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Chapter three

My Demon His Angel (Patterns)

Baby Saja x Angel Reader Chapter Two

Read chapter one (Hello Angel) here

Summary-

After the events of the movie Gwi-Ma is trapped by the Honmoon fighting for the little control he has left on the once human souls. The Saja Boys, gifted with partial freedom, navigate living as demons in the human world. With the Honmoon intact, a demon boy band roaming freely despite it, and to top it off occasional lesser demons breaking through. A previously uninterested angel takes interest in the turn of events. Unexpectedly getting pulled in in ways she swore she never would.

‘I’ve never had to tell myself not to interfere. I’ve never wanted to. But now? Now I find myself desperately repeating it to myself for a multitude of reasons. Reasons that send fear coursing through my veins and seep deep into my soul.’

‘I know how this ends, I’m not a fool; of course I know. So why am I still here?’

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Chapter two, Patterns-

When I wake up my body is still riddled with just as much exhaustion as before I slept. My eyes fight against my mind's command to open, my limbs stiff and heavy, and my neck stings.

‘Wait… what?’

My eyes immediately shoot open, alarm overriding the heaviness I feel deep in my bones as I rush over to the mirror.

The mark the demon from last night left is still evident on my skin. It shouldn’t still be there, it probably should have healed before I even got home. It wasn’t too alarming at that point though it was left by a demon after all he had to hold some power. However, it definitely should have healed by the time I woke up.

Yet it hasn’t, and is instead staring right back at me in the mirror.

I feel a subtle wrath build up, one that I haven’t felt in quite some time. The idea that he left his mark on me in more ways than one only serves to irate me further, and I can’t decide if it’s the physical or mental mark that affects me more.

The pain pulsates further affecting my already sour mood as I debate what’s worse.

“Hey…, oh good you're awake.”

‘Physical. Definitely physical.’

‘Fuck!’

“Mahihkan.” I make sure my voice is steady despite my irritation and surprise and snatch a blanket to cover my… situation before turning to face him.

“I assume you need something considering you decided to come into my room unannounced.”

He doesn’t falter at my callus response, he never does. “Just checking in, Aseena and Kyrie were… Upset that you didn’t meet back up with them in the human world.”

The way he says it gets under my skin, always so calculated in the way he speaks, always making sure to use the right words for who’s he’s talking to.

It shouldn’t bother me the way it does, it’s something I myself do, but that’s exactly why it agitates me. Mahihkan’s the only Angel I feel to truly be above me, at one point that drew me to him.

An aching wave washes over the wound before settling back down to it’s previous hum of pain.

‘No.’

It’s harder than usual to push my emotions down; they seem to build on each other, starting with the ones that the blue haired bastard brought up. I feel the faint burning sensation radiating from my neck flare up again at the thought of him.

Surely it’s just because it’s been brought to the front of my attention, it can’t actually be hurting more than before at the mere thought of him. Though it’s getting increasingly more difficult to ignore how each unpleasant thought is met with an unpleasant sensation.

Regardless, my tone remains even. “I’m sure upset is the best fitting word.”

Mahihkan lets out a soft laugh ebbing away some of my irritation as I’m reminded again why I had a minor… infatuation for him in my younger years.

The pain that radiates through the mark is sharp this time aggressive like I did something to aggravate it. I continue ignoring it anyways. Despite the pain I find comfort in it burning at the thought of something other than the being that left it.

‘Clearly I need a refresh on what no means.’

Now leaning against the door frame his voice is soft. — And filled with amusement? “Yeah, upset definitely not any obscene or insulting words.”

The confusion has to have shown on my face because he‘s quick to add on. “I was worried, you know that maybe something had happened while you were there, but you seem better than you’ve been.” disapproval seeps into his tone. “I’m glad you had a nice time with them in the human world. Even if their antics are obnoxious and distasteful.”

My eyes narrow a bit. ‘Ah, false alarm, he’s back to his usual self nobody panic’

Blinking away my expression I’m grateful that he doesn’t press for any details about my night, that he’s under the impression of going oh so very well.

Images of glowing eyes flashing through my mind, I ignore them and push them away only to immediately regret it when what surfaces instead is memories of what his kiss felt like.

For a split second the thought of him isn’t met by negative feelings before I realize and rapidly course correct myself with reminders of his brash behavior and the obvious issue. His identity as a demon. If I hadn’t been so focussed on immediately reminding myself of aversions I might have noticed that for a split second the pain was no more before returning at a high intensity.

But I only take notice of the pulsating pain that travels harshly through the mark he left, it burns through my skin. I imagine that if I hovered my hand over it I could feel heat radiating off of it.

‘That’s definitely abnormal. At least I think it’s abnormal, I’ve not exactly been bitten by a demon before.’

I’m pulled from my thoughts when Mahihkan decides to fill the silence. “Something’s different about you.”

I arch my brow at him unamused by his opinion; my tone flat. “Different?”

He has a soft genuine smile but his words shake me. “Good, different, your souls brighter, I can feel it.”

I instinctually close off the small access he had to my soul, but he continues on without acknowledging it. “I’m glad that something brought you closer to how you used to be, whatever that thing may be. Just… promise me you won’t get into too much trouble with Aseena and Kyrie okay?”

