Demon Lover

Chapter 5

A random note but this is the song that always plays in my mind whenever I think of Flipped!Mammon and Zylith's relationship.
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Zylith's p.o.v
Mammon was away due to work. I opened the new love letter he sent me as I sat on our bed in one of his sweaters. His sweater is very big on me and I have the sleeves rolled up so I can use my hands. I couldn't help but smile as I read the sweet letter. Once I was done, I added the letter to my enchanted box of his letters. I re-covered my hands and sniffed the sweater. It's very warm and smells so much like Mammon. I was easily able to imagine Mammon holding me and I soon fell asleep on my side, surounded by my favorite demon's scent. I had sweet dreams all night and dreampt of him holding me like he does every night he's home.

Mammon's p.o.v
I got home pretty late. I believe it was close to midnight. When I returned to my room, I saw a familiar sight: Zylith sound asleep in our bed wearing my sweater. No matter how many times I see this sight, it never gets old. I got ready for bed then laid down beside her and held her. She nuzzled me in her sleep like usual. I love her so much. I don't know what I did to deserve her but I'm so happy, I have her. And I'm never letting her go. I fell sleep, smelling her sweet scent as I gently played with her soft hair.

Nina's p.o.v
It's morning and Beel lets me drink his blood. Once I'm done, I licked the puncture wounds my fangs left which both healed the wounds and allowed me to lick up the bit of stray blood. Since he first saw my scars six months ago, Beel has been much more affectionate. He kisses my scars, makes sure I always have hickey's and marks from love bites in places I can easily hide and he often holds or carries me. Not that I'm complaining. I'm very happy he does those things. It makes me feel loved, wanted and protected. It also makes me feel like he fully accepts me. I've told him my past, my fears, how I got each of my scars and I told him about my alternate personality. I call my ultimate personality Nura.

She's more violent than me and both of us are well awear of each other and we tell each other everything. She usually takes control after my PTSD flashbacks but there's another thing that has caused her to be in control more then once. The second triger is when I feel a strong desire to protect someone. With Faya's help, I've gotten over my trama enough to be able to live pretty normally as long as I don't see any big blades like swords or big knifes. Dull blades are okay though. I nuzzled into Beel's chest. I was completely relaxed and very happy. So happy, in fact, that I started to purr softly. I love this demon so much. He makes my life complete.

Cilia's p.o.v
I was out with Satan and some idiot started to make fun of Satan's bad memory, made comments about Satan loosing things he had in his hand a second before and the fool even made comments to me about how 'I need someone bstter then a demon with a scatter brain' then he started to flirt with me. I refused to let the demon touch me but he kept trying to wrap his arm around me. I also immediately shut down all of his flirty comments and pick up lines. He was so, so annoying. No words could explain just how much I wanted to hit him with a steal chair. His behavior provoked Satan and Satan went into a blind rage. I'll spair you the details but I will say that that demon ended up being all over the place.

After letting Satan take care of that annoying demon, I stepped in to calm him down  before he destroyed the whole cat cafe. After making sure all of the cats in the cafe were okay, all of them were fine. To calm Satan down, I walked up to him and gently pulled him down to my level and locked my lips with his. In the years of dating Satan, I've discovered that I can calm Satan down by kissing him. Like always, Satan blushed then started to kiss me back as he wrapped his arms around me. His dark aura depleated the more we kissed. Once I gently broke the kiss, his dark Aura was completely gone. Satan had no memory of being angry nor did he remember the demon he just killed. I gently cleaned the blood off his face with a hickerchif and we continued our date. Before we left the cay cafe, I was sure to pay for the mess Satan made during his short rampage. I'm well aware of Satan's falts and I don't care about them. I love Satan and I don't care what others have to say. I don't need anyone's approval. I'm very happy with Satan.