A Demonic Dance

Prolouge

Yes. Im a shipper. Yes this is a ship book, But I only ship thier characters in mc and not the real people! So please no hate

Enjoy!
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3rd Person PoV
"Geoooooooooooorge." The tall, male-identifying being whined from his spot, draped over the sofa like a blanket.

His gracious, yet very tired, host barely gave him a glance. "What do you want." George groaned, rubbing his hands and against his face.

"I'm sooooooooo bored." The taller whined again, sitting up and pouting at the mortal in front of him.

"Well that's not my fault." George responded, glaring at the 'thing' in front if him.

They came into George's life very unexpectedly. Or, well, he should have been expected; George did summon him after all.

Long story short: after a week of getting no work done and having a complete mental block, when George had spotted a large leather bound 'demon' book in his local Oxfam he thought, "why the fuck not, not like anything will happen".

Famous last words.

The... demon itself didn't look ugly or disfigured like many story books would depict. He was actually quite surprisingly handsome and charming, the type of man who could swoon anyone. He had dirty blond hair (more to the brown side but not enough to really be called brown, so dirty blonde it shall be called) and a strong American accent. He was also pretty damn tall, around 5-6 inches taller than George's 5'9, which seemed to be a massive difference to the Demon, who took upon it evey moment to pick on the smaller about his height, despite it being the average height for a male.

What enticed George most though, was the males eyes. While they looked like a more wolffish yellow to the brunette, in the week the demon had recided in his home he was still yet to decide on their true colour. Red or Green? The rational answer would usually be the latter. But when you think of it, this was a demon he was talking about. Aren't they supposed to have red eyes anyway?

"Hey?" George called, about to ask the other about his eyes before realising one crucial thing they'd forgotten. "Wait a second, what the hell am I supposed to call you?!?"

The blond looked at him confused. "Do I even need a name? Isn't Demon sufficient?"

"What?!?" George questioned, giving him an exasperated glare. "No, no I'm not calling you 'demon' that's boring, unoriginal, and if we ever went inro public people would think we're demonic or something. And you mean to say you don't actually have a name?"

"Pfft." The male huffed, sitting up on the sofa he had been accompanying. "Course I have a name."

"Finally, we're getting somewhere, what is it?"

"Demon 19472."

George stared at him with a shocked impression. "You want me to call you what?"

The other stared back at him with a confused look on his face as if having your race and then a random bunch of numbers was a perfectly usual name to have, and George here was the weird one.

This game of quiet staring continued for a what felt like an hour (though it couldn't have been more than a minute or two), before George broke away, slumping into a chair opposite the taller, physically exhausted from it's annoyingness.

"Alright then why don't you give me one of your silly human names." The demon hummed, glancing down at his nails before back up to his host. "However though if you bring out one of those silly 'baby name' books then I will snap your neck."

"Duly noted." George muttered, sitting up straighter. "Well then, why don't you tell me something about you, and then we can figure it out from there." He continued, this time louder so the other could hear.

"Something about me? Why the hell would you want to know something about me?"

"Oh my lord just tell me anything!" George shouted, still not comprehending how he had survived a week of this already.

"Well, I'm a demon." The male started, only stopping when he saw the look of absolute exasperation on the other face. "What?"

"You're a demon? Wow I hadn't realised that, thank you so much for enlightening me. Not like you popped out of thin air or something." George trawled sarcastically.

"Ah hah, correction, I popped out of a pentagram and second shush, I'm not done. I'm a dream demon." He continued, piquing the interest of the once bored male. "I'm a breed of demon that wrecks havoc through our victims dreams. We can give or take, and control the dream itself, in typical demon fashion however we thrive mostly off nightmares, so you won't catch us going round making you dream of fairytales and rainbows."

George stared at the other for a moment, processing the information. Of course he knew he should have expected Dream to be some type of demon, but a dream demon?

"Well you asked me to say something so why you gone quiet shortie? You go—"

"Dream." George spoke up, cutting off his newly named friend. "I think Dream suits you."

"Pfft, and you said my last name was unoriginal." Dream huffed, glaring at the mortal in front of him.

"Not like you were any help." The other glared.

"Dream. Hmmm. Dream." He repeated the name, as if seeing how it tasted on his tongue. "Sure, Dream it is."