Unlikely [Demon!Luke]

Chapter 6

Your POV

Even though Luke's a pussy little bitch, I couldn't help but think about him. I knew he'd be thinking about me too, since he can hear my thoughts and all. But I wonder what's going to happen now that he's realized he's fallen in love? Can he stay up here with me? Will he still have his job? Where will that leave us?

I shouldn't even love him if it was going to bring this much pain. I should have realized what this was going to do to me and to him. If I had any sense at all, I would stop these feelings from growing., but all I could think about was him. I tried to find things to get my mind off of him, but had no luck. I'd make myself food, but then I'd think whether or not Luke liked that food. I'd try to draw but then all I'd draw was him.

I've gotten past my crying stage. I know why Luke left me that first time, but it didn't work. Our love would always bring us together. There's only one way I can get him back up here. I have to summon Michael and get him to have sex with me.

I don't know how to call on this incubus, I knew how to call Luke, but not Michael. I didn't even know what kind he was. That is why God, or whoever, invented the internet. I searched up demon Michael but all I could find was things about the archangel Michael. Having ironic names never really got you far in the demon world.

I searched and searched until I found some weird fetish site about sex. I looked and there was a story posted about a demon god (oxymoron, I know) of sex. I read through and it was an accurate description enough, so I knew it was him. But how to call him, I still don't know. It just says that this girl was super horny and super lonely. I mean I'm lonely and all, but I'm not that horny, just when I think about Luke.

So I sat in my room, thinking about Michael, and hoping that my mere thoughts would bring him, but I had no luck. I thought I knew something that could make this process easier, but that turned out to be a bust. I drank some vodka, hoping it'd highten my sexual mood, but all it made me do was think about Luke and our first time.

He was so rough, but gentle with my feelings. He wanted me to feel cared for, and he wanted me to feel comfortable, but at the same time, pleasured. He held me in a way I didn't think was possible for me, and now that he's gone, I'm nothing. I'm not happy, I'm not sad, I'm not angry, I'm not excited, I'm just here. I'm just a void of consciousness, walking aimlessly without a purpose.

And at that very moment, Michael showed up in my room. "You called?" he gave me a cheeky grin and quirked his eyebrow.

"Ah, Michael. Good to see you again," I nodded, trying my best to look like I'm sober. "How does a good fuck sound to you?"

Michael shook his head and sighed. "Sorry, no can do. Boss says that I can't sleep with drunk chicks because it might make people think alcohol is a hallucinogenic and they might boycott it. He needs that sin, it brings in good business. You're hot and all, but I can't do that."

"Aw, come on Michael. I'm bored, lonely, horny, Luke won't ever talk to me again, and I have nothing else better to occupy my time."

"As tempting as that sounds, I'm going to have to decline. Plus Luke would fuck me up if he found out I banged you."

I sighed. "I wish Luke would fuck me."

Michael gave me a light chuckle before sitting on my bed and sighing. "Look, Y/N. As much as-"

"How do you know my name?" I interrupted.

"Jesus Christ, Luke wasn't kidding when he told me you had a problem with that." I started to giggle and he rolled his eyes. "Calm down, girlie, I can say Jesus's name in vain. But shut the fuck up, I'm trying to help you."

I dropped my smile and nodded, situating myself so that I was cross legged on my bed.

"I know your name because Luke talks about you. It's obvious. Anyway, as I was saying, as much as Luke loves you, he can't anymore. It's not good for him, and it's not good for you. Technically, he's in the afterlife, and you're here. You guys can't even be together."

"Then why'd he have sex with me?"

"That's his job, babe. Just like how it's mine as well. This wasn't supposed to happen, it's strictly against the rules. Hell, it's even against the rules for you to have sex more than once. And he did it like, what, three times?"

"Four.." I mumbled.

"Four. That's not good. The only reason why they allowed him to the first time was to get you to stop thinking about him so he could go back to his job, but you distracted him and he's suspended right now, nothing to do but to watch paint dry."

"Why can't you guys fall in love, that's the part I don't get."

"It's in the job description. Have sex, don't fall in love, pleasure for centuries on end. It gets repetitive but you get used to it. There's a reason we became demons."

"What's Luke's reason?"

"I can't tell you that. I don't know. I don't even know why I became one. But everyone's got their reason, and some never find out why. If you're lucky you'll be able to. But I never see 'em again after that."

"I refuse to let Lucifer or Beelzebub, or the Devil, whoever the fuck he is, I refuse to let him control my life. I'm gonna love who I want to love." I crossed my arms angrily, and scowled, pouting out my bottom lip. I probably looked like a five year old, but it was like Luke and I needed each other and I wasn't going to let some grumpy sunburned scaley guy tell me what to do with myself.

"You can love him, I'm just saying it's not gonna get you anywhere and you'll waste your youth." He sighed and shook his head as he stood up, rubbing his eyes. Michael was damn attractive, but my heart belonged to Luke, and ever since that demon boy walked into my life, I couldn't look at anyone the same way anymore. Guys I thought that were attractive were just random people to me. Luke was the only one I ever even thought about after his experience with me. I wondered if I was on his mind, too.

Michael was gone when I looked up again and sighed as I laid down on my bed. I didn't know what to do. What could I do? I didn't have any option. Either I wait for Luke to come to me or I go down there and see him myself, but how do I even get to Hell? Is there a secret password or something? Or like a secret knock? I wandered over to where Michael left and searched around, before finding something. A red something. I leaned into it and it smelled of sulfur and dead people. I'd think that's an accurate smell of where I'm planning to go.

I stuck my foot in the portal and wiggled it around. When I found that it wasn't too much of a trap, I jumped through landing in the familiar sickly heat. When I dusted myself off and looked up, I was surrounded by brick auburn red and an intense heat. I could melt here if I stood in one place too long. So my feet took me directly where I wanted to go: to Luke.