My Darkiplier

Guardian Demon

A/N: This story contains mentions of sexual assault. Please read with caution.

I was sure this was the place.

It was well hidden and the directions the owner gave me seemed...misleading...

But I didn't let that bother me. I would rather have my life taken here than in my own home.

I took a deep breath, nearly gagging at the smell of the slum-like neighborhood, and knocked twice on the door of an old red-bricked ranch house as instructed.

A man with a shaved head and wearing all leather opened it. He stood a good 6 feet tall and glowered down at me with one bloodshot gray eye. The other was clouded and milky as a jagged red scar ran precisely down the middle from his brow-bone to the top of his cheek.

"Y/N L/N, I assume?" He said in a smoker's voice.

"Yes," I said doing my best not to let my voice shake. "I'm here to get a demon."

He nodded once, opened the door fully, and let me inside. "They call me Lore for what it's worth. But tell me Y/N, what's a nice girl like you from *Your Hometown* wanting a demon for?"

A lump started to form in my throat. "I'm not comfortable saying why...But I'll say this: I'm scared for my life at home."

Lore blinked at me with his one good eye but didn't push it any further. "I'll show you where I keep the demons. Come this way."

He led me down a narrow staircase to a basement where the walls and floor were made entirely out of concrete. A lone lightbulb was used to illuminate the place and I could see a row of iron bar doors that immediately reminded me of prison cells.

"I know I should have mentioned this on the phone," Said Lore without looking at me. "But I only have two in at this time. If you don't see one you like, you can always come back in a month or two."

Two months?! I needed one now!

"Okay," I replied, my heartbeat doubling.

He stopped at the far end of the basement and lazily motioned to the cells that stood side by side.

"Here they are," He said. "Take a look."

What caught my attention first was the contents of every cell. A mattress, and a bucket that I did not want to know what was used for.

The cell to my left held a blue-haired demon that was snoring loudly on his mattress. I looked to my right and immediately locked eyes with the occupant.

A demon with raven hair that fell to his shoulders and matching eyes scowled at me through the bars. He had pearl gray skin that contrasted beautifully with his dark features. He was wearing a black tank top with matching denim shorts; both were torn horribly and frayed.

He sat on the floor. Silver cuffs were wrapped around his wrists while a matching metal collar and chain hung around his neck. The other end of the said chain was secured to the ground.

"I gotta warn you about that one." Said Lore nodding to him. "He required the strongest bindings after he killed his last master."

A growl came from the demon.

"But don't let that put you off. If he so much as looks at you wrong, the binds force him into submission."

I glanced at the blue-haired demon who could have been dead to the world if it was not for his snoring. He hadn't as much as stirred when Lore and I came in.