It takes a lot to keep my expression from changing and giving me away. ‘If only you knew’

For all the dissatisfaction he has for the things Aseena and Kyrie get up to messing about with, a demon would rival some of the things higher up on the list.

Again memories of his lips on mine invade my mind, a bubbling resentment for the demon grows, and again the bite he left burns hotter. I ignore it.

I lie straight to his face without faltering. “Sure, promise.”

His mouth shifts into a thin line before he speaks. “Not that you’ll keep it if you don’t mean it when you say it.” I know you well enough to know that, but I doubt you’ll do anything too bad this soon after only just revisiting the human world. I trust you”

‘You shouldn’t’

He’s right though and I hate it. He knows me too well, well not well enough to know I’m lying, but I would never break a promise that I meant, and if I happen to not mean a promise when I make then sue me for not caring to keep it.

I mean technically it’s not a total lie. Don’t get me wrong I have no intention of holding myself to any such promise, who knows what Kyrie and Aseena will rope me into; but I don’t have any intention of repeating last night. I want to stay far far away from the blue haired demon bastard.

This time the resulting palpitation of pain is familiar and almost expected.

He looks like he’s about to say something else, but nothing leaves his mouth so I decide to speak instead. “Anything else?”

It’s not polite but it’s not rude either, just blunt.

He looks like he wants to find something else to say though he must draw a blank because all he says is. “No, that’s all.”

Leaning off of the doorframe he shoots me one last look before leaving, shutting the door behind him. I slump over in his absence, staring at the floor, bringing a hand up to cover my face before dragging my feet as I walk over to the door, locking it so no more sudden visitors can appear before walking back over to the mirror.

Discarding the blanket I observe the bite mark again. It still looks just as fresh as before, I reach my hand up to my neck letting my palm hover over it. To my surprise I actually can feel heat radiation off of the burning mark.

‘What the hell?’

Tilting my head to the side to get a better look I brush my fingertips over it, I expect it to sting more when I do Shaking my head incredulously I back away from the mirror choosing to go back to ignoring it for now in favor of a hot shower, and changing out of last nights clothes.

Walking into the bathroom intentionally avoiding the bathroom mirror I turn on the facet then strip myself of my dress and undergarments before stepping into the boiling stream raining down.

The tension and haunting memories subtle to the background of my mind, still there but dramatically eased with the gentle heat from the water. The steam clouding up the room along with my senses. Getting out begrudgingly despite having let myself stay exceedingly longer than necessary I towel dry off, and pick my soiled clothes up off the floor, before walking out of the bathroom in search of clean clothes.

I look down at the short simple white dress I had worn the night prior remembering our parting moment. The feeling of him gently tugging the hem away from my body, not up, just out, not to get a look at what was underneath, just to keep holding on.

The pain ebbs away to gentle ache. And stays that way.

I stiffen at the memory, quickly tossing the dress into the hamper, walking over to my dresser to hurry and clothe myself. It’s irrational but I can’t shake the feeling that he’s going to return any second. There’s no way for him, a demon, to get here where angels reside.

Despite knowing this I let irrationality guide my actions throwing on a plain oversized black hoodie and leggings. Definitely not an angelic stylistic choice, but very comfortable.

I dry my hair then tuck it away into a long loose braid adding a black ribbon tied in a neat bow to the end.

I feel better now, less tired now that I’m clean, and dressed in fresh clothes. The ribbon makes me feel pretty even though I’m dressed down.

If not for the burning mark still on my neck It’d be like any other day, but the mark is there, and adamant I not forget about it though the hoodie covers it up the slight steady sting is more than enough of a reminder. No matter where my focus is concentrated, a part of my attention is occupied by this infuriating memento of the blue haired demon I can’t seem to forget.

Yet another pang shoots through the mark.

‘Whatever, It’ll heal eventually, All will be fine’

I’m not lying to myself when I think about it, all rationality points to this being a minor inconvenience that will go away once the oddity of a mark disappears. I have no reason to believe otherwise.

—

My certainty of that wavers as I sit in my room 10 hours later with a mark sitting on my skin fresh as a daisy, and thoughts of returning to the human world plaguing my mind.

Not once has my mind drifted away to focus on something other than the blue haired demon. My only moment of respite being while I was in the shower and even then he clouded the back of my mind. If not him directly then his mark which was no better as far as I was concerned.

…And if not his mark then going back into the human world and that was so much worse. I couldn’t it would single handedly be the worst decision I ever made. Why would I go back to the place where a demon was waiting for me? Go back so I could run into a demon that bit me!

A demon who’s mark still rests prominently on my skin inflicting me with a continuous ache burning through my skin. All things that should serve as more than enough of a deterrent, yet here I am having to stop myself from going anyway. I tell myself that there's no reason for him to be waiting for me but it brings little comfort.

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Another two hours passes before I give into the temptation with the justification that I wouldn’t run into the demon who caused my current issues.

‘I’ll just watch him from a distance so that maybe I can find answers as to why the bite he left won’t heal.’

Putting on socks and shoes I once again reform myself to look more human before closing my eyes disappearing from my room and opening them once I’ve reappeared in the same alley from yesterday.

It’s dark this time, already night time with the moon high in the sky. I walk out from the alley pleased that there’s no one around with it being late and there being no fair taking place nearby.

