Demon's burn (DenNor)

Chapter 1:

Mathias P.O.V

Three weeks ago, I woke up face-to-face with ruby red eyes. I gave a shriek of fear and pushed myself up instantly only to see a demon - a beautiful demon, if that was even possible to say. (that is a bold assumption. A correct one, perhaps, but bold)

I continued to stare at it, or him - did they even have genders? Heck, I didn't even think they existed!Our eyes stared into each others'. Slowly I pulled away from his gaze and scanned him: pale blonde hair, one side pinned back by a black cross; a crimson red shirt with a black waist coat and black tight-fitting pants; quickly glancing up to his head, he had horns, but no tail.

"Well well... seems like someone has finally woken up,"

"Are you -?"

"Yes, I am a demon. Well, your demon now~" He emphasised "your" and winked.

"Wait? Wha..." I was confused even more.

"I'm Lukas. Your personal demon." Lukas reached for something in his pocket, took out a card that was engulfed with flames and gave it to me. "I am here for the rest of your" he emphasised the "your" again, "life, 24 hours, 7 days a week, until you die. Still don't understand? Basically demons apparently have jobs to make humans life miserable and suffer-able they get assigned to human and have to follow them making sure they have a bad day; so basically it's like living with a bully, if I had to put it in simple words."

Lukas even comes with me to college. No one else can see him so I guess that's good, but it doesn't make me look good - people think I'm crazy, talking to myself.

I hummed a happy upbeat tune softly; Lukas told me to shut up cause it was annoying and "too happy" but I just kept humming to myself. I was going to enjoy my day and not let the demon beside me ruin it. I did have good days, even with Lukas around.

I was getting used to having the demon by my side and I don't know if that's good or not.

During my classes he would switch out my text books with porn magazines (a classic move he always seems to do); later he'd pull my pants down in the corridor and later still, he'd make me miss my mouth as I tried to eat my food. Oh, such joyous times. However he was much different today.

"Lukas? You seem different? Is everything alright?" I whispered quietly as he floated beside me.

"Peachy." he muttered sourly.

"Well, okay, usually would of done another nasty prank to me..." I mumbled.

Honestly, demons are complicated creatures. Or is it just him? I'll never know. And it's not like I care: he pulls pranks on me. Never going to care about him. I guess.

Once we were home I didn't see him until I was going to bed. He looked like a miserable git, clearly something was on his mind. Right now he would be putting snakes or spiders in my bed, ice in my pyjamas, or something! He would cackle and howl with laughter. But no: he was laying in my bed acting like a teenage girl going through something depressing.

"Lukas, can you get out my bed please?" I asked politely.

"No..." he grumbled.

"Lukas, move. I need to sleep." I shook his shoulder.

"No..." The same reply again.

"Lukas I-don't-know-your-last-name, get out of my bed!" I started to pull on his arm, instantly letting go as I felt flames crawling up my hand. "Okay we'll share my bed, just budge over for me," I sighed, getting into bed.

I could feel him move and heat radiate off his slender body. I reached out my hand to stroke his pale blonde locks, smiling a little to myself. Usually Lukas wouldn't let me touch him in certain places, like his hair for instance, so as I stroked I feel myself start to worry for the creature. He wasn't acting like himself and that scared me to be honest.