Maven X Reader One Shots (2)

One Shot: Baal

(Baal is this King of Hell and he is third cat, toad, and human. This man is the master of invisibility and is gay for Baalzabud and that's the tea. Yes, I'm bringing demon fics back. He also has constant bedvoice but that's not well invoked.)

Maven lets his hair fall into his face as he looks upon the toad that resides under his bed. Watching him with slimy, golden eyes. The servants don't seem to notice the creature so he doesn't point it out. He just lets his gaze constantly find the being as it's entire presence tells him something is near. Golden eyes stare at him as he stands, dismissing the servants. And suddenly, golden eyes disappear when he crouches under to see where it went.

It wasn't the last time he's spotted those eyes.

The day the Scarlet Guard invaded the Whitefire Palace, killing Silvers with bombs and bullets. He saw a cat residing next to the cage made for the General and her servants. The cat purred, never breaking eye contact with the Prince. The moment he looked away, the creature was gone.

It was when he walks into the Whitefire Palace at last after the attack at his wedding do the servants and sentinels welcome the King and Queen back.

"It's good to see you back, Maven Calore."

The sound of his name said by a unique voice makes his head turn. His lips part as he makes eye contact with bright, golden eyes. His blood runs cold. He almost can't believe it. But as Iris's shoulder brushes against his he is forced to continue on.

A servant, a Red. Is it a power? Shapeshifter? Should he be questioning you or seeking you out for execution? Or is he just paranoid, something his mind made up after years of abuse?

Maven steps into his room, closing the door tightly behind it before locking it. His mind is filled with options. Radical thinking. Filtering out his ideas into more understandable thinking. What would a king do? What would his mother do?

He runs a hand through his hair, looking at his reflection in his mirror. His entire body freezes. He stares back at a pair of golden eyes, but it's his own face. He can't find himself breathing or blinking as he steps closer to the mirror. 

Has he lost his mind? This is absolutely stupid.

Maven looks away, almost bumping into your body. His heart stops. There's no way he can't recognize you, especially when you weren't standing there before. He backs away as you calmly sit on his bed, a golden-eyed cat crawling into your lap.

"Maven Calore." You conclude, tipping your head in respect. Your eyes flicker to his shoes as his back hits the wall. "Watch your step, Buel doesn't take nicely to getting stepped on."

He looks down and sees a toad only centimeters from his foot. He almost flinches but collects himself in time. Deep breathes, clear mind. Play this your way.

"Are you a Newblood? Animo, perhaps?"

You laugh, reaching down as your fingers graze the corner of the bed, and Buel is quick to hop into your palm.

"Not even close, Maven Calore." 

Maven is forced to watch as the toad melts into your hand, leaving nothing left as you rub your hands together. The cat purrs, the sound reflecting metal grinding on metal.

His mind travels to certain explanations. He looks into your eyes, trying to determine your blood color with simple clues. 

He tilts his head down and peers up at you, "What's your name? Will you be useful enough to answer that."