It occurs to me as I stand alone in the dark street that I don’t know where to find him. I thought about going to the rooftop but quickly shut down the idea seeing as he was able to spot me there before.

‘But I don’t know where else to go… and I doubt he’ll randomly be talking about demon bites casually…’

‘Maybe I should talk to him, surely he has answers.’

I register the new soft warmth that soothes over the bite before I notice the way the stinging pauses. It only lasts a second before reverting back to its previous ache.

As unsettling as it is, it confirms my decision to talk to him by increasing my need for answers as my list of questions grows.

Still not having a definitive way to find him, I decide to take the miniscule chance of running into him, the only place we’ve ever met. The rooftop. Hopefully he’ll have had the same idea as me, I ignore the voice in my head telling me that if he had the same idea it wouldn’t be for the same reasons.

Turning the corner that lets the particular building come into view it’s not the building that steals my attention first, no it’s the vibrant golden glowing eyes that haven’t left my mind since the first time they met mine.

He’s sitting on the rooftop the same way I was last night, legs dangling over the edge as he lazily leans back on his palms. The only demon trait he takes on is his eyes, but from the distance we’re at now I watch them flicker into a cerulean blue after meeting mine.

He doesn’t move from his spot staring into my eyes, keeping me pinned even with the vast distance between us.

I begin walking towards him and a lazy smirk makes its way on his face, like he’s satisfied that I proved him right. It makes my skin crawl, and my mark burn.

Finally reaching the building after what felt like forever when his eyes never left mine, I looked up at him from below while attempting to find first words to start the conversation. Words that would never come to fruition because he took the liberty of speaking first.

His voice was soft and teasing. “Couldn’t stay away either hmm Angel?”

The velvety timbre of his voice was tantalising in ways you would never admit not to yourself and definitely not to him.

Ignoring his teasing or maybe in spite of his teasing your response is confident and direct. “You owe me answers.”

“Oh? I owe you something, do I?”

Unwavering you don’t let him shake you. “Yes.”

Vanishing into pink smoke he reappears a foot in front of me. The scent of vanilla and burnt caramel invades my nose as he leans down to look at me as he speaks lightly holding my face in one of his hands. “Yeah, what’s that Angel? What do you need from me?”

Seduction drips from his words like honey and a very pleasant warmth radiates through his mark. He must feel the heat radiating from the bite because his hand trails from my face down to the collar of my hoodie tugging it down to reveal the bite.

A heat blooms in his eyes as they return to a glowing gold, he traces his fingers gently over it, his breath hitching. The warmth spreads and soothes me more.

I speak without looking down at his ministrations on the mark he left. “I need you to tell me what’s happening to me because of you biting me.”

He ignores my statement in favor of asking another question, but this one doesn’t hold the same teasing lilt the others had. “How long have the patterns been appearing on it?”

“Paterns ?”

His voice is deep and gentle. “The patterns that appear when you touch it.”

My head shoots down, I crane my neck to be able to see it, to my horror there are purple patterns lighting up pink the places his fingers touch closest to; the marks on his own hand lighting up pink where his fingers brush over my skin as well. My surprised reaction gives him his answer. “Just now then?”

He reluctantly pulls his hand away hovering over the bite, the pink fade but the purple marks stay. He lets his hand fall to his side and the marks slowly start to fade away, I reach my own hand up to see if it reacts to my touch. It doesn’t, the patterns continue fading away to nothing.

A look of pure dissatisfaction crosses over his face before he roughly grabs hold of my arm tugging me closer to him, placing his other hand back over the mark and watching as the patterns reappear on my skin slowly spreading out from their origin place of the bite.

They spread farther out then they did the first time reaching far enough down to spread over the top of my breast before stopping.

A look of satisfaction passes over his face, he looks deep in thought.

“So what’s happening?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know Angel.”

It’s infuriating and I prepare myself for the corresponding burn, but it doesn’t come. The soothing warmth continues radiating through his mark as he rests his fingertips over it.

“That’s not funny. You’re really not gonna tell me what’s going on?”

I don’t know why I’m taken by surprise that he won’t clue me in to what’s happening, he’s a brazen overly cocky demon who seems very intent on pushing all of my boundaries he can.

“Maybe if you convince me I’ll tell you.”

“Fuck you.”

“That would definitely push you closer to convincing me.” The blue haired bastard had the audacity to wink at me as he said it.

I glared at him, shoving his arms off of me and stepping back. He laughed, “Maybe next time you’ll do a better job at convincing me.”

“See you later Angel.” stepping closer again he leaned down to my neck licking over the bite then placing a gentle kiss to it before once again disappearing in a puff of pink smoke to who knows where.

I’m left dazed in the middle of the dark empty street, bite tingling and warm— and already starting to ache again in the blue haired demon's absence?

I crane my neck again pulling my hoodie down myself to watch as the purple patterns slowly disappear starting from the edges making their way to the center of the bite. Leaving behind only the bite itself and the dark purple hickey he left.

Letting go of my hoodie I stand motionless trying to collect my thoughts. Desperately trying to think of a logical explanation, unable to come up with any solid ideas.

I stare up at the sky looking intently at the stars as if they can provide me with the knowledge that I was unable to get out of the blue haired demon or come up with myself.

