Demons & Dynasty

Chapter 5

I stared into my wardrobe, staring, not looking. I had so many colours, hardly anything suitable for a funeral. I had a pair of black business style trousers, but Diavolo mentioned a few times how he hated me in trousers - I blended in too much with the brothers apparently. I shook my head involuntarily, unsure what to put on, I had a black mini skirt (inappropriate for a funeral) or the trousers which I really didn't want to wear. At that moment, I heard a light tap at my door. "Are you decent, Y/N?" The voice echoed from outside.
"Yes," I responded, "come on in."
The door clicked open and Mammon walked in, he looked downcast, which was very unlike him.
"Hey, Y/N, Asmo was supposed to give this to you but he's doing his makeup so I thought id drop it round." He held out a Majolish parcel, "we all pitched in, we hope you like it.."
I took the parcel from his hands and carefully opened it. Inside was a calf length black dress, it had a stretchy pencil skirt bottom, the neckline and shoulders were black lace. The dress was finished with a small belt with a bow round the middle.
"We thought you could wear it today," Mammon spoke up as I took in the beauty of the dress, "is it alright?"
"I love it" I mumbled. "I really love it," I laid the dress down on my bed and pulled Mammon into a tight hug, "thank you so much."
"I- uh, well yeah I'm glad it's alright, Y/N" Mammon blushed as I hugged him, slowly pulling away. "Asmo said he'll be round in a bit to do your hair and makeup." Mammon left as swiftly as he arrived, and I was alone to shower and put on my lovely new dress. I took off my pyjamas, chucking them on my desk, as I turned on the shower. I started playing some music on my DDD and hopped in, the feeling of the hot water soaking my hair was amazing. I ordinarily take rather long showers, but I would try to cut it short today.

Asmo's POV
I was dressed in a black tuxedo, a small black ribbon round my neck, as I wandered over to Y/N's room, makeup bag and hair curlers in tow. I was about to knock on her door when I heard her singing. I had missed her beautiful voice when she was gone, she was always singing. The door was unlocked so I let myself in. I noticed her new dress laying on the bed, next to it was a small matching necklace, earring and bracelet set of tiny pearls, Y/N sure did have style. I moved her pyjamas from her desk to her pillow, all the while listening to her beautiful voice - she had no clue I was here. I set up my little work station on her desk, and proceeded to rummage around her room for the best underwear to go with the dress.

Your POV
As I turned off the water and music I could have sworn I heard someone outside my bathroom door. I brushed it off, putting it down to nerves and I wrapped my towel round my body and put my hair in a turban. I pushed open the door and a small yelp escaped my lips as I saw Asmo sitting on the end of my bed.
"Why, hello gorgeous" he quipped, "you know, you really do have the most gorgeous legs, Y/N! That dress really will look stunning on you."
I laughed, I had learnt to not care so much about Asmo's deep lustful gazes, I had accepted them as a fact of life. "What are you doing in my room while I'm in the shower Asmo?"
"Well, you were taking forever and I had to get set up." He stepped over to me, placing his hands on my damp shoulders, "and I need to make you even more beautiful."
With his gaze so close to mine, I noticed the thin black eyeliner and pale pink lip stick he was wearing. And so the mini makeover began. I put on my dainty pearl bracelet and matching earrings then dried myself off, Asmo sneaking peeks, me hitting him every time I sensed his gaze on me.
I sat down at my desk, still wrapped in my towel as Asmo began drying my hair. My short, wavy red hair stared at me through the mirror, Asmo began braiding and curling and twisting until I had the most gorgeous half up-half down hairstyle. He followed with a makeup brush - makeup was my weak spot, I was helpless. He added golden eyeshadow, eyeliner, mascara and a pale red lipstick. Diavolo would have loved it, and that thought made me smile.

I lent over to get out some underwear when Asmo gave a small cough behind me, holding up a lacy black thong. Great, I laughed again and took them from him, shooing him to look away as I pulled on the underwear and the dress.
"Hey, would you zip me up?"
Asmo's fingers grazed over my spine making me shudder at the touch as he zipped me up from ass to neck. Before I could ask, he took my necklace and clasped it, his warm breath on my neck.
"Asmo..." I whispered, turning to face him.
"I know you like Satan..." he mumbled, a look of jealousy in his eyes, "but you're special to me Y/N, and I won't not fight for you" before I could react to this sudden profession of his love, his lips were on mine, and my god it felt good. I couldn't help but kiss back, intoxicated my his scent, his warmth. He gently bit down on my lips, causing my downstairs to heat up.
"Asmo.." I moaned into the kiss, his arms wrapped tightly around my waist. He parted the kiss and let go of me. "I love you Y/N, and I won't stop until you feel the same." And with that he left the room.

I was stunned. Confused. Unsure what to do or how to feel. What have you got yourself into Y/N? I thought to myself.

A/N - hey another chapter! Hope u like it, feel free to share or whatever. Ta, ~ Christina_1603 /kkbods xx