Dancing With a Demon (Yandere! Demon! X Reader)

Meeting the Devil

You sprinted towards your fallen comrade with your staff in hand and your shield in the other. Lewis was currently bleeding out of his side with a nasty knife wound to his chest.

You skidded down to his level and smirked at him. "Got a little too close for comfort I see?"

The male glared. "Shut up and just hurry up and heal me!!" He hissed.

You giggled. "One fixed stab wound coming right up!" You placed the end of your magical staff near his wound and whispered some words gently under your breath.

Slowly the wound began to piece itself back together. Lewis threw his head back and ground loudly in pain. You winced at his cries but continued to heal him. Once you were almost done a burst of magic flew past your face, scaring you and making you fall back on your butt.

"(Y/n) look out!!!" Lewis yelled and quickly grabbed your shield, holding it to block both you and him.

You looked up at him before glancing to the side only to see him floating in the air with his grotesque looking mask and his black spiked hair gently waving in the breeze. He had his arms cross and his head was facing right towards you, painted eyes staring right into your soul.

"Shit." Lewis grunted, staring up at the male along with you. "(Y/n). Get to cover! I'll handle this!" He said.

You looked back at him then anxiously looked at his wound which was much smaller but still bleeding. "But-."

"Just go!!!" He hissed.

You gulped and nodded your head. "I understand."

You created a magical shield to block your body and ran back to your little ditch where you hid, waiting for your powers to be useful.

Before you could make it however, a arrow laced with black magic flew past your face and landed at your feet making you yelp.

Your eyes trailed up. You made eye contact with him again.

'Why is he after me?' You thought. He readied another arrow and pointed it at you. You held you staff up, ready to block his attack.

He suddenly shifted in his aim and in one quick move the arrow flew in another direction, hitting Lewis right in the heart, the arrow disappearing on impact.

Your eyes widened. "LEWIS!!!" You screamed, watching the male gasp and fall to his knees.

You ran over to aid him. You were suddenly thrown back by a force, pushing you to the ground. You looked up, your breath hitched.

There stood the man... the one whom you have been fighting against all the time. The one who you despised the most with all your heart... Mokichi Hekuro.

"Why are you doing this!?" You yelled.

The male was as silent as he always is.

You gritted your teeth. "May the gods curse you for you crimes!! Your silence shall be the death of you!!!!"

The male pulled out a sword and pointed it to your neck. You tilted your head back staring at the object.

It had black magic swirling around it and hissing like it was on fire, but it wasn't burning.

"Give me your staff." He spoke in a voice that was soft to your ears like silk however, his words were far from sweet.

You glared. "No way."

"I'm afraid you don't have a choice." He threw his arm back in one quick move and grabbed your staff, trying to rip it from your hands.

You let out a yelp and held on tightly as you were tossed around. By the time you looked up the male had already taken off and was high up in the air with your precious staff.