DEMENTED | Ethan Dolan

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She ran.

Y/N's breaths escaped her open mouth freely as she spun on her feet and flung herself up on the staircase, with the demon right on her tail, growing and swearing under his breath. She almost wanted to give him and let him catch her, but she persisted in speed and repeated a short mantra in her head; front door, front door, front door. As fate would have it, the front door was already unlocked and the second she stepped off her property, she was free from the bounded demon who screamed for her to come back.

What was her plan, exactly? She didn't really know, just that she had to get out of there. Her attraction towards the demon was scaring her, and it was too much to handle with the roaming sexual thoughts in her mind of what he wanted to do her. It wasn't him that she was necessarily afraid of (though he does give her quite a fright), but herself, and her desires to get intimate with the son of Lucifer. Yeah, she doesn't think that would go over well with God, who she's loyal to.

I was going to have sex with a demon.

"Shit," she cursed to herself, realizing she had forgotten to take her purse. The whole plan of going to the local town's inn and spending a night was certainly out of question, but she could not go back inside her home.

Rose, Y/N thought in remembrance. She'll go to Rose. Should she explain what has happened on one of the most insane days of her life? A demon in her house killed a pastor, who was also intending to take advantage of her. God, how will she get out of this one?

Before Y/N knew it, she was standing right out the front door of Rose's quaint home. She knocked a few times, praying that the old woman was there. Fortunately enough, the door swung open and there she stood, not even appearing surprised that she had an unexpected visitor. "Come in, dear."

"Rose, I must ask for a favor," Y/N spoke softly, stepping inside the warm home. Her breath was shaky and filled with nerves, her mind taunting itself with possibilities of what would have happened if Ethan caught her. "Is it okay if I spend the night here? I left in a last minute rush, and I do not want to go back tonight. But I won't stay if you don't want me to, I don't want to impose-"

"Oh, honey, it's quite alright. You can stay here for as long as you like," Rose smiled, placing her hand on the younger woman's shoulder. "I knew this would happen sooner or later. So what happened, did the demon try to drive you out of your home?"

"Well... sort of. Something really bad happened, twice. And I don't know if I should tell you..." Shall she confess?

"If you fear of me turning you in for something you didn't do, you are mistaken," the elder assured, guiding her towards the couch. "My lips are sealed. Talking truly does help, it rids the mind of intoxicating, self-deprecating thoughts."

Y/N sucked in a sharp breath, and began to unfold everything of what occurred in her own home. Daniel's death, the suicide coverup, the pastor's death, pretty much everything. Even her own confused sexual attraction towards the menace, which Rose appeared to not be too surprised at. It almost made her wonder if the old woman was paying mind to everything she just said.

"It appears to me that the Seeker is already deeply attached to you, killing others for your own protection. But, there's also a selfish reason attached," Rose spoke, tapping her fingernails along the arm of the rocking chair. "He wants you all to himself, and he won't stop until you give in. These sexual desires you feel are just his luring games he planted within you. You must not give in, for if you have sex, you belong to him and him entirely. He will destroy anybody who he feels is a threat to you."

Y/N shuddered at Rose's words, feeling quite relieved that she escaped just in time. "Well, I have to return to my house sometime, and he'll certainly find his way to me then. What do I do?"