Black writing- oz X Damien AU

No ones on the other line

Cause why write for the books I already have when I could write a new story.

Oz stared at his pitch black arm, waiting for a reply. He was only seven, waiting impatiently for an answer to his bright yellow "HI" in a messy scrawl. He furrowed his brows, he had been sitting for a few minutes, to no reply. The teacher told them to be patient, no one checked their arm religiously. But after some of the other students got a reply, Oz grew confused, inching his way to the teacher. 

"Ma'am, my soulmate isn't answering me." He told her, telepathically. The large winged teacher smiled happily, crouching down to Oz's level.

"If your soulmate doesn't answer you soon, that means they're too young to talk to you. They might even not be born yet." The teacher said in an over enthusiastic voice, obviously forcing it.

"Okay." Oz shrugged, walking off to play with the pens they had out to write with. His mind still focused on his dark arm. 

That was a little over fourteen years ago. Oz kept writing the same thing on his arm over the years, to no reply. One day he just, gave up. There was no use anymore, he was old enough to be his soulmate's dad if they weren't born yet, so he gave up.

Though he gave up, he kept hoping one of the people he met was his soulmate, but alas, after many tries, talking to the entire school, and finding practically everyone knew their soulmates in real life. Vicky wrote to Polly when they lost each other at their parties, Amira sent Miranda websites from the library, and Brian tried to get test answers from Liam, Scott and Vera were platonic soulmates, and Damien didn't tell anyone his soulmate's name, the creature's words were there though, so all of Oz's friends had soulmates. 

Oz used to complain about not having a soulmate, but at this point he got why. He didn't have a soul, he was the personification of fear, an eldritch horror, without a soul, you had no soulmate. 

So here he was, walking into the high school, ready to try and find a new person to take him on a date to Monster prom. He started with the bathroom, skipping class, if they didn't have a soulmate they would be a rebel, right? Because of deep seated issues with themselves? Oz had no idea, he was no saint, but he wasn't a rebel per say. But with how this school is, it probably would be more rebellious to not rebel. 

Oz's thoughts of rebel were interrupted by someone walking into the bathroom. Damien stared at the shadow creature who was sitting on the sink counter, "What are you doing, nerd?" Damien walked over, sitting next to the eldritch horror. 

"Skipping, idiot, what do you think I'm doing?" Oz shot back.

"I thought you were a nerd, you should go back to class, or the theatre. Before you get," Damien did a dramatic gasp, "written up." 

"The Prince of hell still has no idea how this school works. Last year you got a day in prison for burning down the whole school. This school has no rules." Oz made an over exaggerated pause between ever word of the last sentence.

"So, why you here, for real?" The demon asked, curious of how the smaller avoided the question. 

"I don't have a soulmate, remember, so I have to find someone who either doesn't have one either, or hates their's. Scott and Vera won't go with me, so I have to romance a stranger in three weeks." Oz laughed telepathically at his situation, it sounded like something in the dragon heat novels everyone at the school read. 

"Maybe I can take you?" Damien shrugged, taking out his phone. Oz fell off the counter, a large blush covering his face. "Cause I need a mount." Damien saying that did not help the large blush on the eldritch face, and his choking on air, despite not having a mouth to breath through, and no lungs. "Do you have a flaming horse or something we can ride to the prom?" Damien raised an eyebrow at Oz, smirking when he saw the boy trying to get off the floor, his eyes wider than ever before, then shrinking into a frown. Oz was about to say something to scold Damien for doing that to him, then stopped when he knew he would be embarrassed further if he brought it up. 

"My family owns a shadow dog, big enough for both of us to ride." Oz said, sounding way too desperate for his taste.

"Okay, then maybe." Damien said, jumping off the counter, then walking out. "We'll see in three weeks."

Okay now Oz had a mission, romance the demon with a soulmate.