The Harbinger: Demon!Kid X Reader

Chapter 2: Another One? Really?

"Please, just let me go," She whispered, briefly struggling from the demon's grip, only to have him grip even tighter. 

"Now why would I do that? First, you insult me," he started, tone growing sharp but low, "then you demand from me. It's not looking too good for you."
He was right. It wasn't looking good for her, not at all, but that didn't mean the fight in her spirit had died out just yet. You see, [Name] just wasn't the type of person to turn on her back and give up; playing the part of a scared little girl would have this demon thinking he had won. That's where she wanted him, confident enough to be lenient. Then she'd strike.

The demon let out a low sigh, irritated, "even if I knew anything about anything, that doesn't mean I'm going to enlighten you. Not unless you have something for me in return. That's how this works. That's how you get what you want, and I get what I want."

[Name] let him talk, letting her mind focus on only the knife in her hand that remained steady at her side.

He continued, "so, are you going to give me what I want?"

She was silent for a few moments, her heart's thumping beat loud in her ears, as her palms grew sweaty. Licking her lips, grip on the knife tightening, [Name] breathed, "no fucking way."
With that said, she gritted her teeth, raising her hand to then drive the knife into the demon's leg, the attack causing him to release her. Yanking it back out, and finally out of his vice grip, [Name] threw herself forward and put as much distance between herself and the devil.

He let out a roar, snarling and seething at her, before straightening up, teeth bared like a wild animal ready to pounce. But that was behind her now, as [Name] had taken off running. Her feet collided with the ground rather heavily, and the cold of the night burned her lungs and throat every time she sucked in air. This night couldn't have gone any more south, she thought, as her eyes scanned the area for any escape route, other than the main road out of the village.

But no other route showed up, and so [Name] was running that single gravel road that lead out of the village and back where she came. It wasn't ideal, but she supposed that if she got to the forestry, she could lose him in there. Nothing was more difficult than looking for someone in the pitch black and in dense woodland. That was her opportunity to get away marginally unscathed.

Note to self, she thought, don't fuck with demons. Just. Don't.

As she kept herself going, her chest was pining to just stop, rest. It was burning, screaming in pain, as though a thousand needles were digging in. She couldn't stop, though, not yet.
Along with the pain of breathing, panic was rising, pumping through her veins - adrenaline was making her feel nauseous, but focused. Along with the panic came tears, and they were forming in the corners of her eyes, obscuring her vision - she tried to wipe them away, not wanting to be without her sight. One thought kept running through her head, playing over like a broken record. It was her voice, screaming at her, tone rushed and wavering with fear. 

 Get out. Get away. Far away.

"Stop running," the demon roared, the sound blood curdling. His voice travelled as though he was right behind her, causing [Name]'s body to push itself beyond its limits - her actions were no longer a conscious decision, and she was on complete survival instincts. A claw grasped her shoulder, lifting her from the ground and throwing her aside, and [Name] cursed under her breath. Wind rushed through her hair, whistling loudly before the sound came to an abrupt stop. Her back collided with a garden wall, the old stacked stone sharply stabbing at her, breath rushing out of her body before she crumpled to the floor. In the daze, she rolled onto her front and managing to hunch over briefly. Coughing and gasping for air, [Name] tried to focus her vision, ears ringing painfully. All other sounds were as though she was under water, dull and heavy.