There he was. By he, I mean the man. Who I had been daydreaming about since 10th grade. Even though it was dim, there was enough moonlight to see an unmistakable look in his blue eyes.
"Hello, darling." He said. I couldn't speak or even move. "Don't you recognize me?"
"You're... You're not real... You can't be..." I stuttered. He stepped closer to me.
"Does this feel real?" He said, grabbing me suddenly and kissing me roughly. I wanted to pull away, but it was like a force was pulling me closer to him every time I tried to move away. I eventually gave up and tried to enjoy it. He was an even better kisser than I imagined him as. Eventually he pulled back, and I had the opportunity to speak.
"Who... Who are you?" I said, backing away from him, but he only moved closer to me.
"Sweetie, why are you moving away from me? I know you want this just as much as I do." I hated to admit it, but it was true. I wasn't going to admit it to him though.
"You didn't answer my question" I said. He chuckled.
"I'm a demon." He said. At this point I had backed up into a wall and he pinned me against it. He took my arms and held them above my head. I was scared. What was a demon doing in my living room? He must be joking. I tried to wiggle my hands free from his grasp, but his grip was too tight. I was about to scream for help, but as if he knew what I was thinking he put his lips on mine again. He pulled away. "Shut up and listen and maybe I'll answer all your questions" he whispered. I nodded.
"But... You can't be a demon, that's crazy."
"Well I am. Actually, I'm not just any demon, I'm your demon." My hands were stilled pinned above my head by him, but he had stepped away enough where that was the only place where we were touching. It was honestly driving me insane. "You see, everyone has a demon, whether they know it or not. I'm yours. I'm the one responsible for those urges you get sometimes, you know, to hurt someone, to steal something, to lie, to masturbate, all of that is caused by me. Most demons are out there to kill their person who they follow, but what's the point in that? Sexual frustration and insanity-that's what I'd rather watch. Or, just sex in general."
"Lust. He's a demon of lust." I thought.
"Not purely lust. You see, all demons are made of a mixture of a the 7 sins. But some have their favorites. Mine happens to be lust." How did he read my mind?
"Can demons... You know..?" I asked awkwardly.
"What creature can't? Of course we can, and with mortals too... If we want." He said, licking his lips and looking at me with a look of passion. But the look was gone within a second. "To answer your question, in order to give you the urges, I have to be able to enter your mind. All demons are mind readers. You can't have secrets around me, dear."
"Why did I dream about you? Think about you?" I said. He leaned in close to my ear.
"Can't demons have fun too?" He said. And before I could react, he was gone. Just like that.
