Chris Motionless Imagines / One shots

Separate

A/N: this was gonna be a whole book based off this song and suggested to do so by my sweet friend Kellyrages but because of current things and life problems, i  do not see the book finished. it's possible it will but not guaranteed. so enjoy this part of chapter one book fic thing.

            • 𝘊𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘻𝘦𝘭 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴
𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 •

                  

The demon walks near his father, grumbling under his breath. Oh, how he dislikes the very elevator that shifts them above where they call home. It always messes with his balance. Why couldn't they have done something different, made something abit easier for the demons for these meetings?

A portal maybe, something a little less likely to screw with him and his balance. He supposes that's something to do with the Creator and his decision to mess with the demons once more.

The Creator is a thorn in every single Demon's side.

The feeling is also mutual so he supposes it's fair.

He knows at some point he has to get used to it, especially since he is to take over the role after his father passes or steps down. Passing is most likely though, his father stepping down is gonna be as easy as fighting the man.

Chris can feel the headache come on as soon as they step off the elevator, the harp is filling his headspace. His mind is already clouded and he can practically feel the good flow through his veins. It makes him want to hurl. 

A demon being good?

It's possible but unlikely.

It almost makes him want to snap some poor innocent angel's neck.

He really does despise coming to this realm for just some meeting on who goes where. Judgement day as they call it.

He doesn't understand why they need to be here for these, it takes his whole day of doing more important things away from him.

It's often serial killers, granted there is usually more of a jury here to decide as well. A group of other peers along the wall in the seats that magically appear at the request of the Creator, or as they call him. Mitch.

Mitch, he was a famous musician. The worst of the worst, at least in most eyes. He was built strictly for hell alone. His path was paved for him.

Then somehow, he was murdered.

That was the sure fire way of pushing the man full force into the good place. The man radiates so much good now, it practically burns anyone that's not pure's eyes.

Chris sees the angels in one group of a circle, dancing and giggling. Their hands connected as they do so. The distaste filling his bones as he takes it all in. Making his skin crawl as if bugs find their way inside.

The songs always gets stuck in his head for weeks.

Torture.

It's too pure and filled with nothing but good intentions.

It makes him want to jump.

Damn be the consequences.

His focus being tossed back to the meeting at hand as his father taps his shoulder, "This is my son Christopher. He'll be ruling after I ultimately meet my demise. Whatever or whenever that may be."

Chris nods to the man, taking the seat that's offered in front of the creator.

Mitch clasps his hands in front of him, his long brown hair being moved behind him and out of his way as he gives a nod to remain peaceful and nice.

"Take a seat gentleman."

It's the whistle that rings through the small area, the once happy and cheerful angels stopping. The man standing beside Mitch, who had been introduced as Ollie signals someone named Lilith by his side.

Her bright red hair, curled and a mess from where it had been moving along to the wind created. Her dress is just pass her knees, clean and radiates the white that covers the good place. It hurts anyones eyes who looks at it too long. Any mortal at least. Her angel wings close in behind her back as she makes her way to the man.

Her hazel eyes dart across the room, full of curiosity and innocence. They are filled with such a sparkle that fits her. It radiates off of her. How pure she is. She stands by her father, her hands going back behind her back as she takes a seat.

Her soft smile filling her face as she nods at whatever her father whispers to her before she is shifting and moving her hands to her lap.

Her hazel eyes lock to Chris who is focused on the man before him. Her eyes are full of wonder as she studies the man. An eyebrow raising as she smiles at the man once his eyes find hers. His brown irises filled with nothing more than evil and horror.

Yet, Lilith isn't scared but merely smiling before she looks away and to her father leaving a stunned Chris in her wake.

Her cheeks filling with color.

"Lilith, will you please grab our guests something to drink?"

Her eyes locked to her father's, nodding, "Yes father."

"Thank you sweet child."

The creator smiles, looking to the two demons, "Anything particular you are wanting?"

Both Chris and his father mumble water before Lilith is skipping on her feet and disappearing before their eyes. Her wings come to view as they fly with her and give her the utmost beauty that takes Chris by shock.

His eyes trained to where she had just been before him. His breath sucked in at the fact.

Chris, he's seen beautiful women all of his years in this world but not one as intriguing as her. It's not as easy to get enamored in a female's company or presence. His taste is much more different now than it was before.

Years ago, he'd been aching to get just a simple taste of the innocence any woman carried. He'd been jumping on the chance to corrupt her in all the ways imaginable.

It's his forte, it always has been.

Yet, all he can do now is stare in complete awe at the angel that vanished before his eyes. As if she held his life into her whole entire hands and with one small crush, she could end it.

"Mr. Cerulli."

She whispers startling the demon as she hands over the drink.

"Here you go."

She smiles, stepping away from the man with a curiosity in her emerald eyes as she moved back to where she stood beside her father.

Her hands finding their way back behind her back as she stands there, eyes on the handsome man with his evil eye sparkling as he can fill the idea fill his head.

He is gonna ruin every sweet thing about her.