Zeldris’ father continues speaking, “why are you making this sacrifice so difficult for yourself when you could simply draw out her weak, pitiful, broken little soul and order her body to bend to your will?”
It’s increasingly difficult not to panic, to stay still, and to keep your breathing steady.
“If she were one of my cultists, Father, I would have been able to leave after she said no.”
“But she is not one of your cultists. The rules you have imposed upon yourself must change.”
“She said no. This isn’t up for debate.”
“Then kill her and do what you will with her soul.”
The silence hangs heavily in the room for an uncomfortably long time. Is Zeldris weighing his options? Why isn’t he replying? Questions and scenarios keep running through your head until he cuts through them all with his response.
“No.”
It’s funny how one little word can fill you with a glimmer of hope and a little bit of relief.
“It wouldn’t be difficult to do either of those things. Look at her. You wouldn’t even need to fight for long before either option would come easily.”
“Rape and murder are not options.”
“Then I suppose you’ll just have to remain trapped here.” He lifts you higher so he can look at your face. You catch a glimpse of a long blond beard with your downcast eyes. “And how does that make you feel, human? Knowing that your selfishness has trapped my son here.”
What had Pazuzu said? Don’t speak unless spoken to? Well, you’re being spoken to now and you can’t respond. Panic rises in your throat. You try to be brave, to fight against your fear, but as this demon stares into your eyes and into your very soul, you begin to tremble. You can’t say anything and your breathing shallows. You shut your eyes tightly as he runs one of the claws of his free hand along your cheek.
“You know it’s cruel to keep him trapped here, human,” he says as his claws tear through your shirt, your bra, and your shorts and leave gashes on your skin in their wake.
“Don’t listen to him,” says Zeldris far below you but how can you not?
When your shirt falls away, the demon grasps you under the arms and you’re held between two of his fingers. His grip is hurting you. You want to struggle, but when you’re this high up you’re almost as afraid of falling as you are of him. Zeldris says something else, but you can’t make out the words.
“You want to help him. You know that. And all he needs is a little bit of your energy. He can go home, and all of this trouble is over.”
His claws tear your underwear and it flutters to the floor.
“No…” you whimper. You’re shaking like a leaf. Below, Zeldris takes his shirt off.
“No” you repeat. It’s all you can say.
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The Graveyard (Zeldris x Female Reader)
Fanfiction(AU) You just wanted a nice relaxing beach day but nooooooo you had to get kidnapped by a cult and sacrificed to a demon prince. You're not dead. That's a start. But you would definitely prefer not to be naked. Stupid cults with their stupid rituals...
