How to Make Peace with your Demons

Chapter 3: A Demons Marriage

"dicturus es me nubere"

"Are you going to marry me?"

~

He laid face down in the crawl space.

After he escaped from the vampire he managed to slink down here through the holes in the crummy drywall and flooring. The cold dirt and mud was somewhat comforting to him.

He left because the vampire boy had been yelling at him for something, but he wasn't sure what.

Killua didn't appreciate yelling.

He said something along the lines of "why?", but Killua found it odd that the guy could be unsure of his actions.

Everyone knows that if another immortal being gives a demon an offering it's essentially a marriage proposal.

An offering is when someone hands down an item, or sometimes person, to an immoral being. The vampire gave the clothing to him instead of just leaving it somewhere for him.

Killua had thought this guy might have been a suitor that his mother hired. But he had by now ruled that out. This guy wasn't a demon, duh.

Sure, vampires are descendants of demons, but still.

By now he had figured that this guy had actually just bought the house and was a clueless idiot.

Did he even do a walkthrough of the place before he bought it? Killua wondered.

He scoffed. A flurry of dirt flew up went right in his nose.

Oh right, he was still face down.

Killua sat up and smacked his head on the floor above him.

"Yeouch!" He exclaimed, rubbing the tender bump now forming on his scalp.

He inched towards the small vent that followed into the bathroom from the crawl space.

It was easy opening the vent, but getting through it was a whole different story.

Killua was already pretty slender, but this thing was only about 1 foot by 6 inches big.

He could shape shift to a very limited extent, but it was enough to make his giant fucking head small enough to fit. Not to mention the amount of energy he needed to shift was outrageous.

He would need to feed on some kind of energy source soon otherwise he might be sent back to the underworld. To his parents.

He shuddered just thinking about as he popped his wings out from the vent.

Just as he got his bony hips through the slot, the bathroom door swung open to a stunned vampire.

"Uh-" the vampire stuttered. "I- eh-"

Killua froze.

Don't do it, don't you fucking do it-

But he was already shaking, shivering. He felt jittery, but this was a common defense mechanism for demons. Why? Well to make their opponent think they are hopeless of course! After they think that the demon is weak, they drop their guard. The perfect time to strike.

But Killua didn't want to hurt this guy. Especially when he has an abundance of what Killua needs.

Energy.

Demons need to feed on others energy to survive on the surface, and Killua was starving.

Sure, an attack would generate a nice amount of energy for him to absorb, but what's the fun in that?

Killua has a different plan.

He starts to whimper and tries to muster up some fake tears for the full effect. If the vampire pities him, Killua can get closer to him. Closer to that sweet, sweet energy.

He can already tell that it's working. The vampire has a pained look on his face as if he had seen a hurt puppy on the side of the road.

He said something in English then held his hand out to Killua and gestured for him to take it.

Killua clasped his hand around the vampire's and warmth shot through his palm.

He stood with the help of the warm vampire, Killua started wiping his fake tears from his face and sniffled a bit.

The vampire lead him by the hand to the living room. Once they got there, Killua plopped down in the middle and crossed his arms. He was still shivering.

Stupid defensive mechanism really has to make me look all weak now doesn't it-

The vampire left for a moment and Killua almost thought that he had left the house entirely until he came back with the same pair of clothes from their first incident.

He said something before placing it in the space between them.

Killua took that as an invitation to take them, which he did. He didn't want to seem rude to what could be his new energy source.

Only after he slipped both of them on did he question if they would be too big for him. Demons didn't typically wear clothes so he didn't know how it was supposed to fit.

The baggy trousers fell to the floor as he stood. The shirt collar hung comically low on his chest and the length of it made it look like he was wearing a muumuu.

The vampire blushed and looked at the ground, scratching the back of his neck. He muttered something but Killua wasn't fluent enough in English to understand.

Killua shrugged and bent over to pick up the discarded gray trousers. He then handed them over to the vampire.

"Name?" Killua questioned after the vampire took them.

He looked at him blankly for a moment before snapping out of it, "Gon. My name is Gon."

He gave Killua an expecting look. Oh right, now Killua says his name.

"Killua, I Killua."

/okay I think that's it for now. I'm so tired rn it's not even funny.

I'm not sure about the whole Killua doesn't know a lot of English thing. Of course Gon will eventually teach him more so for now we just have to wait for the story to get to that point ig/