessed enraptured and delighted him.

«I can't stop,» they both thought, gasping at the sensations coursing through their bodies uncontrollably.

He felt his energy begin to return to his body, although as soon as he started pleasuring her, that fact had been put on the back burner.

Now they both just wanted to enjoy each other. Let themselves be carried away by l**t and desire. But they both had to stop when they heard the sound of something. The girl reacted, the demon returned to its normal form and they broke apart gasping as they saw that the sound bouncing around the room was the alarm.

The girl awoke from the limbo the man had put her in, and with a shove she knocked the demon to the floor. Quickly she ran to her wardrobe, grabbed the prepared outfit and ran in the direction of the bathroom.

As soon as she entered, she tried to close it behind her, but a hand on the door prevented her. 

“Get your hand away from there!” The girl shouted, trying to close it.

“No! Give me my sacred food!” He said, trying to force the door open. «Since when is a human this strong?!»

“No! You're grounded! So... GET AWAY!” It was then that the man pulled away with superhuman speed, as he saw the cross in front of his eyes, causing them to burn and he fell backwards to the ground, as he rolled like a croquette and screamed in utter pain.

She slammed the door shut, dressed quickly and, pushing the black-haired man away with the crucifix in hand, the brunette ran out of her room, and soon out of her house. But not before giving her mother a kiss on the cheek as a farewell. And at that moment, run like hell towards the university.

After a while, the girl gasped in exhaustion and shook her head and stopped for a moment. She picked up her phone -already far enough away from her house that she was sure the demon wouldn't come after her- and started texting her friend. And soon, a call came up and she answered it.

“The demon again?” asked the Japanese girl with a bit of enthusiasm. Being that the brunette began to rant on about the jet-haired boy and what had happened making the redhead not hear what she was saying. And with a sigh, she said to her friend to calm her down: “Okay, okay. We'll move the time up this afternoon. Six o'clock at our favourite coffee shop. Curt's coming too, okay?”

“Did you tell him about Tom? I told you not to tell anyone!” said the brunette with a frown.

“He was listening to the conversation the gossipy one, I couldn't help it,” she said, trying to excuse herself.

“Alright... See you later then. I'm going to try to survive the classes,” she sighed, saying goodbye to her friend and hanging up the phone as she overheard a small conversation that she had preferred not to hear from the journalist and the writer. And without further ado, she started walking in the direction of the university. «If the day has started like this, I don't want to imagine how it's going to end...»