Demon // EXO

Chapter 9

Chanyeol was practically a living flame, rising from his chair. However Baekhyun had caught onto his brother and dutifully dragged him away from a potential fight.

But Chanyeol would not back down, and I was breathless as he shoved at his own brothers that tried to restrain him the best they could from his scorching body heat. Yesung laughed, shaking his head. "You need to work a tad more on that self restraint, little brother."

As things became progressively violent with Chanyeol's growing anger, Yixing stood and clutched my wrist forcefully, dark eyes meeting my own. "Let's go for a minute."

"Yixing, take Isla upstairs." Junmyeon ordered with a stern look.

"I don't think so." Yesung called out, just as we were about to walk past him he gripped my other wrist and snatched me out of Yixing's hold.

I made a shocked noise as he held me against his body, his other hand raising up to hold me around my throat, constricting my airways with a hard squeeze. I gagged and gripped his arm tightly, trying to pry him away, but he didn't budge.

"She cannot die." He spoke, and the entire room died down of the commotion. "However, she can suffer."

I felt my lungs grow desperate for air, and my mouth opened and closed like a goldfish. Tears brimmed at my eyes and I felt a hotness rush to my head, feeling as if it was going to explode.

"Dear Chanyeol, don't make me break her and blame you when father questions why his slave is nothing more than an empty shell."

Silence, pure silence.

"That's what I thought. It was a lovely meal, thank you for accommodating me. However, I must be off. I'll send father your love."

And then his hand was gone, as was he, and I fell to my knees, oxygen rushed it's way into my lungs as I gasped for as much air as I could take. I felt the dizziness in my brain still, and the throbbing of my head was horrible, but I was okay.

"Isla." Yixing's soft voice called, I raised my head, my throat still in pain. "Don't try to speak. You'll be okay."

Tears fell from my eyes and I closed them for a moment, opening them and turning my head to find Chanyeol stood staring at me. I only looked away when Yixing and Sehun helped me to my feet.

"Well done, Chanyeol." Minseok said tauntingly.

"At least if Chanyeol's pissed him off he won't be back for a few hundred years." Baekhyun said with displayed relief, glancing at me with unreadable eyes.

I lifted a shaky hand to my throat, grimacing at the pain that still rung around there. I'd no doubt have a bruise, and if I wasn't immortal I'm pretty sure I would probably have brain damage. Yixing scanned my neck, his healing eyes no doubt checking for any inside damage.

"It'll just bruise," he told me, "but it'll fade."

"Perhaps you should go and rest?" Junmyeon spoke, voice colder and distant as usual as he glanced sidelong at Chanyeol.

I said nothing as I left the room, went into my bedroom and quietly cried myself to sleep.

~

The next morning I lay in bed, hearing the chattering from down stairs growing quieter and quieter as the demons left to go fulfil their duties in Hell.

Once I was sure they'd all left, I slipped from my bed, just as a loud knock sounded at the door, strong enough that it made me halt in surprise.

I slipped socks on my feet and quietly padded downstairs, it couldn't of been the demon brothers otherwise they would've just walked in. I remember Yixing telling me something about having wards around the house they'd set up, so everything but they had to knock to enter, and be invited in.

I tiptoed towards the door, curiosity overcoming my fear, as I peeked through the hole in the door. To my surprise, it looked bright and clear, with nobody in sight.

I hummed, confused yet interested, as I opened the door slightly. I poked my head through, and I spotted the reality of the world I was living in. It was a suburban area, sunny and wonderful, it was dark and miserable, and the sky didn't exist, it was a mirrored version of the drab, crumbling city below.

The air was a visible shade of crimson, and the constant ringing in my ear was beginning to give me a headache, however it was the person stood at the door that made me blink in shock.

He was rather tall and lean, and had a face carved from the Gods, his eyes were that depthless black and his features were colder than ice yet as beautiful as snow.

He blinked at me, as if registering everything, and tilted his head, something a human would do in curiosity. My insides weren't as fearful as him as they were to the other demons I'd encountered.

"Hello," he said, his voice like golden honey, nothing of that horrific voice the brother's had used on me with echoed in on itself.

I clutched the door tight enough my knuckles turned white, "um, hi."

Whether he knew my role in Hell or not, he didn't seem to pay an interest as he peaked behind me. "Is Junmyeon home?"

He spoke so... normally, with pitch and tone, not the melancholy voice the brothers used. I shook my head, "not at the moment."

He nodded, preparing to turn and leave, but I shot forward, "what's your name? I'll tell him you stopped by?"

He paused, and studied me carefully, definitely realising I wasn't some brain dead human slave. He grinned, wicked and cruel, "Jungkook."