A Lovely Sin (Collaboration with @LaughingJilltheWolf)

Pray that I'm Wrong

Ryan's POV:
As I walk down the dimly lit streets, my mind races with what pleasures I will face. Okay, maybe I should explain. The King of Godslayers, my King, has ordered me to hunt down the human, Jackson or whatever, to turn him evil and into one of us, a demon. We got in contact, and I agreed to meet up with him at a local bar near where he lives. I soon near the bar, and just before I enter, I see a much shorter man who, going by memory of the image in the king’s crystal ball, was Jackson. “Jackson?” I call out to him. He looks up at me for a second.

“It’s Jacky, actually.” he says, holding a hand out for me to shake. “You must be Ryan?” A slight smile grew on his face.

“I am.” I reply, taking his hand and returning his friendly smile. “Wanna go inside?”

“Sure!” He seems overjoyed to see me, like he actually thinks I’m attractive. Please, like I would fall for a mere mortal like him.  After we downed our first couple beers, Jacky began to be more open with me. “I love cats!” He joyously said, a wide smile on his face, but that soon faded. “Unfortunately,  I haven’t had a cat in years.” As he spoke, he looked away. I could sense him begin to break down, presumably at the memory of a deceased pet. Stupid mortal. I managed to maintain my serious, yet concerned attitude, gently rubbing his back.

“Your cat’s always gonna be with you.” I said. Yeah, right. I welcomed an evil idea to take over my intentions. “Hey, I’ll get you another cat. Would you like that?” He perked up with that one.

“I would love that!” Just after he spoke those words, he pulled me into a tight hug. “Ryan, could you stay at my place tonight?”

“Of course.” Okay, that tells me he has a bit of an attraction to me. Oh hell no. As if I would allow a foolish soul case to gain access to my proudly nonexistent emotions. Reluctantly, I allowed him to walk with me out of the bar, his grip on my hand failing to release, much to my dismay. Despite my seemingly obvious lack of enthusiasm, he didn’t notice nor care. He was just happy to have someone in his home with him, probably been lonely for a long time. I’m not surprised.

We spent the majority of the night talking. “Where are you from?” He asked, and my rotten heart audibly beated faster.

“I can’t tell you that.”

“What do you mean you ca--”

“I said I can’t fucking tell you where I’m from, and you won’t ask any more questions about me.” My voice deepened slightly and made the smaller boy jump back and tremble in fear. What a turn on, he’s so terrified! I love it. “Look, Jacky, I didn’t mean to scare you.” I let out, trying to maintain my faux innocence and calm him down.

“It’s okay.” He says, seemingly leaning in for a kiss, but moments before he collides his lips with mine, it seems he changed his mind, instead nuzzling his head under my chin. How disgusting. He’s clearly desperate for love and affection, and, seeing as my sole purpose here was to turn him evil, I gave him what he wanted to make my job easier. I wrapped my arms around him, kissing the top of his head, trying to seem like I cared (even though I could really not care less about his emotional well-being). “Wanna go to sleep now?” He spoke only a little above a whisper.

“Of course. You seem tired, anyways.” He and I made our way up to his bedroom. Looking at the way he had it all decorated, it was obvious about what type of music he listened to. There were all kinds of posters of bands on the walls. Mostly emo types of guys. No wonder he thought I was attractive.

“You can sleep next to me.” He said as he sat down on the bed, motioning for me to sit next to him. I thought, ‘Why? Why was I, out of everyone else, chosen to turn some clingy freak into a demon?’ I sat on the bed, shortly before Jacky laid down, pulling himself into a more comfortable position. I lay next to him as he begins to snuggle up next to me. Sickening. “Goodnight, Ryan.” He whispers, smiling.