Jenlisa Drabbles

Blood Bound (Uri Duranki)

It's not everyday you get to summon a demon.

It's not everyday she gets bound to you by blood.

She's probably snarky, but hey... she's good at History.

Demon!Jennie and Human!Lisa

Notes:

HI! SO... FAIR WARNING, THIS FIC HAS COMBINED ASPECTS OF RELIGION AND MYTH AND IF YOU ARE IN ANY WAY UNCOMFORTABLE WITH BLASPHEMY (MINOR—FOR ME ANYWAYS) I'M SORRY IN ADVANCE AND YOU CAN JUST SKIP THIS ONE.

I MIXED GREEK AND EGYPTIAN MYTHOLOGY AS WELL AS BIBLICAL INFO HERE.

ENJOY :))))))

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She'd been through worse, she thinks. It's not like she was in the middle of something important, no, hell she was minding her own fucking business in limbo. Trying to get herself a clean slate with the big old geezer who runs the place, because apparently she's not supposed to kill off useless mortals even if they're being such a pain in the ass. And what better way to get back to his good side than to ferry worthless souls over to Purgatory. 

But... There's really something else about ending up in someone else's small closet, face buried in an old Christmas tree with nothing else but the scent of mildew and old wood around that gets you to see just how boring it was to be doing menial jobs in Limbo. 

Yup, she'd been in places much worse. 

She pushes herself off the damn tree, patting away dust off of her immaculate Chanel turtleneck that she got in the shade of sky blue. Muttering curses in latin, because fuck that will fucking stain and there's only so much fabric conditioner in limbo to get her smelling like lavender again instead of mold. 

She hears frantic keyboard typing and similar curses in a language she thought she'd never hear again. 

Oh great, she's back. Out of all the places…

She flicks her finger and the door opens, quite squeakily. Not really the kind of entrance she was hoping for, but it'll have to do. 

"Hi." 

She's met with a stoic face and pretty hazel eyes behind glasses that's skewed. She'll be very honest, it's the first time someone hasn't squealed or screamed at her sudden appearance. 

"Aren't you scared?" Jennie asked in the human's language, it sounded a bit unpractised to her own ears but it'll have to do for now. She'll get used to it and the human doesn't seem fazed. Jennie's glad she hasn't forgotten how to speak it.

She finds it amusing how the human doesn't even flinch, merely casts her a lazy glance before she swivels back to typing on her goddamned computer. Of course it's slighting, to think she finds the computer more appealing to look at. 

"Chaeyoung doesn't get back till very late, you can wait inside her room. It's the one in front of mine." She mutters quickly. "She probably gave you the wrong instructions, she tends to do that a lot." 

"I don't think you understand, Im—" 

"If you don't mind I have a paper to finish." 

She swivels her chair, looking at Jennie with an unamused gaze. It takes Jennie a second to shake her head and laugh. 

This human is amusing. 

It's almost as if she's annoyed. 

"You don't look like a Bae, are you a Park? Chaeyoung has an... acquired taste for names."