Seduce Me one shot book

💚A promise he won't keep💚

 TW- angst, violence, and death (dreaming) ahead! You've been warned

Sam x Aron

The day of the war had finally arrived.

After a long week of preparation and training, going through trials to determine if Sam was worthy for the full extent of his magic, and many sleepless nights, it was finally time to end what had brought them all together in the first place. The Demon Lord.

Aron watched as Sam fought his father, the sounds of their battle filling the room- swords clashing, shouts of insults and taunts being exchanged between the two demons.

She was kneeling in the corner of the war room, attempting to nurse Diana to health after her own attempt at killing him off. The smell of the succubi's blood was filling the air, a red puddle slowly forming across the marble floor. Diana had refused her energy after a few moments, so now Aron was left to hope she'd be able to heal.

Her eyes shot in between Diana and the fight, trying to stay focused on both. Her anxiety was getting the best of her as she watched, forcing her mind into a lull state. What if Sam died? What if they lost the war? Would they ever go home? Would she get to live her life with the man she loved? See her family again?

Her vision tunneled as her mind retreated, despite her every attempt at staying in the present. The world moved in slow motion as she felt her mind pulled into a protective, dissociative state.

A proclamation from the demon lord, however, pulled her right out of it.

"You don't even have the strength to save your precious human."

Aron felt her stomach drop, frantically shooting up on her feet and looking for any threat, but instead she saw Sam's back.

Which now had a large, red sword protruding through him from the front. It was ripped out and stabbed back in, right in his chest.

Straight through his heart.

Aron's thoughts halted to a complete stop as she watched Sam collapse with an almost blank expression, other than her eyes, which were wide with disbelief and terror.

She didn't move at first, her entire body numb. It wasn't until Diana shot up from her spot and rushed over to the demon lord that she felt her body pulled into action.

Every ounce of medical training she had rushed through her mind as she dropped to her knees next to her demon, her shaky hands frantically going to heal the wound in his chest, which was shooting out blood quickly.

She reached her finger into the wound to plug the artery the sword had nicked, but the amount of blood made it impossible to find. "FUCK!" she shouted.

She realized she was crying when she took off her jacket and began trying to soak up the blood. "Stop bleeding, stop bleeding-" she pleaded through tears. When the blood didn't stop spilling out of the wound, she screamed. "FUCK- STOP FUCKING BLEEDING! PLEASE!"

"Aron," Sam murmured, bringing a hand up to her face. "I...I love-"

"NO! Don't you fucking dare do that shit," she told him, shaking her head. "You aren't dying so don't act like you are. You're going to be fine, okay? We- we're going to go home and- we- you-" she couldn't finish her sentence, sobs taking over as she forced her energy into him.

Nothing else mattered in that moment, the only thought in her mind was healing him. Not the fight between Diana and the demon lord, not the fact she was putting her own life at risk from the dangerously fast energy drain, nothing but him.

Finally, she met his eyes, she froze.

They were dull.

He was gone.

And she'd refused to let him tell her he loved her.

That sword was meant for her.

It should have been her.

.

.

.

Aron choked out a sob as she woke up, her breathing labored as she took in her surroundings. Her room. Her bed. And her demon, who was blissfully sleeping beside her.

Before she could stop herself, she found herself ripping the blanket from his body and searching his chest for any injuries. The action caused an irritated grunt from Sam, causing Aron to freeze as her stomach turned with guilt. She brought a hand up to cover her mouth as she attempted to muffle her sobs, her eyes squeezing shut. "Sorry, sorry, go back to sleep."

"Hey, what's wrong?" she heard him ask, feeling the bed shift as he sat up.

She shook her head, her throat closing as the memory of his lifeless eyes flashed through her mind. Her entire body shook violently as she tried to stop the sobs that racked her body, unable to stop herself from hyperventilating.

Nightmares weren't rare for Aron, but it wasn't often that they affected her to this extent. However, many of the times, she'd prefer to not be touched immediately after, depending on the details of the nightmare. So Sam knew that usually he needed to give her a moment to calm down before initiating any contact.

This time however, as soon as Sam offered his arms for her, she tightly wrapped her arms around him, pressing her head to his chest. "I- I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up."

"It's okay," Sam spoke into her hair, pressing a soft kiss to her head as his arms wrapped around her form and held her close. His voice was hoarse with sleep, but it was clearly concerned as he spoke. "You alright? Bad dream?"

She slowly began to relax as he continued to whisper soft reassurances to her, his hands rubbing up and down her back. "Yeah..."

"Wanna talk about it?" he asked.

"...no," she admitted, pulling back a bit to look up at him. "Actually- yes."

Sam nodded, giving her his full attention. She looked at him for a minute before taking his hands in hers, her glossy eyes holding a newfound determination. "Don't you fucking dare sacrifice yourself for me."

He blinked, his expression turning to that of confusion. "Where is this coming from?"

"Becuase- dream you decided it was a good idea to die for me! And it's not, you're- you don't get to do that..." tears continued to fall down her face, her chest aching. "Promise me..."

"I..." Sam hesitated. "I can't."

"Why not?" Aron was sure she already knew the answer.

"Because you're asking me to promise that I'd let you die, Aron. And I won't," he answered. "I'm sorry, but I can't do that..."

"But- you-" she frowned at him. "If that were to happen, I'd have to watch you die and know you did it for me. That's not fucking fair!"

"Neither is asking me to let you die," Sam countered, crossing his arms with a deep frown. "I promised I'd never hurt you, and that I'd protect you with my life...I'm not about to contradict that promise because of a dream..." he added, his voice a bit softer.

Despite the ache in Aron's stomach, she knew he was right...and it was unfair of her to ask him to promise such a thing. She sighed and leaned against him, tucking her head in the crook of his neck.

They both knew neither of them would agree on this, but they knew each other well enough to know this would never have a right answer. So instead they stayed like that, Aron in his arms and letting his warmth sooth her.

He was alive.

"I love you," he said, pressing a soft kiss to the crown of her head.

She sniffled before responding. "...I love you, Aomaris.