I breathe in through my nose getting the last remnants of vanilla and burnt caramel that he left behind, trying my hardest not to let myself spiral from the thoughts of the bite being a much larger problem then I had previously thought. A problem that didn’t seem like it would be going away anytime soon.

Successfully putting those thoughts to the back of my mind only to be confronted with the idea that he had implied we would be meeting again. Shuddering at the thought of what that meeting would entail, at the thought of what the demon hoped it would entail.

The implication he had made sending heat up to my face and boiling over where he left his mark.

I stayed in place staring up at the stars in an attempt to calm myself for a long while after he left. The memories of both the encounters impossible to shake left with nothing but a still burning mark and more questions than before.

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1221-writes-2 · 2 months ago

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Chapter two

My demon his Angel (Hello Angel)

Baby Saja x Angel Reader

Summary-

‘I know how this ends, I’m not a fool; of course I know. So why am I still here?’

I don’t think any warnings are warranted for this chapter

5.7k words

Chapter one, Hello Angel-

Clear skies, warm weather, with a nice gentle breeze. Chatter and lights reflecting from the fair grounds off in the distance.

The perfect day to make a long awaited appearance in the human world.

You didn’t have to admit it out loud to your companions, but you couldn’t help a silent agreement with the notion. If you were going to travel to the human world today was a good day to do it.

Though you already felt glaringly out of place leaning against a wall in an alley way with two other angels.

If anyone walked by it would be quite the sight. Despite having already done without the halos, wings, and glowing skin there was still something radiantly off about your appearances. Something magnetically inhuman.

It had been a while since you had fully opted to look human. Long used to going without wings and a halo as a personal choice, but being content to not pass as human as well as not traveling to the human world left no reason to.

Asena and Kyrie shared no such inhibitions when it came to the human world. More than keen to run wild through it interacting with its human inhabitants.

Kyrie was the first to speak since arriving “This is going to be fun. I can’t wait to get into the fair grounds!”

Asena was quick to agree "Definitely, let’s hurry and blend in so we can go in already.”

You silently modified your appearance on the same page of not allowing anyone to place any of you as anything other than human. Having already been less than keen about being in the human world even if everything went over smoothly the last thing you needed was to deal with a human that discovered something they shouldn’t have.

Asena and Kyrie followed suit. The three of you now looking human enough to not raise any questions. Even if they look closely and see the subtle glow or flash of something that could only be described as angelic it wouldn’t be enough to raise any alarm.

Though to your dismay it might draw people in.

“Perfect. Now we’re ready.” Asena stated in declaration

“Yeah couldn’t go in before lest we wanted Mahihkan to castigate us for needlessly revealing ourselves to an entire crowd of humans.” Kyrie stated all too lightly.

Clearly her copious amount of time spent amongst humans had numbed her to fully considering the consequences an accidental reveal would bring. Both the natural consequences along with whatever consequences Mahihkan finding out would bring.

Finally, deciding there was something worth speaking about I warn them “If Mahihkan finds out you accidentally revealed yourself to a human, I am not helping you.”

All I get is a laugh in response as I silently hope that they take it to heart and head my warning. If things go wrong enough there's only so far I can remove myself from it even if I’m not the one that causes the fall out.

Aseena calmly speaks her peace “Relax, we come here all the time with no issues, if you were anyone else I would be worried about you causing problems, but unfortunately you’re apathetic and boring.”

A casual attempt to lightly soothe my worries without making me withdraw. It annoys me more than anything else, but a part of me appreciates the attempt. I’ve known Aseena and Kyrie for far too long even if they don’t take it as seriously as they should, they still care about the consequences.

Kyrie doesn’t bother making the same attempt with her words. “I didn’t expect to ever get you into the human world again with how boring you’ve been lately. You’ve always been an apathetic brat, but at least you used to be interesting.”

All you offer her in response is a half hearted eyeroll before staring at her blankly.

Clearly she takes it as a sign to continue. “The last 400 years you’ve practically been a walking, indifferent, detached, noncommittal, emotionless husk that—”

Bored of her tangent I opted to coolly interrupt her “Do you want to list my characteristics in a dark alley way all night; or do you want to go to the fair?”

The amusement seeped through Kyrie's words. “Yeah, let's go to the fair now that your response has proven my point.”

Opting to ignore her goading and instead turn to look at Aseena as she spoke again. “Alright, let's get into the fairgrounds together and then we can split up for a while. Lest we get in the way of… each other's fun.”

Sending a wicked grin my way at the last part.

I felt my nose slightly curl up “You're repulsive.”

I looked back at Kyrie who now mirrored Aseena’s wretched grin.

Rolling my eyes I slowly leaned off the wall and began to walk out of the alley. Aseena and Kyrie laughing after me before following me out to head towards the fair grounds.

“Maybe a night with a human with no strings attached is what you need. Maybe that’s the thing that will finally get you to loosen up a bit again.” Aseena half joked.

Though there was a clear undertone of genuineness to her statement that made my skin crawl at the mere idea of it.

replying with nothing but honesty and a small frown “I’d rather dissolve myself in acid than lie with a human for a night.”

Kyrie was quick to take the opportunity to further goad me with her words. “Only humans? Maybe we can find you an angel for the night instead.”

Monotonously responding, I tried to subtly shift the subject. “I regretted my decision to come with you the second I agreed. I didn’t think it was possible to regret it anymore than I already did and yet here I am.”

