Incubus

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(written by Abidolly, edited by Belilula)

Characters: Ominis Gaunt, Sebastian Sallow

Warning: anxiety, blood, character death(or worse),use of alcohol 

A/N: In this story, I did something absolutely unspeakable. This is the saddest thing I've ever written, so proceed with caution.

Description: To summon an Incubus you need an unfulfilled desire, the right amount of anger and some blood (don't do it though!)





Demons are not what muggles perceive them to be; however, their depiction is not far from the truth. These entities are the most dangerous creatures in our world, taking on various shapes and forms. What unites them is their insatiable appetite for souls. These malevolent beings came into existence through unspeakable suffering and the use of dark magic. While Dementors are the most well-known, they are merely one type among many.

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Ominis was sitting in his chair behind his desk and reading a letter from Sebastian. It was nighttime, the light of a dying fire from the fireplace wouldn't reach as far as he was sitting but no one would find any candles around. His long fingers were delicately tracing the paper and a soft smile was playing upon his lips.

Sebastian was in Egypt, working for Gringotts as a curse-breaker and he was apparently very good at it. The job perfectly suited his quick thinking and adventurous nature. Ominis had used his connections to help Sebastian secure the position, but now he couldn't help but feel a tinge of regret. With each passing day, he missed Sebastian more and more.

Ominis shifted in his chair, reaching out to touch the parchment that lay on the table. The magical quill, poised and ready to transcribe his master's thoughts, abruptly halted after only two words. It quivered for a moment, then splattered a small drop of ink onto the page.

Ominis knew exactly why and he withdrew his hand from the paper with a frown. The first two words of the letter read: "Dear friend." Because that's what Sebastian and he were, friends. Best friends since their very first day at Hogwarts. They had always been there for each other during the toughest times. Best friends...

Ominis scoffed, his talent for concealing emotions worked perfectly on humans, yet, these seemingly innocent words at the beginning of a letter cut deeper than anyone could imagine and the perceptive magical quill could sense his inner struggle.

His feelings for Sebastian transcended mere friendship, extending into the depths of his heart from the very day they met. Over time, those feelings grew stronger but they were never reciprocated. Ominis had to endure the agony of witnessing Sebastian's flirtations and countless love affairs. Sebastian's heart was as fickle as a butterfly, fluttering from one love interest to another in a matter of weeks. His affection seemed to stick to anyone within his vicinity, except for Ominis.

Ominis loved Sebastian with every fibre of his being, with his mind, body, and soul. Sebastian had always been there for him, displaying loyalty and friendship. And while Ominis knew and accepted that this deep bond was a lot, it didn't extinguish the lingering desire he held for Sebastian.

No matter how much Ominis attempted to separate his feelings, to draw a clear line between the platonic love they shared and the intense physical longing he experienced, it proved to be an impossible task. The yearning within him persisted, unwavering and unyielding.

With a sigh, he returned his attention to the letter, placing his hand on the table once again. The quill still quivered slightly, but continued to fulfil its task. Once it was done, Ominis leaned back in the chair, a sense of weariness settling upon him. It was very late, but he didn't feel like going to bed just yet. The revelation brought forth by the quill's automatic response to his hidden feelings for his friend, left him with a bitter taste in his mouth.

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