A Cold Day In Hell - BLLK!Demons au X Reader

Chapter Three - First Snow

Isagi Yoichi, for the first time in over a hundred years, feels weak. There's a quiver in his hands, a cold sweat runs down the back of his neck, and a small shaking has taken home in the centre of his knees. He feels like any sudden movement would cause him to collapse. He gulps down the feelings running through him, doing his best to ignore the dizziness swirling through his brain.

And all through this, his eyes never leave your form.

He knew that the human would smell amazing, but fuck! He couldn't have expected this. No demon could expect this. His head feels so light yet his limbs feel so heavy, he can't command his feet to walk in a straight line. This was ridiculous! He'd smelled more than one delicious human in his life but this-

He tries to discreetly wipe the drool away from his lips. He thinks you probably notice, watching him just as closely as he watched you. Except, Isagi wants to eat you, and you probably don't want to be eaten in turn. That's where the difference in your relationship lies.

Still, this was going to be an interesting relationship. That was if he could tamp down on his instincts well enough to be able to actually talk to you.

You stay completely silent as he leads you towards the train station, watching everything with a careful eye. When a nine-foot tall ogre strolls by the two of you, you lean closer to Isagi in an attempt to stay away from the unknown demon. And when Isagi takes a deep inhale of your scent, he thinks he faints for just a second.

Eventually, you both arrive at the train station, and Isagi watches you out of the corner of his eye. You stare up at the sign 'First Circle Railway - Est. 23000 Bce' raising an eyebrow at the last part.

"I'm pretty sure trains were invented after that," you say, and Isagi nods. He licks the roof of his dry yet somehow drooling mouth and then tries to speak.

"Yeah, but time in the other realms works differently - Plus, if it's bad for the environment, you can probably find some version of it down here in Hell," he says, mentally patting himself on the back when his words don't come out a slurred mess.

"...That makes sense, I guess," is your incredibly lame response.

Isagi doesn't know what to say after that, so he just keeps walking. Focusing on his heart rate as it keeps a steady panic level beat. Moving up to the same ticket seller from before. You visibly flinch at the eldritch-looking creature, and the many-eyed demon rolls them (individually, of course) towards you. You make a sound crossed between a whimper and a stifled scream, Isagi pushes down the thrill he gets at the noise.

"When's the next train up north?" Isagi asks, the demon slowly forms a weird fleshy appendage, and points it at the clock. His finger lands on the '11', which Isagi assumes is 11 pm, in about fifteen minutes.

"Ah, thank you. Have a good day," Isagi says. You whip your head around to stare at him in shock. He looks back at you, just as confused, but all you do is shake your head and avert your gaze.

...Even he can tell this is awkward.

He turns, guiding you to the platform that will take them to the Manor. He's slowly managing to deal with your intoxicating smell, taking care to make sure the wind isn't blowing it towards him,. For the first time since he walked into the Embassy, he can manage to think, but he doesn't have much hope for the three hour long train ride home.

You take the initiative this time, moving past him in the crowd and toward the edge of the platform. He notices you somehow find the best seat strategically, at the edge of the platform without any blind spots. His fangs find their way to his bottom lip, and he wonders how he can make you more comfortable so you wouldn't have to be afraid.