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

Tense

"You're an Angel..." you whispered.

The males face never changed from emotionless. "Half Angel..." he muttered. "Half demon..."

You stared in utter shock and quickly backed away from the male out of fear. "B-b-But your kind i-i-is-!"

"Shunned?" He hummed. He stood up and walked closer as you backed up. "You're told that we're an abomination... slow... never a threat to society."

Your back hit the couch. "Y-Yes but... y-y-you're still an underling from God a-and Satan- meaning... y-you're powerful..."

He tilted his head and stood only a couple feet from you. "Is that why you're so afraid of me then?"

You tensed up. "W-well I-... I-."

He crouched in front of you with still no expression on his perfect face. You stared back, feeling his eyes piercing your soul.

"You sure had a fiery tongue on the battlefield... what has changed?" He asked as if he was genuinely curious and not mocking you.

But you didn't trust it.

"W-well... y-you- I- I'm just... so... confused..." you muttered. "I don't know what you want from me- I-I don't know where I am... I just found out that you- you're a half blood with the face of an angel..." your eyes trailed up to meet his, struggling not break the eye contact "and the mind of a demon."

He didn't falter. "You must be tired my dear..."

Another shiver went down your spine.

He reached out and poked your forehead making your flinch. "How about you take a nap?" And as he pulled away you felt a wave of drowsiness pass through your body making you slowly close your eyes and fall into darkness.

The male sighed, staring at your form slumped to the side with your head tilted and your back pressing against the couch. It didn't look very comfortable...

But he didn't care.

He grabbed the blanket and wrapped it more around you, making sure you were at least warm.

He stood up and and grabbed his mask and slipped it back on his face. He snapped his fingers and appeared back at the North Tower where the woman sat in her rocking chair, gazing at an old dusty book.

"I have the girl." He said.

"Good! You finally did something useful. Now! When are you going to try for a baby?" She asked, her eyes never leaving the book.

The male unwillingly tensed. "I don't... know."

Finally her eyes moved to his. "There are several ways you could go about this." She got up from her chair, never standing to her full height as her back hunched over. "The first is you could force yourself upon her but that may cause her to be so stressed she has a miscarriage... which she would not survive."

"So... then I have to convince her to do it willingly?" He asked.

The old woman nodded. "Yes... that would be the safest way. But I highly doubt you of all people could seduce her."

The male didn't answer to her childish insult but instead was thinking of how he was going to get one of his greatest enemies to fall in love with him.

He didn't know the first thing about love.

What it looked like, felt like, what it did- what it is... how do you even achieve it?

"You're not very good at being not genuine are you?" The old woman asked. She let out a long hefty sigh. "Do you like anything about her?"

He was silent for a moment- not having thought about it before. "Her... skin is soft?" He mumbled.