You wake up to footsteps outside your door. Thinking it’s Zeldris, you prop yourself up on your elbows so you can see him. As the door creaks open, you realize that Zeldris, being a perfect gentleman, likely would have knocked.
So who is entering your room?
Not Zeldris.
The man in your room is definitely not Zeldris.
You sit up as quickly as your body will allow without ripping your stitches.
You reach for the gigantic quartz crystal on your nightstand or, as you like to jokingly call it, your banishing rock.
Any rock is a banishing rock if it’s thrown hard enough.
This is not a joking matter.
The man in your room is easily six and a half feet tall and has a dark mark over his left eye.
Zeldris’ mark is over his left eye.
Could this man be a demon?
You could try the voice you use when you speak with unfamiliar spirits.
But… something tells you that this guy won’t buy the false confidence. He closes the door behind him.
And you’ve only seen that dark mark on Zeldris, a demon ranked higher than Pazuzu.
You didn’t leave your Ouija board out by accident, did you?
Did Zeldris get any of your blood on it while he was helping you out with the scratches?
Probably not.
Zeldris wouldn’t be that careless.
The demon approaches.
You grip the rock tighter and try to keep your voice steady.
“S-stay where you are!” you say, sounding more panicked than you intended.
You’ve seen that look before.
Hunter has had that look on his face before.
That sadistic glint in the eye, the curve of a smile you know is going to accompany a hit. Or worse.
You shrink back.
Even if you could manage to stand before he catches you, he’s still between you and the door.
It’s not like your elderly neighbours will help you.
And everyone else is probably outside.
And Zeldris is way too far away to help you.
The demon’s at the foot of your bed.
“What do you want?” you ask.
You’re shaking.
The demon comes closer and the sunlight from the window dances on his pale silver-bluish hair in a way that would have been pretty if he wasn’t too busy silently scaring the shit out of you.
His hand, covered in shiny metal plate armour, reaches for you. You almost fall out of your bed trying to get away from him but he grabs your jaw between two of his fingers and his thumb and uses his free hand to pull you way closer to him that you’d like to be.
You instinctively cover your chest with your arm.
He doesn’t seem that interested in your chest.
He seems to be inspecting your face.
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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...
