freak : brendon urie x reader

"Don't you have a heart?" He asks, tears forming in his eyes.

I give him a small smile, trying to feel. I can't. I've gotten too used to this.

"It's kind of hard to have a heart when you've stopped so many others.." and I snap, leaving Brendon, back into the home i didn't want to go to..

At 5 years old, both of your parents died, and you were adopted by the one and only, Lucifer.

At 11 years old, you were finally turned mostly demon. Black eyes, teleportation, the freedom to kill.

5 years passed, and you were great at killing angels, or other demons that rebelled against your dad.

Until you met him.

That damn cutie pie of a singer.

Brendon.