#And so the game continues. The push and pull. Cat and mouse. Angel and demon

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Distortion (M)

Part of ‘Heaven or Hell’ my Stray Kids Demon/Angel!au Series

Name: Lee Minho

Status: Demon

Abilities: Amokinesis; Telepathy

Summary: As an Amokinetic Demon, Minho always gets what he wants. And what he wants is you, the only person he can't seem to control.

Word Count: 6.2k

Warnings: Explicit Sex; Blindfolding; Light Bondage; Mentions of Violence; Very Brief Mentions of Death; Idk it gets a little kinky too look what can I say i’m a hoe for Minhoe. 

plz forgive me for i have sinned.

• • •

Perfect.

That’s what was running through Minho’s head as he observed his next potential play toy for the night. Like he was the cat and she was the mouse.

Well, anyone could be the mouse really. It’s not like he had to pick out the easy targets. That was one of the perks of being Amokinetic, Minho could control and manipulate the emotion of lust and desire in anyone. Meaning everyone was an easy target for him.

He was leaning against the wall, his eyes trained on the girl maintaining his focus at the moment.

She was a cute blonde, clad in a very tight red dress that accentuated her form. She most definitely gained her entrance with a fake ID. Minho watched as she swayed her body to the beat of the overplayed song that sounded throughout the club. His mind not into the moment as much as he wanted it to be.

It’s been like that a lot recently. Lately, Minho has been feeling this unfamiliar feeling in his chest whenever he went on his ‘hunting’ endeavors.

And he has no idea why. He would almost say he felt empty, but that’s impossible. He could have anyone he wanted. There is not a single person that he couldn't have in the palm of his hand, what could he possibly be missing?

Minho sighed heavily, pushing himself off the wall and to his desired target for the night.

He approached her slowly. He took his time observing her movements as his hand reached for her wrist. But, as soon as he had his fingers wrapped around her tiny little wrist, he tugged her towards him. Her body fell against his chest rather softly considering the amount of force he pulled her with.

“What the fuck?” She yelped, her head whipping to face Minho. Immediately her eyes met his.

That was her first mistake.

Minho didn't even need to say anything. All he had to do was maintain eye contact and he could feel her stop resisting. A dark smirk played on his lips as she slowly began to smile, her eyes batting like she was the one trying to seduce him.

How ironic. Minho thought.

Speaking of thoughts, actually. He could also read anyone’s thoughts. So he knew damn well that she now wanted him as much as someone could lust for someone.

But just as he was going to suggest they leave (to which he knew her reply already so it wasn't really much of a suggestion...)

He felt her be tugged away from him.

• • •

You didn't even want to be here.

The music was too loud, the club was too hot, there was WAY too many fucking people. (No pun intended.)

“Don’t look so repulsed, y/n.” Your best friend pleaded as she watched you grimace at the alcoholic drink she handed you.

“This place is a cesspool for STD’s, Jihyo.” You deadpanned, taking a quick glance over the crowd of sweaty bodies grinding on each other. “I have a right to be repulsed.”

Jihyo rolled her eyes as a smile tugged on the edge of her lips. She knew you hated this scene, but loved dragging you along on her clubbing adventures anyways. She even got you a fake ID, insisting that you guys would be “twinsies.”

“At least have a little fun!” She yelled way too loud for her proximity, causing you to cringe.

You watched as she started walking backwards, dancing as she made her way into the crowd of people. You sighed and rolled your eyes, turning around to face the bartender.

“Ah, I miss those days.” She sighed, a fond smile on her face.

“Did you also suffer from having way too eccentric friends?” You chuckled, liking the idea of engaging in a conversation with the pretty bartender rather than watch your best friend grind on random people.

“Actually I tended to be the over eccentric one.” She laughed back, wiping a wet glass with a towel before placing it on the counter in front of you. “Care for a drink?”

“Water would be great.” You hummed, decidedly. She chuckled, before filling the glass with water. You gingerly took a sip after she handed it back to you, then placed back on the counter.

Unfortunately your nice escape from the situation was taken from you by a very loud “What the fuck?”

You immediately recognized the voice to be Jihyo, your head snapping in the direction it came from. Quickly finding her form.

She was being held against some guy, who was staring at her way too intensely. You immediately jumped down from your seat at the bar and sped to your best friend’s side, tugging her away and out of the douchebag’s grasp.

“Hey asshole, keep your filthy hands to your fucking self.” You yelled as you moved Jihyo to stand behind you.

This was another reason Jihyo brought you along to these things. You tended to protect her from guys like this. You just had no patience for people who pushed others around and tended to stand your ground in such situations.

Minho was surprised by the audacity you had to speak to him like that. In a way, he was almost impressed. He can't think of a time a girl spoke to him in such a manner. He chuckled to himself as he stared into your rage filled eyes. It’s been a while since he’s had two girls.

“You say that now.” He smirked at you, ready for you to turn into putty.

But the rage in your eyes only seemed to grow.

“And I’ll be saying it forever, you dick.” You spat, tugging your best friend, his initial target, along with you. And just like that you were both gone.

He stood there, completely dumbfounded. And Minho was rarely surprised.

“What just happened?” Minho questioned, aloud to himself. He shook his head in an attempt to understand the situation.