Aseena didn’t take the bait, instead taking a particular liking to Kyrie's words. “Maybe we should reveal ourselves to a human tonight that will get Mahihkan here. Then you can go home with him.”

I once again felt my nose start to curl up at the crude and appealing notion of intimacy.

Not bothering to respond to her suggestion, I fixed my previous statement. “I’d rather dissolve myself in acid than lie with anyone tonight.”

The topic was dropped as the entrance of the fair grounds came into view. The loud carnival game music, an indistinguishable choir of voices, and a delicious scent of fair foods permeating the air taking priority of my senses.

I look towards the long line to get in. Over the tops of peoples heads I can see gleaming lights battling with the sunlight for their gleam to be seen. It’ll be a sight to see come sun down, regardless of any negative feelings I have about the human world. There's still positives if you look for them.

A small frown makes its way back onto my face.

‘And twisted as it is, maybe that's one of the reasons I hold so much resentment for it.’

Kyrie interrupts my less than pleasant thoughts. “Let's go through the line instead of sneaking in. It’ll give us some time together before we split up.”

Aseena responds in agreement before trailing off. “Sounds good, we can hang out while in line before splitting off once we get inside, then we can meet back up once the sun sets, and if we happen to have a reason to split back up again afterwards…”

I let the clear implications fall on deaf ears refusing to dignify her with a response. Instead watching the crowd around, and tuning into conversations of impatient children pestering their parents about— “How much longer until we get inside?”

“I want to ride the ferris wheel first!”

“I want to win the teddy bear!”

All before getting in line nevermind having actually gotten inside the fair grounds. It was enough to erase the frown on your face allowing your muscles to reset back to a more neutral position than the frown had allowed for.

You had always held a fondness for children no matter how much your overall disdain for anything to do with the human world grew.

Aseena and Kyrie started walking headed towards the crowd of people to get into line wordlessly. You followed after them content to continue focussing on your surroundings rather than on them and whatever they had to say.

People's eyes followed the three of you lingering even once you had passed by. Captivated by the angelic charm that they would never be able to place before moving along.

Having made it to the back of the line Kyrie proved ignoring them was for good reason when she decided to direct her words towards me again. “You know at one point you would have been a blushing mess at the mention of in your words ‘lying’ with Mahihkan.”

Irritation spiked through you; they never dropped anything, seemingly always determined to beat a horse far past death. If it was anyone else you would have left ages ago, but it wasn’t anyone else it was two angels who I’ve shared companionship with for centuries. Angels who’ve been there ever since I was reborn all the way from the very start of my new life.

Allowing them far more privileges than was offered to anyone else.

So with an eyeroll and steady voice I replied. “I’ve grown used to you joking about it. It wasn’t funny the first few times and it isn’t funny now.

Aseena giggled at that. “It’s not meant to be funny, it's a prediction of your future. Honestly I thought you two would end up together by now.”

That was not the response I was looking for. They need to drop this topic already, but I’ve been hoping it would be dropped for centuries now with no luck.

“Don’t you think that if it was going to happen it would have by now? I have no interest in anything ever transpiring between me and Mahihkan. Or anyone else before you start”

A shrill screech came from Kyrie “I have no interest in anything ever transpiring between me and Mahihkan or anyone else!”

The subtle glances the humans around you had turned into stark stares at the outburst.

‘Damn it Kyrie’

The three of us quickly pretended to return to normal conversation, refusing to meet the curious human eyes or give them any more reasons to pay attention to us.

Kyrie let out a breath and whispered out an unsatisfactory— “oops…”

All she was met with was a deadpan and awkward stare from myself and Aseena respectively and deservedly so.

The human eyes on us were heightened even more so than usual for the rest of the time we spent in line but we made it into the fair grounds nonetheless. ‘And thankfully without any more… incidents. For the time being at least.’

Now inside the fair grounds and more importantly away from the humans that witnessed Kyrie's “enthusiastic display” Aseena and Kyrie started speaking a little more freely again.

Unsurprisingly the one who caused the predicament was the first to take advantage of this. “Lets get a move on and split up, this place is crawling with eligible bodies to waste the night with!”

Her crudness wasn’t surprising but that didn’t make me keen on the idea of listening to her talk about her human prey like that. Making your agreement quickly and walking off into the crowd of people to prevent hearing anymore. “You have fun with that.” “Meet up back here once the sun has set!” Aseena called out after me, but I didn’t bother to respond, tuning the both of them out after her request.

“Do you think she heard you?”

“Who knows, fifty fifty on if she already started ignoring us once she started walking away.”

“Pft Yeah, you’re probably right, typical (Y/N)”

“It is typical of her. I just hope she has a decent time tonight.” “I hope we have much more than a decent night tonight” Kyrie winked

—

Now alone in the crowd it occurred to me that I would have to find a way to waste away the time until sun down. I looked up into the still well lit sky.

‘It’ll be around three hours before the sky even starts to change colors and at least another forty after that for the sun to finish setting.’

Now apart from Aseena and Kyrie the lingering stares died down after all, an angel alone was much more discreet than three together.

And I’ve always had a knack for blending in, disappearing from things I want no part of has always come naturally to me. Drawing the attention of humans is definitely not something I want part of so putting extra effort into the ability to look human was worth it to me.

