DEMENTED | Ethan Dolan

PRAYERS

"Angel, wake up."

Her eyes flutter open to the sight of a smiling Ethan hovering over her, looking devilishly handsome as always. Y/N yawns softly and attempts to sit up, soon falling back as an ache transpires between her legs. She's sore.

"I... I can't move," she spoke shyly, feeling her face heat with embarrassment as the demon chuckled.

"First time fucking a demon will do that to you," he informed, moving slowly as he wrapped his arms around her upper body. "But I know how to make you feel better."

"You do?" she questioned as he picked her naked body up with ease, tossing the ruffled comforter away as he walked over to the bathroom. Her eyes widened at the sight of the bathtub filled with bubbles, and she became even more surprised when he placed her in it and grabbed the sponge. "Oh, Ethan, you really don't have to-"

"Shh," he murmurs into her ear, pressing a soft kiss to her temple. "Just let me make my angel feel all better."

He scrubbed the places of where it hurt the most, as if ridding his own residue of demonic nature and sins from her body. He massaged her skin tenderly, paging close attention to her inner thighs where she still hasn't noticed the darkened tattoo yet - practically a symbol of their engagement. Y/N just leans her head back and closes her eyes in content, him tracing his fingertips over the frail mark and smirking to himself. He's a part of her now, and there's absolutely no way to get rid of him. He can protect her on the outside too, which has become most important to him lately.

It was so ridiculous of Ethan to assume that he'd be able to resist the natural inclines or falling for his Dark Soulmate; meeting Y/N made him realize that Lucifer was right, it was damn right impossible. Of course he wasn't too thrilled to have a Dark Soulmate in the first place, but now that he has her he knows it all makes sense. He's become obsessed with her, every single part of her, and the thought of her ever in mere danger sends his mind into a frenzy. He's prepared to destroy anything and anyone who got in their way.

And he certainly knows that God isn't happy, either.

And that fact alone makes him giddy with excitement, pleaded that he had stolen the Lord's sweet Child.

When done with the bath, Ethan helped dry her off and brought her back to the room, where he laid her back in the bed and tucked her in. He pressed another soft kiss to her lips this time, and murmured against them, "Just rest here for the rest of the day. I will take good care of you, angel."

At that moment, Y/N had the sudden urge to explore mother nature today, perhaps get away from the demon who was oddly suffocating her with his presence now. Why was he acting like this all of a sudden? "Actually, I had been planning on going to the library today."

Ethan frowned. "I don't think that's a good idea, angel. You need rest." The more she goes into town, the more trouble she gets into.

"I'm rested quite enough," she insisted, coming to her senses over the events of what just happened last month. "Thank you for the bath, I really do feel a whole lot better, but I'd really like to leave right now."

The demon continued to scowl and stare as she wobbled over to her closet, preparing a full-day outfit against his advice. Obviously he's not going to stop her, he has no selfless reason to, but he knows as she continues to flaunt about the town of Rosebury, she's bound to be continued into getting fed more lies about him. He also knows that she's befriended Rose, who somehow still lurks about, which pisses him off even more.

So, as expected, he decides to follow her.

Y/N still weirdly felt his eyes on her as she travelled through the quaint town, and she presumes it must be some sort of after-sex-with-a-demon effect. She still cannot believe that actually happened. Is she going to Hell now? Oh God, of course she is! She literally engaged in the most sinful and lustful act with an enemy of God, who is surely judging her this very moment. Unless she's able to revoke her sins and regrets...