The Demon Of Lust

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Demina's POV

It's been a couple weeks since that night. The night I gave myself to Agmos fully. The night I saw him for what he was. A demon. I didn't totally believe it. I figured he had a LM syndrome type of thing. I didn't think it was real.

Currently at work, trying to keep my mind off of it because I honestly can't deal with it right now. I'm sore from the training that Agmos and I have been doing. My mind wanders to one day in particular.

Flashback:

We're at Agmos' place in the sparring room. I'm in a tank top and workout shorts. Agmos is in his signature white t shirt and a pair of black sweats.

He's explaining to me what moves I need to do in case someone grabs me by the throat. My mind wanders to him being shirtless and I bite my bottom lip.

Agmos snaps his fingers in my face pulling from my thoughts. I blush and he shakes his head but smiles. He crosses his arms and raises an eyebrow with a smirk.

He says,"I need you to pay attention. I can't always be there for you. That doesn't mean I won't try like hell but still."

I say,"I'm sorry. It's just, you aren't helping matters."

He rolls his eyes and says,"If I could turn it off I would ok."

I look at him with a look of incredulity and then burst into laughter. Agmos smiles and joins me.

End of Flashback

I am running through the restaurant picking up dirty dishes. My hair is up in a bun with a bandana over it, I'm wearing a pair of dark wash flare jeans, and a black button down short sleeve top and a black apron tied around my waist.

Two of my key waitresses called out sick and I'm running the entire dining area. I drop the full bin of dishes back in the kitchen and run back out. It's a half hour til closing and I'm exhausted. I grab my notepad from the hostess stand and run around getting orders written down. I throw the tickets on the kitchen window and grab a tray of drinks.

I turn and struggle taking them to this table of men as quickly as I can and I spill one of them on the table and it spills on one of the guys. He instantly stands and begins wiping at his pants.

I say,"I'm so sorry."

He replies," It's fine. Not a problem."

One of his friends says,"No. She ruined your clothes, dude."

I say,"I really am sorry."

He says,"Dude it's fine. She is obviously short staffed and probably has been going all day here. Cut her some slack."

His friend rolls his eyes and says,"She should pay for your dry cleaning."

He says,"Dude. Chill."

I am frozen not knowing what to do and his friend stands up and comes to me. He grabs my arm roughly and his friend puts a hand on his chest. He throws him off and I look up at him.

He says,"You're gonna give us our meal for free and pay for his dry cleaning."

I glare at him and make my right hand into a claw and slam it into his throat. He goes to one knee and I grab his head and slam it on the table. His nose breaks and I glare down at him.

I say,"YOU will be leaving and never to return. And pray I don't call the police on your ass. Putting your hands on a woman without her consent."

He stands and chokes,"You're gonna pay for that."