When a demon summoning goes wrong, a rich and powerful man's son gets killed and (Y/n) is forced to team up with the Demon King that did it to survive the ensuing attempts on her life. | Set in the same demonic skeleton universe as my demon Nightmar...
For the final time, (Y/n) finished the Latin chant and looked up at the demon standing in the circle. He had his hands in his hoodie pockets, white eyelights lazily resting on the girl in front of him. His dark navy sweater almost seemed to twinkle like the stars in the night sky—though with a name like Outer, she had to wonder whether that was actually just a coincidence. His hoodie was blue and yellow with fluff along the hood and bottom trim that reminded her of clouds and white fluffy pom-poms hanging from the hoodie strings. His basketball shorts were blue with yellow stripes going up the sides, matching the stripes across his hoodie, and on his feet were fluffy cloud slippers.
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"Sup kiddo," Outer said, a relaxed smile on his teeth. He rested his hands more comfortably in his pockets, his warm ensemble not seeming to make him too uncomfortable despite the warmth of the house. But then she recalled Dream's comment about him being a skeleton so he couldn't feel the burning pain of the holy water, so she concluded the demon probably couldn't feel the heat.
Outer spotted the two demons talking to each other and his browbones rose. "I didn't expect to see them here." His eyelights returned to (Y/n). "What's the occasion?" She explained the same thing she'd told the others, quickly recounting everything that had led them to this point as the demon listened quietly. When she finally finished, he released a tired sigh. "I'm not much of a hard worker, and I don't do well in social settings."
(Y/n) immediately felt bad for summoning him, frowning as she spoke. "Dream specifically requested you. But if you're really not willing to help, I can send you back." She didn't want to hold him here against his will—both because it was a dick move and because there was likely someone else they could summon that was willing to help instead. Keeping him here would just create animosity they didn't need.
"It's not that, kid." He shifted uncomfortably, shyly looking down at his slippers as he thought. "I just don't think I'm the guy you're looking for." She couldn't tell if he was simply being humble or he actually looked down on himself. She didn't know much about him, but if Dream thought he was worth summoning, then she had to assume he was more proficient than he was portraying.
"Well, I won't force you to stay." She offered a small smile, and he studied her for a moment.
"You're a good kid, human. Can't remember the last time I saw one give a demon a choice in the matter." His eyelights almost appeared haunted for a moment but they cleared as he met her gaze, his teeth in a soft grin that made him appear friendly in an ironically down to earth way.
"So would you like me to send you back?" She already decided she liked him so she was willing to put in the extra effort for his benefit, and as he was only a Renegade, they weren't missing out on a ton of strength to lose him. She could explain it to Dream later, sure her Guardian would understand.
"If it's not too much trouble." He leaned back on his heels, smile awkward. "I'm sorry I wasted your time." She didn't need to see his soul to know it was pure, and her heart went out to him at his clear discomfort with the situation he'd created.
