Demon

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🅱️olnad's POV

I walked out of the basement and locked the door behind me. A large wide grin plastered on my lips; Y/N's tears tasted exceptionally delicious, like sweet sweet honey.

That wasn't necessary you know.

Why do you care?

Poor girl... you really are a really sick jerk aren't you.

I don't care what you think of me.

What would that boyfriend of yours think? ...What was his name again? Germany?

Don't drag him into this.

Why?

I don't want to hear his name while I do this.

Oh really, then why do you do this? You clearly enjoy doing this, yet you're in a relationship with him. How fucking sick of you doing this with no regret or guilt.

I don't want to hear it.

Just answer the question 🅱️oland.

You don't have any right to question my actions.

Why? I'm the only witness of your horrible crimes, I deserve to Question whatever the hell I want.

No, you don't... you're just a voice in my head.

(sigh) Are you sure about that bud?

Yes, I'm fucking sure!

... I should have ended you when father told me to...

What?!?

"It's not too late is it?"

No one's POV

🅱️oland stood still, that voice was the same as the one that was speaking in his head, but this time... it was in person. The air around him had the faint scent of extinguished fire, this gave him an idea of what this... thing could be. A demon. "I was beginning to wonder why it sounded soo feminine." He sighed and slowly turned around; his hazel eyes met with a small, young looking demon, she was sitting with her legs crossed on top of the table next to the window, her tail would move once in a while as she stared at 🅱️oland with narrowed eyes.

By the smell of her scent 🅱️oland deduced that it had to be female, though strangely, she didn't reek of blood or death. This was strange seeing that this particular scent something that was common for demons. "What do you want from me?" 🅱️oland asked as he narrowed his eyes at this demonic being. She grinned showing off her set of sharp teeth and got off the table. "That's none of your business 🅱️oland." She said as she placed her black hands on her hip, her attitude seemed arrogant, like this situation was too easy for her, like she had done this many many times before. "Oh really? Then get out." He spat out as he clenched his fists. The demon looked at him and reached a hand inside the pocket of her jacket. She pulled out a small glowing orb and brought it up to her lips.

No.

Then before 🅱️oland could react, she crushed it. "All you need to know 🅱️oland... is that I'm bringing you back to Hell." She then ran towards him and transformed into a large wolf-like creature. The demon's sharp teeth were bared, 🅱️oland knew that she was clearly seeking a fight, one he wasn't in the mood to participate. The demon snickered, as she lunged at him with an open mouth, this is going to be too easy, what did dad have to worry about? She was about to grab 🅱️oland's neck, when suddenly, he disappeared from her sight. She landed on her feet and looked around in anger, how could she have missed him, he was inches away from her.

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