Deals With The Devil (Chris MotionlessXreader)

Jack The Ripper

I had woken up feeling so good, the best in my entire life. As my eyelids parted and moonlight barely shone through my thin tent walls, I could still feel Chris' arms around me. He was asleep, lips slightly parted and breathing gentle. Our bare skin was pressed together and I finally got to see his gorgeous tattoos again. Before he woke up, I slipped out of the bed and slipped on some warm clothes. I couldn't remember the last time I was so happy. I pulled the black sleeves of my old jumper over my palms and double checked that the fly on my tight black jeans was done up. After stepping into some comfy black runners Chris "bought" for me I stepped outside and gazed at the crimson moon. 'You two were so noisy.' I could faintly feel Devin's presence lingering on my back in a strange way. I didn't bother looking at him, we had gotten to the stage where looks weren't necessary.
'Quiet, you. I had fun.'
'Sure sounded like it. "Oh Chris you're so good! You're so big!"' He teased loudly making my cheeks burn red.
'Oh shut up! I couldn't think straight!' I shouted, watching as he stepped out from behind my and ran his gloved fingers through his hair. 'Why were you listening to me anyway? Don't you have anything better to do?' 
'No, not really. It was fun to watch though. You're pretty flexible.' My eyes widened and immediately Devin began to burst into uncontrollable laughter. 'Y-Your face! You look so disgusting!'
'Shut your little ghost mouth. I'm feeling good tonight so don't mess it up for me.'
'Of course not! How could I ever mess up the night of "daddy's little princess"?'
'Devin! Shut up!' He was too far gone. His laughing echoed throughout the etherial plane. 'Why are you so mean? What's going on?'
'I'm just so glad I can laugh as I tear the life from your inferior body!' His eyes shot a cold stare at me. My heart felt like it was beginning to beat out of my chest as I watched his irises turn a bright green and an unholy grin infected his lips. 'Pathetic little worm thinks he can contain me! He can barely hide how he feels about you! He cannot hold me!'
'Y-You're not making any sense...'
'Fool! You're the one who makes no sense! You abandon all security just to talk to this pile of filth!'
'I-I don't...'
'Death to the unrighteous whores of Britain!'

I felt bad for just sitting and watching as Josh kicked and abused (Y/n). She looked so confused and upset, I just wanted to hold her and never let go. The problem was that I couldn't hold anything. I turned away and tried not to think about the last time I fell in love and what it made me do. What it made my father do. "Your favourite little whore is being beaten by that foul dog boy. Go slit his throat." His voice echoed in my head.
"I'm not listening to you..."
"Obviously you are. If you want her so badly why don't you just kill your friend? What was his name? Chris?"
"Chris doesn't deserve that kind of heart ache...you...you're manipulating my thoughts again! You're making me say things!" I felt black ooze begin to drop from my nose as my father struggled and tried to break the chains I kept on him.
"You idiot. If you love her so than kill her. Make her yours!"
"I'm not like you!"

It was getting harder and harder to keep him at bay. I stepped closer to (Y/n)'s tent needing so badly to tell her about his increased manipulation and struggling. As I stepped closer, I began to hear gentle pants and moans that suddenly made my chest ache. I hadn't felt anything in such a long time that I was beginning to wonder what was happening to me. "She's with him, isn't she? She's letting him see all of her, taste all of her. Don't you want that?" My dad was getting to me, his deep voice becoming louder and louder in my mind. 
"I want her to be happy! I want both of them to be happy!"
"She'd be happier with you. He can only feel so much, Devin. If you let me free, you can be whole once more. You can feel what she feels. You can be human again..."
"She...But she..."
"He's controlling her..." I had let my guard down too much. My father slipped into my place and suddenly, I felt. I felt grass beneath my feet and gentle wind against my skin. My father had taken over.
Oh god.