Red is a powerful soul with the power go possess other beings. A lot of demons want to have Red's power for themselves.
Among those demons is a demon named Sarian. He's after Red's power and almost succeeded until a came along and stole it.
Cassia...
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When is a monster not a monster?
Oh! When you love it.
Sarian's pov:
"You're never cooking again." I walked in his...well I guess our bedroom now, smoking a cigarette. Cassian was sitting on our bed, reading an Italian book. He was so focused on learning my language. He must want that thing really bad.
"I am a better cook, I just used Red and he killed everything." He replied, yet all his focus was in the book, not once looking at me.
I lifted his chin, making him look at me. I put the cigarette in his mouth after inhaling once more. I blew the smoke in his face. "You are Red, therefore you can't cook."
His eyes flashed red for a second before glancing back at the book. "I cooked that dinner." He replied, his eyes back to the book making me almost roll my eyes. It was like he was not seeing all the signs I was throwing out.
I snatched the book out of his hand and pushed him back onto the bed. "Let's take a break." I took the cigarette out of his mouth and inhaled before giving it back to him. I blew the smoke out and kissed his neck.
He held my hair and pushed my head back. I glanced into his eyes, waiting for his next move but he inhaled the smoke and blew it out above my head before leaning back on the pillow. "What are you trying to do?"
"I knew you were a little slow but not that fucking slow."
"You said no sex, why do you think I have been working hard."
"Sex on my terms." I rolled my eyes. "I'm horny."
He took a long whiff of the cigarette. "Open your mouth."I opened my mouth, unsure of what he was planning.
He leaned closer and blew the smoke into it then went ahead to cover it together with my nose. He looked at my struggle with a smile. "I missed it too." His eyes were exhilarated.
I pushed him away and started coughing. "For someone who has a fear of seeing me die, you sure do enjoy trying to kill me." I coughed.
He took the already short cigarette in his hands again. "Because it turns me on." He took it and rested the burning part on his tongue until the cigarette was out. He threw it away while picking up a new one, lighting it up. "Should we try that again?" He asked while taking the first inhale.
"Absolutely not." I said but took the cigarette and inhaled it anyway. I gave it back to him and exhaled as I went back to what I was trying to do at first. I ripped his shirt and kissed my way down his body.
"Sei così noioso (You're so boring)."
I paused and looked at him. "Quindi ora parli fluentemente la lingua (So now you speak the language fluently)." He's oh so fucking fluent when he wants to hurl insults or complain.
