Inspired by Supernatural and American Horror Story
TRIGGER WARNING
"You fucking bastard!"
I socked him right in the nose, and the sound of the crack filled the silence in the room. My chest heaved up and down due to the anger I felt because of how many innocent lives this bastard took.
"Did I hit a nerve in my poor, little orphan?" The demon smirked. "Gorging on those children's souls were so fucking freeing! I still feel stoned from that la-"
His head flew back from the impact of my blow before he could finish his sentence, and his left eye turned a swollen blue and purple.
"You're a fucking monster, you know that? I hate your kind."
"Well, sweetie we hate your kind too." He blinked, and his eyes immediately turned into that sickening, obsidian color - an image that I never adapted to even as a hunter. "Why don't you come over here and free me from this devil's trap? I'm so fucking horny, dollface. I'll let you suck my dick as a reward for your virgin ass."
Violated and disgusted, I started to say the incantation which immediately wiped the smirk off his face. The sound of his agony and my incantation mingled in the air, fighting to be the loudest.
"I love being controlled, dollface! Give daddy some more, you fucking bitch!" His pained moans made me recite the incantation louder and faster, which made his vessel redden and shake intensely. The demon roared with all its might, trying to break free from the ropes tied to the chair.
A cry of a little boy interrupted the incantation before I could finish, causing me to divert my attention to him.
"Kid, it's not safe here! Go back to Sister Maria, now!"
The boy still wouldn't listen, but oddly, his crying stopped. He stared straight at the demon, unfazed, and walked towards him. The demon grinned from ear to ear as the little boy bent down, and scraped away at the devil's trap.
"What're you doing!" With the flick of the little boy's wrist, I was thrown back to the corner of the room. He looked back at me with those obsidian orbs that horrified me.
"Did you think I was gonna leave without my hyung?" A distorted guffaw emerged from the little boy's mouth, making me cower in fear in the corner of the room. The larger demon tore through the ropes, and dusted himself off.
"Looks like we hit the jackpot tonight, Jimin."
•
"That bitch was insane. I had to find a new vessel because of her." One of the demons said as he lit up a joint, and inhaled it. "I found this one at a dance studio - healthy, fit, and his soul was fucking delicious and pure. I was tripping for days," he chuckled.
"Who would've thought being demons was fun? Huh, Hobi-hyung?" The younger one took a drag of the joint that was passed to him. He hissed at the feeling of ecstasy, and threw his head back.
"Yeah, but this shit's not doing us justice. We need more human souls." Hoseok snatched the joint away from Jimin's stubby fingers, and inhaled deeply. Alas, it didn't give him the satisfaction he wanted.
"And what did I tell you about that nickname?" Hoseok playfully smacked the younger demon's shoulder as they both chuckled.
These two demons have been best friends since their human days.
Hoseok was a runaway teen who had to steal to survive. He grew up in an abusive household, smoked all of his sorrows away, and fucked whoever he could lay his hands on. He was a troubled kid.
