"Do you have like.. a demon name?" I asked curiously and he shook his head, "no." I then noticed his maroon eyes and the fangs he had show, was he finally revealing himself to me. His nails were dark grey and weren't sharp, it looked as if he bit them down. I stared into his eyes and he smiled, despite the deep hole in my stomach and the inability to breathe it was somehow comforting.
"What do you do for work and stuff? Is it like evil?" I asked kinda curious about his story, "when people die I greet them and then sit them through their own personal torture for hours.. OH OH! One guy was terrified of spongebobs laugh so that's all you hear in one section of the underworld, I think it's torturing everyone! Even us demons..." He chuckled laughing at the thought of this mans torture, but the torture seemed funny, spongebobs laugh? Being a demon might not be as bad as it's made out to be.
"What's your personal torture?" I ask, still curious about him, the concern in my eyes gave away my kind intention and he turned it down by replying with something simple and bland. "Nothing at all." I shrug and cough distracting the situation since it didn't ease him up at all.
"Surely you're supposed to be in hell or something." I make an excuse and chuckle calming myself making sure I was loose and carefree to be able to take all this in at once. "Well, yeah but I got bored, peoples screams weren't fun anymore." He then smirked and winked at me licking his left fang, "other than yours." I blushed hysterically and he laughed.
"Why come here? I know about the language being easy and stuff, but you're evil, evil is bad?" He sighed and then looked into my eyes. "Humans are cool. They can choose what they want to be, they can be happy without seeing people die, they can explore and help old ladies cross the street and buy simple things like chewing gum and share it in school and... Life is just more interesting." His fangs seemed to fade, his smile faded along with it too, and his maroon eyes, they turned to a sweet brown. His attitude seemed to fade too, his hand raising a little and his mouth opening to talk a little more, but he shut himself up.
"It sure is interesting. One minute you're a child and you're carefree then the world is shaming on you for being too carefree. So you mature but then people shame you for being mature. You do the slightest thing wrong and everything comes crashing down on you." Taehyung tilted his head. "Like a house of cards I guess. Humans are so fragile." Taehyung shook his head,
"Some of you are stronger than I could ever be." He rolled his eyes. His rude manor returning after I had spoken about his wishes. Did I say something wrong? I sighed and heard the door open behind me.
"You can leave. Stop asking questions. It's annoying" I nodded and turned around, just walking out the door and stepped into the elevator.
He seemed so sympathetic when talking about humans. Maybe that's his one desire? He's a sick man, he was bored of torture. He could be wanting to take all of these broken beings on the face of earth, making them sell their soul vulnerably like I had and use them as his little minions, personal torture my ass this could torture anybody.
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Fanfiction"Please... I really need this job.. I'll sell my soul to you, my entire life. Just please." I slammed my hands on the desk, determined. "Soul? Hmm sure." Of course I was baffled by his response on that day. The way he just simply agreed as soon as I...
