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...
(Y/n) glared at Waylon with such ferocity that a frown pulled on his lips. His handsome face was pulled taut with unease as he stood among his demons, the tall demon next to him flicking on the light to the study so they didn't have to rely on the minimal overcast skylight coming in from the window. The tall demon had holes in his hands, a lit cigarette between his teeth, and a hiking boot against the wall as he leaned back against it beside Waylon. He was about as tall as Dream with a white turtleneck under a black leather jacket with white fur along the hood, and jeans with suspender straps hanging down by his hips. His one glowing eyelight was a white ring as it stayed glued to (Y/n) with an almost disinterested air, and he had a scar ascending from his empty socket and a scar descending over his left.
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On Waylon's other side was a gangster-like demon with a pinstriped suit, fedora, pressed pants, and shiny black shoes. A fat cigar was clutched between his teeth, rings of smoke rising to the ceiling as he puffed on it. He winked a socket when he saw (Y/n)'s eyes on it, a small chuckle escaping his teeth.
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Next to him was the silver colored demon, wearing gloves and an open coat over his shirt and pants. He kept his gaze on Slash with an almost pained look, which Slash returned with equal amounts of sorrow. The demon held Slash's wrist to prevent him from teleporting but Slash wasn't fighting him tooth and nail to get away.
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Fell—who had his arms crossed and a scowl on his sharp teeth—was at the end of their row against the left wall. But instead of his glare being on (Y/n), it was on Nightmare, who was directly behind her with his tentacles wrapped around her arms to keep her in place. Being so close to the King made negativity fill her, but Dream's presence combated it as he glared at Nightmare openly, his expression calm despite the situation they'd found themselves in. Dream and (Y/n) were directly in front of each other with Killer keeping a hand on Dream and Nightmare behind (Y/n) as his other minions lined along the right wall—which included Error now. They held a Star each, preventing any of them from teleporting away—if they even had any magic left. Mrs. Waylon was behind Dream, a cruel smile curving her lips that made (Y/n)'s blood boil. She looked like she was in complete control, and for all intents and purposes, she was.