The work put in paid off too, allowing me to walk through the human world undisturbed unless engaging with a human or doing something to draw attention.

Although it was something that other angels didn’t put as much energy into only taking the time to ensure they won’t be identified by humans and content with the extra attention until they naturally get better with time.

Aseena and Kyrie's Age gave them plenty of experience disguising themselves. If I hadn’t honed my skills they would be far more skilled than I. However, that was not the case, like most angels they were content to bask into the attention given to them by human kind.

To their credit they were still much more skilled than most other angels. The ones younger than them like me as well as other angels their own age, their ample time spent wandering the human world coming in their favor.

Now free of the unwanted attention I instead let my attention fall on the appetizing scents drifting through the air.

‘Funnel cake, fries, ice cream, lemonade, kettle corn cotton candy—’

Your decision to disappear into the crowd, get food, then find somewhere to be alone was solidified.

Though if you were being honest that plan was solidified far before you arrived in the human world.

The first food truck you came across offered both fries and lemonade. You were more than content to stop at this one instead of seeking out any other options. It contained two items on your list and would allow you to get away from the crowd expeditiously.

Making your way into the line and biding your time until you could make your departure to a sanctuary of solitude.

The line slowly thinned out until you were next in line. The nineteen year old taking orders was either unable to hide his enticement or he had just decided not to bother with trying to hide it. Going by the way his eyes were focussed on the exposed skin of your chest you were going with the latter.

The impassive look never left your face, but the unamusement seeped through in the crossing of your arms and subtle shift of your weight.

The boy seemed to gather himself together as he slowly raised his eyes to your face with a faint splotchy blush on his own.

His soft cheery voice finally rang out. “What can I get for ya?”

Deciding to keep things devoid of any engagement and short. “Fries and a lemonade.”

“...Please.” The simple courtesy followed afterward despite the boy's previous unwelcome wandering eyes

Handing him exact cash and looking off into the distance to avoid further interaction. The boy didn’t take the hint and opened his mouth to speak again.

“No.” You deadpanned.

You glanced up to see the surprised look pass over the boy's face before shifting into embarrassment. Splotchy red took over even more of his face as he let out an involuntary cough.

Showing mercy you looked back off into the distance instead of letting him sit with the weight of your less than interested eyes.

Fortunately for him your order was ready shortly after. Taking your order and dropping a generous tip into the tip jar without looking at him again as you silently walked away.

‘He’s just a boy, he thinks I’m his age, he still deserves compensation for his work even if he’s a nuisance.’

With that you dropped the undesirable encounter and quickly found a place to lie low with your food.

The top of a building with no roof access overlooking the fair grounds. No one will be able to access it and it will be out of sight to anyone on ground level. Even if someone on a ride spots me they won’t pay me any attention. It’s perfect.

Glancing around to make sure no eyes are looking my way, I take my window of opportunity to teleport onto the top of the building.

Finally alone I sit on the edge of the building letting my legs dangle over the edge ready to enjoy my food.

‘It’s been ages since I’ve had human food.’

Taking a small sip of the lemonade first I savor the sweet and sour flavor. Food is one of the higher ranking positives of the human world in my book. Ironically it might be the only positive that doesn’t leave a bitter taste in my mouth.

Even once my food is finished I feel no sense of urgency to leave the secluded roof top, content to watch over the people enjoying what the fair has to offer. Looking up at the pretty sky again to get a read on the remaining time before Sun down I’m met with disappointment.

‘Still another two hours and forty minutes at least. I’ve only knocked out an hour of time.’

Looking back down and sighing before my attention is caught by a demon roaming the fair grounds roughly 200 feet away from the building I sit on.

He leans against a fence looking at the ground with his arms crossed. Fluffy light blue hair peeking out of the plain black baseball hat obscuring part of his face and falling over his displeased expression.

A flicker of purple patterns dance across his neck for a split second before disappearing back into light peach skin.

I pull my legs up from over the ledge tucking them into my chest. It’s then that I notice the demon isn’t alone.

A group of four other demons stand around him all dressed in dark muted colors and hats. Seemingly trying to be discreet and remain undetected by the public.

I recognize them as the trouble that caused the shift in the human world concerning demons. They’re demons that became idols to go against the current generation of hunters.

Though they may have lost arguably they still walked away with a partial victory considering they still have access to the human world.

‘I’m sure Gwi-Ma is fighting to use that to his advantage.’

It’s then that big vibrant glowing eyes meet mine with a burning intensity.

My eyes widened in surprise, my back straightening, I didn’t expect anyone to notice me up here none the less a demon.

His stare doesn’t back down, eyes continuing to burn through me, and for some reason I don’t look away either.

I tell myself it’s because I don’t know what he’s going to do, but I know it’s not. I could just leave now. I’m confident that I could shake him off my trail if I fled.

But I don’t move, I don’t even stand up, I stay in place staring right back at the blue haired demon.

‘Does he know what I am?’

‘How’d he know to look up?’

Was it just by chance?’

The black haired demon swats him over the head seemingly scolding him. This makes the blue haired demon glance over at his assailant even more agitated than when you first noticed him.

I watch as his eyes flash into a cerulean blue. putting the pieces together determining that the black hair demon scolded him for revealing a demonic characteristic.

