It started out innocently enough. He was well known on TikTok and so was I, to an extent. I wasn't verified yet, but I posted regularly enough for my fans to keep up with me. I liked his content so I followed him. I never expected him to follow me b...
It was hard to tell when I fell asleep, but it was easy to tell that I wasn't in my room, and it was earlyish in the morning. Pushing upright, I noticed that I was lying on the loveseat just adjacent to the chair I was sitting in yesterday when I was talking to Noen.
Noen.
I forced myself to stand, a pain to do since I was feeling quite light headed. The lights were off, and the room was relatively dark with all of the curtains closed. I finally found my way into my room where I stripped and took a hasty shower, still oblivious to the time. My hair was almost back to it's original dirty blonde, and I cringed at it as I brushed it out and put it into a ponytail, not bothering to dry it this time.
I slipped into a comfortable pair of shorts and a Tokyo Ghoul t-shirt, and took a moment to debate on whether or not I wanted to wear shoes. The answer was a begrudged yes, and I pulled on a pair of converse, marked in Sharpie with each of my highschool friends' names. Still without makeup, I grabbed my phone and decided that I was presentable. And starving.
I broke into a slight job, almost skipping down the stairs when I smelled the bacon frying. I half expected to see Damiar, but I was greeted with the familiar fading blond hair of Noen. "No offense," I started as I took a piece of bacon off of the plate. "But your hair looks dead." The boy sighed and fluffed it up. "I'm aware. But I've come to the conclusion that I don't care."
I snorted out a laugh and pushed him over slightly. "Move. I got eggs to fry." "You can cook?" I turned and hit him in the arm with the grease covered spatula, causing him to scramble back. "Whoa! Put the weapon down! Put the weapon down!" "Who's got a weapon?" "Damiar?" I glanced from the green haired male who casually leans on the counter to the blond who takes the spatula away from me. "I.. Didn't hear you come in."
Damiar chuckled softly. "Don't know how you could over the sound of burning bacon and Noen screaming for mercy." "The bacon!" I squealed and hastily took the blackened crisps out of the bubbling grease, but it was no use. They were inedible. Noen leaned over my shoulder and squinted. "Oh, so that's how you cook?" "Noen, I will pour holy water into your eyes." He backed off, laughing so loudly that I ended up cracking up with him. Damiar eventually succumbed to it as well.
When we had all calmed down, I was given a small bag. I looked at Damiar questioningly. "Hair dye and makeup," he said simply. "Anything you want, and it's yours." I studied his eyes for a moment. "Anything...?" He tilted his head. "Is there something I don't know here?" I snickered and shook my head. "No. No.. At least, you know what's going on, but you aren't aware that I know about it.." He seemed utterly confused for a few seconds before his gaze hardened and his jaw clenched.
I hurriedly backed away from him, but his attention was on Noen. "You told her? He snarled, backing the demon into the spacious room before the staircases. "She deserved to know!" Noen argued, standing up to Damiar, even as he took a step back every time the latter took a step forward. "It wasn't time for her to know!" Damiar shot back, and for the second time in only three days, I was utterly terrified of him.
His entire demeanor was different. It was rigid, stiff. Noen put his hands up and released his wings, lifting them as though he meant to take off. But Damiar lunged at him, sending them both to the floor. "Not so fast, demon." I wanted to hightail it out of there, but at the same time, a major part of me begged me to stay, to watch.
So I did.
Noen's wings beat furiously under him, the gust from them sending my hair back. Damiar had him pinned, and before I knew it, I was staring at a creature most definitely not human. Blood red horns, akin to a bull's, protruded from either side of his skull. Four large black and red feathered wings unfurled from his back, and even from here, I could see his fangs glinting cruelly as he sneered down at Noen, his eyes a fierce gold.
His hand came up, sharp neon green claws flashing in the dim sunlight, and I screamed.
"Leave him alone!"
I shivered as the mansion rumbled softly, and Damiar snapped his head up to the large chandelier that shuddered delicately. And then it snapped. "Shit!" Damiar ripped away from Noen, and the demon had only a split second to move. The chandelier crashed onto the floor and shattered, thousands upon thousands of tiny shards of glass shooting out in every direction. Before I had the chance to feel the pain, I felt two arms and wings wrap securely around me.
I felt no pain, only warmth.
I looked up with glistening eyes, only to find two orange orbs staring straight back into my own. He winced as his wings fell from my side, and I gasped. The glass had sliced them open, and the feathers were so stained with blood that they appeared more red than black. I carefully moved my hand towards them, but he entwined our fingers instead.
"I think it's time that I... Told you the whole truth..."
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