When You Think You're Sinning

Part 3

A/N - Alright, so let's start this off with another massive shout out to @BuckyBabyBoy, but this time for a slightly different reason. I am going to be developing this into series. So thanks to them, (and a little help from my talented roommate) there is this whole universe and dynamic I want to explore. You can definitely finish reading this 5 part installment and be satisfied with how it ends (I think), but if you're digging Demon Bakugo, you can look forward to more of that!

Also, it you're interested I made a Playlist that I listen to when writing this which mainly consists of P!ATD and the Ready Set (plus FOB, MCR, etc) that you are more than welcome to jam to while you read. https://open.spotify.com/playlist/69RE5AjWVO0Wt7Pkc8aaSL?si=PaOGkF66TFCty-BqnyqzcQ&dl_branch=1

Anyways please enjoy part three 😈😈

A myriad of emotions flashed across Katsuki's face, and Eijiro immediately started to back pedal.

"I mean- I just-." Eijiro took a deep breath. "I just mean that you're not exactly like the demons everyone talks about. You're.... nicer. And I haven't heard of many demons who just come around for sex, so like are you a sex demon? Or like do you just do this for fun, and you do something else like torture? Or.... Why are you looking at me like that?"

Katsuki's amused smirk taunted him, and Eijiro felt the heat of a blush mixing with the hot water still washing over them. "No, please continue with your ideas." Katsuki's voice filled with unexpressed laughter, causing his blush to deepen.

"No." Eijiro pouted. "You're being mean." Katsuki let out a single chuckle, as he rolled his eyes, before stepping out of the water, and grabbing a towel from the bar next to the tub.

"When you're clean and dry, we'll talk. But I make no promises on how many questions I'm going to answer." Eijiro watched him walk to the door, before fumbling with the soap to clean himself up. He tried to collect his thoughts as he cleaned up, hoping to organize all the questions that had been plaguing him all day. By the time he joins Katsuki on the couch, he has more questions than he can keep track of.

Katsuki sighs as the redhead settles in, his gaze fixed on Eijiro's eyes that were filled with curiosity. "I wasn't expecting to already talk about this shit, but whatever you're thinking demons are, you're wrong. The demon form you saw, is the manifestation of my soul from when I was human."

"Wait, what does that mean?" Eijiro interrupted, his brain trying desperately to stitch the information with what he'd been taught his entire life. "Like you were really bad or something?"

"Will you let me finish? For fuck's sake, you ask a question, and then don't even let me finish explaining." Katsuki muttered. "Okay, so demon forms are manifestations of human souls from when they were alive. Basically people who let their shitty negative emotions consume them, the more twisted their soul becomes. Being dead gives you a completely different perspective on the shit you go through while you're alive though, so a lot of us just let that shit go. Which I guess is why you think of me as nicer."

"Okay." Eijiro mused, trying to pick the appropriate follow up question. "So, the people who don't let their past go?"

"Oh those are the demons you read about, possessions, evil acts, so on and so forth. Fucking dicks. They are the main reason we have a bad rep. That and you've seen the fucking hellscape we live in."

Eijiro nodded, his mind flashing briefly with the memory of that strange dark room. "Yeah, I did. Was that hell, or where was that?"

"I guess you could call it that. I don't think there's really any official name for it anyway. I tend to just refer to it as a shithole." Katsuki shrugged.