To my relief the group of demons doesn’t remain in place for much longer and walks off away from the building. Before they get out of sight the blue haired demon looks back, eyes burning with just as much intensity as before.

Only freeing you of his gaze when he turned a corner. You let out a breath you hadn’t realised you were holding, uselessly standing up as if you needed to now that the potential threat had already left.

You stayed standing idly for a few minutes until you were sure the demon wasn’t coming back.

You let yourself sit back over the ledge deciding to stay put until sun down arrived and you could go home.

Once again looking down at all the people you let your mind wander. The blue haired demon's face flashed through your mind. His golden eyes, his vivid blue hair, the way he seemed to be able to see every part of you.

You tried to shake him from your thoughts, tried to ignore the way he looked at you, how his eyes seemed to immediately focus on you.

‘It doesn’t mean anything. There's no way he knows what I am. He—’

“Hello Angel.”

Taking in a startled intake of air as you flinch immediately turning towards the deep raspy voice behind you. You stand up back facing the ledge.

It’s not light peach skin and blue eyes that meet you, but Grey covered in purple patterns, with glowing golden eyes, his light blue hair having taken on a darker tinge.

‘He knows.’

“How’d a pretty frail little human like you get up here hmm?”

‘Nevermind he’s an idiot.’

“What can’t speak? Or am I just not what you were expecting.” He sniggers after the last part.

‘No I was totally expecting a demon to reveal himself to what he believes to be a human.’

The demon takes a few steps towards me, and I’m unable to make up the distance this close to the ledge. He invades my space only a few inches from me. I could slightly raise my arms and we’d be touching. He’s much taller than I expected the other demons he was with were all taller than him, but I only come up to his chest. He smells of vanilla and faint undertone of burnt caramel

His voice is deep and predatory “Tell me angel, ya ever met a demon before?”

His eyes stare straight into mine, if they were burning before now they’re absolutely scorching. It sends a shudder down my spine and by the way his eyes burn hotter I can tell it doesn’t go unnoticed by him.

My voice comes out quiet but steady “Don’t call me that.”

His hand reaches out fingers tracing over my arm. Involuntarily an audible sharp intake of breath betrays me. “Sure thing Angel.”

Irritatingly a tantalizing smirk grows oh his face further displaying his blatant enjoyment of the situation.

It occurs to me that I need to find a way to minimize the fallout of whatever it is I’ve found myself in.

‘An idol. He’s an idol.’

“Why are you in special effects makeup? Are you guys doing a surprise show tonight at the fair?”

It was a good way to spin things on the spot, let me play ignorant, and allows him an out. He shouldn’t want to reveal himself to a human, and going off of earliers display clearly the other demons whose company he keeps don’t want that either.

I’m immediately proven wrong when his response is to laugh directly in my face. It’s dark and heavy. I can feel his breath on my face, his hand still hasn’t left my arm.

I want to rip it away, escape his touch, turn around and high tail it straight out of this situation. I could all I would have to do was jump off the ledge, go home. It's not like a demon could follow me there.

And yet once again I don’t move. I stay, I stay stuck by this demon’s tantalising eyes that make me want to burn to the ground where I stand.

“Special effects? Really, are you that naive? Aww Angel.”

“We’re on a random roof top, not even on the fair grounds. It doesn’t even have rooftop access. Why would we set up special effects here?”

Before I could speak further, try and fix the situation by pointing out how special effects makeup doesn’t need to be set up on a building. He disappears in a cloud of pink smoke. I only sense his presence reappearing behind me for a split second before I feel his hand dance across my waist.

I take a deep breath before turning to face him, his hands never leave my waist. He’s floating over the edge of the building. The final nail in the coffin, blaming special effects is no longer an option, there’s no escaping this unscathed now.

Again the heat of his eyes overwhelms me.

‘What do I even do in this situation? His actions don’t make any sense. I can’t read him.’

His words come out in a low whisper. “Still wanna blame special effects?”

The heat that rises to your face makes you want to banish yourself to hell for eternity and you hate yourself when you realise that that would just make you stuck with him for an eternity. More self hatred flows through you when your heart rate picks up at the idea.

Collecting myself as fast as I can I decide my best option is to continue playing human. And how would a human react to a popular idol revealing themselves to be a demon?

‘They wouldn’t because what demon would be dumb enough to reveal themselves to a human?’

‘Oh yeah, this one.’

‘Scared. Scared should be a safe bet.’

Ignoring the gnawing thoughts about how that was the same thought process I had about the special effects idea I feigned a look of horror as if it had only just dawned on me after a few moments of shock.

Opening my mouth and breathing in preparing myself to let out a blood curdling scream to really sell it. One of his clawed hands quickly left my waist covering half of my face clearly anticipating the oncoming scream of terror.

‘Has he done this before or something? He’s awfully prepared’

I let out the scream anyways if not to sell the act then to expel some of the frustration. He pushes me back, regaining his footing on the building with one hand still on my waist the other still covering my face.

The gravely voice he speaks with eases more of your frustration than the scream.“Relax, I won't hurt you.”

“For now.”

The frustration immediately returns with a vengeance not that you would actually admit it had faded. He was driving you crazy bringing up an intensity of emotions you hadn’t felt in hundreds of years.

“I’m going to let go now, don’t scream.”

