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

Soft and Warm

The fallen angel stood there trembling in pain as it's own blood poured from its body. Lewis was glaring at the creature as Ann and Marco just watched with blank stares.

"Just tell us where your master is..." Lewis muttered, knife dripping with blood. "...please."

The fallen angel shook its head. "NEVER!! I am loyal to my mi-!" Suddenly it's eyes widened and blood slowly seeped through its skin. "No- NO! Have mercy on me!!!" It cried and thrashed around. "NO!!!"

Ann and Marco perked up as Lewis stepped away with a confused yet frightened look on his face. The Angels body contorted unnaturally and its eyes rolled to the back of its head.

"THE SOUTH!!! GO TOWARDS THE SOUTH AND AVENGE MY DEATH!!!" It cried before it melted into dust.

"What the hell did you do Lewis!?" Marco yelled, glaring at the male.

"I-I didn't- I didn't do anything..." he muttered, staring at the pile of blood and ash that now rested on the ground.

"You heard what it said though didn't you? Go to the south?" Ann stated in a serious tone.

"But... they never come from the South. We've only ever seen them come from the West." Lewis stated.

"It could be a trick? Perhaps they really don't want us finding out where they are..." Marco muttered under his breath.

"Whatever! Let's go and get (Y/n) back before it's too late!!" Quickly Lewis spun on his heel and faced towards the South with concern written on his face.

You skipped around the halls. This castle was like a maze... for the most part you've only found empty rooms or rooms with couches and old books in them... there seemed to be not many bedrooms in this place...

You had looked out a couple windows but still the fog was much too thick.

You entered a main hall that was a big room. You stood on the balcony eye to eye with a giant chandelier in the middle. Down the stairs was- you guess it- more couches and books. You groaned...

Your eyes trailed up to the chandelier... it was sparkling and gleaming. A smirk crossed your lips.

Mokichi appeared in the darker room, the old woman sat at a table with a grim look on her face.

"You wanted to see me?" He asked.

The woman looked at him. "Yes... I wanted to tell you that I miscalculated some things..." her eyes trailed down. "I'm afraid you only have 2 months instead of 4."

His hands slammed on the table. "What!?"

She glared at him. "It was minor error- don't worry-!"

"Don't worry? DONT WORRY!? How the hell am I supposed to get her to fall in love with me within 2 MONTHS!?" He hissed. He felt his eyes wide and his hair... he could feel it slowly turn from its natural white color to black.

The woman stayed calm. "That's not my problem-!"

He grabbed her and glared deep into her eyes. "You better check the numbers- all of them again. We can't have you messing up AGAIN!!"

"But I know they're-"

"THATS AN ORDER!!!"

The woman huffed. "Fine. But only so you won't get more angry and destroy everything you've worked for. Now, go to the girl and do whatever the hell it takes to get her close to you. Kiss her- hug her- sweet talk her- I DONT care just do your part!!!"

The male let go of her and rubbed his temples, trying to calm himself down. He felt his hair turning back to the silky white color it once was... he sighed.