Mephisto x Reader: A Demon's Right To Love

Care For a Bet?

Your PoV:

The entryway was decadently decorated in a variety of hues. He stepped in behind you, motioning for you to continue into the living room.

"What do you think, (F/n)?"

"It's...it's beautiful, sir. It appears to be built by only the best, and the décor truly has a style of its own." It had its own style for sure, and perhaps not the most tasteful, but more or less overdone and overpowering. He motioned for you to sit down on the pink, Victorian looking couch as he took a purple armchair of the akin style nearby.

"You can call me Mephisto if you like, sir is just so...formal." He looked out a window behind him as he said it.

"Alright Mephisto, whatever suits you." You saw his smirk return as you called him by his first name. "So, what'd you wanna' do?"

"..." He sat there and blinked a few times, obviously caught off guard. "Uh..." He looked away from you and then around the room. "We could play on my gaming console if you're okay with that. I have cards too if you'd prefer."

"Do you have Mario Kart for that one?"

"Of course, (F/n), MK8 came with it in the deluxe pack." He got up and walked toward the controllers.

"Oh, r-right."

"Here you are, (F/n), you'll be player two." He booted up the system and started the software. "I'll let you pick your character first, it might tell me some about you."

You picked Baby Rosalina.

"Interesting. In that case, I'll take a heavyweight class to mirror." He picked Dry Bowsers, one of the DLC characters. "Before we begin, I'd like to ask something of you."

"Sure, Mephisto, what is it?" You brushed away the bit of worry that arose in the back of your mind.

"I'd like to propose a bet."

"A bet?"

"Yes," he paused, looking down, "and the winner out of five races gets to do whatever they want with the loser for the next twenty-four hours. I've turned off CPUs so there won't be any unfair interference from the computer; this will be a test of skill."

Whatever they wanted to do with the loser? It seemed a risky bet, he must have practiced a lot to propose such an idea, but by the looks of it, he probably had the time to. "I'd like to propose a modification."

"Of course, darl-ehem, (F/n)." He looked away from you. "What would you like to add?"

"I'd like to protect the loser from public embarrassment seeing that we both have reputations that need to remain upheld," you leaned over on the couch resting your head and arm on the side closer to him, "and you can call me whatever you want, I don't mind."

"..." He turned back to you with a slight look of astonishment. "...really?"

"Yeah. I'll respond to anything, well, almost anything. Please don't make it too tacky..."

His usual right-sided smirk returned. "Heh, okay. And do we have a deal on the bet?"

"Heck yeah we have a deal. Hope you're ready." Normally, if the competition would have been anything else, you would have backed down, but you were a champion at this game. Currently, you held the top times on three of the original courses. How? You weren't exactly sure, your friends never played with you, you mostly played online or alone entirely. However, vast amounts of practice and extra time to waste here and there really cemented down your skills.

"That's what I wanted to hear," he laughed and his sharp fangs glistening off the light of the TV, "now then, pick your vehicle."

"What class will we be racing in?"