Demon // EXO

Chapter 4

I was slightly reassured of my safety as Jongin explained that none of the Demon brothers could harm me, otherwise they'll be in for a lot of torture.

"I remember a time I denied a request Satan ordered of me, I paid the price." He turned around, lifting his shirt, I gasped. Not just at the tanned, broadness expanse of his back, but the scars.

It was no more than a slab of ruined, scarred flesh. There were scars so deep, they were still open and would need stitches to actually rejoin the skin tissue. It looked as if he was...

"Whipped. 1500 lashings because I didn't want to clean up a torture chamber." He spoke, I stared. My stomach churned, what kind of father does this to his sons?

"He wouldn't let me heal, I had to will my body not to. Yixing wasn't allowed to heal me otherwise he'd receive the same punishment, which he was happy to have as long as I was okay." He pulled his shirt down and faced me. "If I healed I would've had far worse done to me. So I had to endure and live through the pain and wounds as if I was human, that was the biggest punishment. I couldn't move from my bed, I couldn't move on my own at all. Agony for months, years... they still haven't probably healed and it's been fifty years."

I bit my lip, reminding myself he was a Demon and he deserved that whipping. But no creature deserves what was done to him, especially by their father. He didn't seem saddened by the fact, as if they were regularly punished enough by him.

"He could've tortured me in many ways, but he whipped me because..." he paused, "because as you know I'm the King of Seduction and Temptation, meaning I have to be practically flawless for my role. So if my back was covered in these horrible scars... I was lucky I could still seduce at all and that creatures still found me attractive, otherwise I would've been kicked off of my role as King of Seduction and Temptation."

I understand where he was going with it and I almost felt pity for him, but I wouldn't. He'd killed and tortured countless humans, ruined countless lives. He didn't deserve pity.

However the way Satan has acted, the way he thought about how to torture him so precisely. It was making me even more terrified to meet him, I almost pissed myself.

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A week went by. A solid week that floated past agonisingly slow. The Demons were never home all day, they all left early in the morning and came back late at night. I barely spoke to any of them, despite their efforts to speak to me.

The vomiting ceased, the crying myself to sleep stopped and I felt my heart harden. My mind told me to be strong, don't let yourself be weak, not here, not in Hell.

Boredom overtook me and I had nothing to do, at all. Then I watched as Yixing appeared in the lounge, running a hand down his face. He glanced at me and smiled, trying to be as mundane as possible I suppose.

I didn't react as he took up a seat opposite me, his dark suited attire was neat even as he relaxed back into the chair. I considered something, whether I should ask, whether I'd want to. But the words slipped out before I could stop myself.

"Are you going anywhere?" I asked, snuggled into my hoodie.

He nodded, not looking at me as he spoke, "yes, I have to go back out in a few minutes."

"Where to?"

He looked at me then, obviously curious of my interest. He sat up, staring at me, I felt my insides churn. So much ancient power in this one being. He could kill me with just a thought.

"What's wrong?" He asked, sensing my off aura.

"I'm bored." I sighed, rubbing my droopy eyes.

He blinked, then, "would you like to come with me?"

I sat up, staring at him. A sense of adventure burned through my body, I hadn't left the house all week, I needed out.

"Yes." I replied before thinking it through where he might be going.

He looked me up and down and I tried not to scowl, arrogant Demon bastard.

"You're going to have to change." He said blankly and I frowned.

"What? Why?" I barked, I was wearing what they'd given me. A pair of ripped jeans, a hoodie and the usual fluffy socks coating my feet and toes.

"In Hell, we don't wear clothes like what you're wearing. We wear..." He gestured to himself. Ah, formal shit.

"I'm not wearing a suit." I said, a smile etching onto my face. When was the last time I smiled?

Amusement flickered in his features. "You don't have to. Simply pick out from the dresses hung in your wardrobe on the right side."

I remembered then, the formal clothes that were indeed inside my wardrobe. Everything was black, close fitted and short.

I changed; a very short, black dress hugged my body tightly. The curves of my body were barely visible as I'd lost weight from vomiting so much, even the colour of my skin drained to a pale tan. My boobs were still just as plump as they always were and that give me a shred of dignity. My shoes were a six inch heel of just a simple platform shoe.

Yixing nodded at me once I was ready, his eyes not daring to linger. There wasn't much to look at anyway. I'd once been proud of my body, but now, I could hardly look at it.

As if sensing my distaste for myself, Yixing glanced at me. "You look nice. To blend in, you have to wear what everyone wears."

I simply nodded, not letting the compliment sink in. He then extended a hand towards me, his fingers beckoning for me to take them. I debated it then, whether I'd want to actually go wherever he was going.

Fuck it, I grabbed his soft hand and then we disappeared.