A Demonic Dance

Chapter Twenty Two: Oh, I broke him

⚠️TW: descriptions of blood/breaking of bones, tis kinda mild tho⚠️

"Aww, your making me sound so mean. Im only here for a snack, sure dreamy boy here won't mind~."

Her voice was a melodic yet chilling, a mixture that made the two boys hairs stand on end.

George whipped around behind him, how she'd gotten there he had no clue, but he also had no intention to find out.

The woman was dressed in normal clothes, but then yet again it's not like a demon would wear anything else. She wore a pair of black leggings and a creeper hoodie, the only thing that really stood out about her was her violet coloured hair which was long, reaching down to her mid chest and a heavy Irish accent.

Even blending in so well there was something sadistic about her smile, a twinge of hunger in her eyes you'd only find once you knew to look for it.

"Back off." Dream snarled, stepping in front of George who was frozen to the spot. "This ones mine."

"Well why can't we fookin share?"

"Back. Off." He repeated again.

"You've got to be kiddin me. You have even laid a finger on him let alone marked him, come on there's plenty enough for two of us, it's not often I find such a delicious looking soul."

George had never seen such a look in someone's eyes, and the way she described him, like an animal ready to be eaten made his heart beat frantically, even more so when the pause Dream took made him think he was actually considering it.

"Oh come on you can't bullshit me, you're a Soul Demon, I can see that look in your eye, you'll just devour him whole." Dream snarled, slowly inch by inch backing him and George away from her.

"Mmh true, but isn't a woman allowed a treat every once in a while?"

She took a step forward, Dreams arm instantly darting out too grab Georges, both to check he was still safely behind him and also to help guide him but with less suspicion.

The two almost jumped as the she demon pushed off from the wall, slowly advancing on them.

George didn't have enough words to describe how utterly shitless and terrified he felt right now. Just knowing that the Demons, and all the ungodly things that undoubtedly accompanied accompanied them had taken him a while to process. Even seeming Dream just for a glimpse of what he may truly look like would have probably put him into shock if he hadn't been convinced it was a dream.

So standing here behind two demons. One most likely intent on killing him. He felt like he might as well be Dead already.

"Alright then, can a woman bargain with ya. You can tear him apart from the inside out, whatever you dream dudes do, and then I'll eat his tortured soul." She bargained, holding out a hand as if expecting Dream to step forward and take it. "C'mon, it's a good deal!"

Dream stood his ground. "Listen here lady, this ones mine. Can't you find another human to play with."

Throughout the ordeal so far Dream had managed to keep a slightly composed and relaxed posture, but now a growl practically reverberated from the male in-front of him, something the British couldn't decide was a good thing or not, but yet again this morning was going pretty shitty enough and seeming the luck that was on his side anything that happened was probably bad.

"I could." She replied, glancing at her nails as if too be inspecting them for dirt. "But yet again I'm bored." She flashed a smile, her too sharp to be human teeth glaring at George. "And you sir, look like you're ready to play along."