The Ghost of You - Septiplier x Danti [Incomplete]

Chapter Three

Finally, it was night and the couple had already fallen asleep. I let myself take control of Mark's body, stretching his arms and legs as though he hadn't been moving all day. It was nice to finally be in control while Mark's conscious mind slept. I realized Jack was death-gripping me in his sleep and sighed internally, knowing it was going to be difficult to get him off. I managed to wiggle off of the bed and out of Jack's arms. 

"Fucking finally," I groaned quietly, hesitating briefly. Jack seemed less relaxed after I got out of bed. I found a long pillow in the room and put it next to the small man, his arms automatically wrapping around it and squeezing it tightly, visibly more comfortable. Before I could think twice about how adorable that was, I slipped out of the room, wondering what to do with my night. 

I found Mark's phone charging in the kitchen and took it, looking around for a shirt to wear as he had been sleeping shirtless in pajama pants. I could've gotten one from their room, but I was afraid of waking Jack. I found their washer and dryer and searched through it, finding a clean shirt that was still warm. I slipped it on, along with a sweatshirt that was in the dryer, sighing contently as I put the phone in my pocket. I put on a pair of socks and went in search for Mark's shoes, finding them in the entry way of the house. I left after putting them on, heading down the street.

It was beautifully dark outside, the stars twinkling gorgeously in the sky. The crisp air soothed Mark's lungs. I pulled the phone out of my pocket and dialed a number I knew by heart, listening to it ring as I pressed it against my ear.

"Dark! Good to hear from you, bud. Thought you would've gotten ahold of me sooner after leaving Hell," Aamon chuckled and I smiled a bit as I continued walking.

"I meant to, but my human was being stingy with his body."

"Don't forget to call me again, Dark, you're too soft sometimes. I'd worry about you if I could," He sighed.

"Um, Aamon, I have a question," I hesitated. "What if your human is in love?"

"Then you fall in love with that person too," He replied immediately. "It happens to all of us, that's why most demons try to grab people they don't see being with anyone in the future. Demons take heartbreak much harder than humans, our emotions are amplified if we have them."

"Has it happened to you?"

"Once," He sighed. "Annalise; a very beautiful woman who was courageous and witty, my human loved her, but I was deeply as well. I would've strived for perfection if it meant she would be happy. She was flawless."

"What happened to her?" 

"My human and I agreed to find a demon to posses her, she was on board as well, but their souls weren't compatible and she died during the process. It broke my human's heart and he killed himself, forcing me to find another person, while still missing my dearest Annalise."

"I'm sorry that happened, Aamon. About the demon who tried to posses her, what happened?"

"My beautiful Layla lives with me in Hell, but I have business on Earth, she is alright, but still shaken up over what happened to Annalise. I miss her so," He sighed, but I could sense a smile behind his voice talking about his love. 

"So do all humans have a demon?"

"They are meant to, but some demons prefer living in Hell and our species have thinned over time," He replied and I nodded, already knowing that. 

"I've never been curious before, but how are demons made?"

"Jesus, Dark! I'm not your mother!" He laughed and I rolled my eyes, knowing he was joking and that demons aren't created the same way humans are. "There are several ways to create a demon. Most common are those who were once human, but turned rogue and was not forgiven by the world - such as you or I, but there are witches who can piece together a demonic soul. Would you like a book on it? I can call up Layla and have her dig it up from our library back home and send it to you."

"That would be perfect, thank you."

"Anytime, Dark. If we spoke more often, I'd consider you family."

"Yeah, thanks, Aamon. I'll be sure to call soon."

"Alright, see you later, Dark. Expect the book sometime tomorrow," He said before hanging up. I slid the phone back into my pocket and continued walking around, wondering what to do with the book. I'll probably just read up on it and get to know my species better. I never cared for knowledge since I've been a demon, it seemed pointless. 

Life before this was... interesting, to say the least, but I prefer being a demon. It's been about twenty eight years since I became a demon and yet it never gets any easier. It feels so empty, but I suppose that's what you get when the world isn't so forgiving towards your actions as a human. I don't think I deserve to be a demon because of what I did, perhaps that's why I'm possibly one of the most civil demons out there. It's rare to find ones who are kind or generous. 

I remember everything that happened, how surprised my family had been, never suspecting me to be the type of person to do such a thing. I had caught my wife cheating on me and for a week, I was numb and hadn't reacted yet. I loved that woman, she meant everything to me, I would've done anything to make her happy, but she betrayed me and slept with some asshole. The pent up anger bursted free and I attempted to murder the guy, but failed as I wasn't strong enough to go through with it. I got him sent to the hospital and a police officer shot and killed me, then I ran into baby Mark. I don't think I deserve this hell of being a demon.