When he doesn’t immediately let go you realize he wants confirmation you won’t scream again. Eager to be released, you comply. Giving him a nod. The way he keeps his hand firmly against your mouth as you do so feels far more intimate than you're comfortable with bringing back a heat to your face.

He removes his hand from your face but doesn’t let go in the way you had expected, instead returning the hand that previously occupied your mouth back to your waist.

You don’t mean to ask it out loud and it speaks volumes that you let it slip out. Even worse it comes out of your mouth nothing but a breathy whisper. “Why?”

A human's ears might not have even picked up on it, but he wasn’t human he was a demon, it was the first thing you noticed about him. The thing that drawed you in, not enough to have done anything though. If he hadn’t met your eyes the way he did hell even if he had met your eyes as long as he stayed away it would have been fine. You certainly weren’t going to seek out any interaction with him.

Watched him from a distance for the night sure to your displeasure he had piqued your interest, but you definitely wouldn’t have initiated interaction that you were sure of.

So what drew him in? Enough to not only initiate interaction but to reveal himself to you.

It’s not that I’m an angel despite what his name of choice is for me. No he thinks I’m a human so… why?

‘Why, why, why?’

‘I don’t understand. He makes no sense.’

‘This demon he—’

He seems genuinely confused that I would ask.“Why?”

I search his searing eyes for answers regretting it when he remains unreadable to me and all I get is heat.

His voice drops an octave “You were staring right back Angel.”

He was right but it didn’t explain anything. Why would he look at me? There was no reason for him to look up at the top of a random building outside the fair grounds and definitely no reason to do so with such an intensity. He didn’t waste any time meeting my eyes either; it was like I was his target.

“You look at a man like that, and he’s sure to get… ideas.”

I feel my eyes widen and a wave of heat rush directly to my face. It burns almost as much as his eyes do, and I can’t seem to recompose myself this time.

Your correction is shaky and pathetic. "Demon."

“Not a man.”

He doesn’t miss a beat, his deep gravely voice dripping in sin. “You're right, a man would get ideas from a look like that. A demon? A demon would get intentions that are down right obscene.”

You swallow seemingly getting farther and farther away from any hope of regaining your usual impassive composure. The heat on your face only burns hotter.

‘I need to get out of here.’

I don’t just look away, I turn my head away entirely desperate for a moment of reprieve from the punishing heat of his stare.

In response he all but growls, grabbing my face in his clawed hand rough but careful not to cut me. He yanks my face back to his even closer than before.

He completely takes over my senses whether I like it or not.The smell of vanilla and burnt caramel invading my sense of smell, his hands clutching me close chest to chest impossible to ignore, his golden eyes taking over mine, his deep voice rumbling in my ears. “Don’t look away from me.”

‘The only sense he hasn’t stolen from me yet is—’

His lips crash into mine hands gripping my face and waist even tighter, claws slightly digging into my skin. His kiss is rough and commanding. It takes me by surprise when my mouth falls open he takes the chance to force his tongue into my mouth with no hesitation.

I desperately grab onto him searching for even an ounce of stability instead he deepens the kiss pushing me even farther off the deep end. Far enough that I close my eyes and start kissing back. I can’t keep up with him, but he doesn’t seem to mind. I feel his fang scrape against my tongue hard enough to draw blood. I try to pull away with no luck; he only kisses me harder.

When he finally pulls away we’re both breathing heavily, he doesn’t remove his hands or so much as loosen his grip. Just stays in place staring into my damn soul with his glowing eyes that have taken over my night.

He looks as if he’s holding himself back from diving right back in, closing his eyes he takes a deep breath when he opens them he trails his hand on my face down resting it close to my breast trailing his other hand on my waist down over my hip.

He leans down and for a second I think he’s going to kiss me again, but he doesn’t; well not in the way I expect him to at least. He leans down past my lips to my neck placing a kiss where the base of my neck meets my collarbone making me gasp out

He does so with a gentleness I didn’t think he was capable of—

“Ow!”

‘He bit me!’

Ignoring my cry he licked over the bite before sucking my skin into his mouth. Nipping and sucking for a solid minute before rising back to his full height, trailing his hands down lightly pulling the bottom of my loose white dress away from me before releasing and disappearing into a cloud of pink smoke.

I cover my face with my hands, shame burning through me.

‘Oh my god’

It’s nowhere near sun down, but there's no way in heaven or hell I’m staying here after that.

I readjust my dress and brush off the imaginary dirt or maybe I’m trying to brush off the sin he left behind. I decide to tell myself it’s the former rather than the latter.

Then promptly return to “Heaven” eager to go somewhere demons can’t follow.

‘Aseena and Kyrie are just going to have to deal with me ditching them. I doubt they’ll be all that surprised anyways.’

Once home I catch a glance of my reflection. My hair is a mess, but what's so much worse is the angry mark left on my neck. His bite drew blood. Two fang shaped holes are embedded in my skin surrounded by a dark purple bruise.

‘It should have healed itself.’

I don’t know why it hasn’t healed over yet, and I’m scared to even try to think of a potential reason as to why.

I could have never predicted that today would turn out like this.

Exhaustion creeps its way up, and I decide I need to let things go. Crawling into my bed still fully dressed and letting the exhaustion win passing out as soon as my head hit the pillows.

—

I left her there for tonight, but now I’ve tasted blood, and I need more.

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