You didn't even soften for a second. It was like his power had absolutely no affect on you at all. You completely resisted him.

Minho had never encountered someone who could do that.

He left the club that night without a girl. He couldn't focus, couldn't make another attempt after your encounter. He was off his game entirely. 

Part of him wanted to go after you, find out what you were. How could he not manipulate your emotions? How could you be completely immune to his power? He thought for a moment that maybe you weren't human. But he felt that you had to be because he would know if you were anything but human, he would have sensed that. And he didn't so, you must be human. Just... a human immune to demons? That doesn't make any sense. 

Minho shook his head again, still trying to make sense of this situation. 

He wandered the city until he reached his apartment building. Taking a moment to look up at the building, his thoughts still reeling. An exaggerated sigh left his lips as he took a few more steps forward to reach the entrance, the glass doors opening automatically. 

Minho lived in one of the nicest apartment buildings in the city. Another perk of being an amokinetic demon. He walked to where the elevators were and waited for what he felt was way too long to have one open. And the wait to reach the 13th floor seemed even longer. 

Finally entering his apartment, Minho trudged into his bedroom and let himself fall on top of his bed. 

“What. Are. You.” He groaned, his voice muffled by the pillows. He didn't bother moving.

Minho just laid there like that, laid there with you on his mind. He thought more about what you looked like rather than your actions. How your hair framed your face seemingly perfectly. How ‘fumingly angry’ was a good look on you. How-

Woah woah woah. What are you doing, Minho? This is not how that works. You do not... fall... or whatever for anyone. You’re a demon. Get yourself together.

Minho audibly sighed. Turning himself over to lay on his back and face the white ceiling. He wanted to fall asleep. Regardless of the fact that he, being a demon, didn't need sleep. He still wanted to sleep and escape the thought of you. And eventually he did fall asleep, not waking until nearly afternoon the next morning. 

He went about his day as normal, except he avoided the club. He didn’t go home with any girls, didn't manipulate anyone’s feelings. This continued for almost a week. A week of what Minho can appropriately call Hell.

It was ridiculous that Minho was allowing you, a mere human, to throw him off his game, off his normal habits. 

He was allowing you to control him, and that was not going to happen any longer. He was going to find you, and he was going to either find out how to get you to fall under his spell, or if that doesn't work, kill you.

Those were the only two options.

• • •

“Who’s ready to go clubbing tonight!” Jihyo yelled from across the room. 

You and Jihyo have been dorm mates at the same college for about a year now. However, it feels like you live there by yourself with how often she's ‘out on the town’ as she likes to put it. You're not sure how she's passing her classes.

“Yeah that’s not happening, I have an 8:00am tomorrow.” You scoffed, playfully rolling your eyes at your free spirited best friend. Then her circumstances for tomorrow dawned on you. “Actually, you do too. So you're not going anywhere tonight either.” You advised. 

Jihyo sighed audibly, plopping herself down on the couch. “You’re no fun.” She whined, kicking her heels off and making herself comfortable. 

“Hey, are you hungry? I’m thinking about getting takeout.” You pondered, looking around the kitchen for an alternative. Finding none, you head turned toward your best friend. 

“Actually yeah, I’m pretty hungry.” She said, flicking through the channels on the tv.

“You feeling porridge? Because I’m feeling porridge.” You inquired, hopeful. Jihyo’s face lighting up as her head snapped in your direction was enough of an answer for you. You chuckled at her excitement, grabbing your keys and purse.

“Alright I’ll run over to Bonjuk. I should be back in like 20 minutes or so.” You waved before leaving the dorm to sneak out to the parking lot.

You weren't supposed to leave campus after 10:00pm. But that didn't exactly stop anyone, it wasn't a very strictly enforced rule. But none the less you’d be reprimanded if caught leaving your dorm, so caution was still necessary. 

You unlocked your car once you reached the parking lot and hopped inside. It didn't take long to reach the city but when you got to Bonjuk there was literally no parking. So you opted for parking in the municipal parking lot a couple blocks down and walking.

You pulled your jacket closed as the fall weather was a bit chillier tonight than usual. The breeze causing goosebumps to form on the surface of your skin. A shiver ran through your spine when it occurred to you just how dark it was. You were a bit weary about walking alone in the city at night, but you shook the feeling and continued on your trek.

You could see Bonjuk now, and a smile graced your lips. But before you could reach your desired destination, a hand grabbed your arm and pulled you into a nearby alleyway. 

You had intended to scream but the impact from the brick wall behind you prevented you from doing so. You were disoriented for a moment before the feeling of a cold sharp blade against your throat caught your attention.

“Please-” You tried to whimper out, but you were cut off by the blade pushing into your skin harder.

“Now, here’s how this is gonna go...” His voice was deep, gravelly, and it terrified you to the bone. “...you are going to keep quiet or I’ll slit this pretty little throat of yours. Simple, right?” He chuckled darkly. 

One of his hands moved down to your hip and his thumb pushed into the skin there, likely creating a bruise. 

But just as the tears began running down your cheeks...

The man grunted and fell to the ground.

• • •

He did it. He finally did it. 

Minho finally figured out what you were. Albeit, he stumbled upon the answer on accident but he won't admit that. 

He had shifted back to Hell, a place he used to call home. But that was before he had a disagreement with the Devil himself. But that’s besides the point.

The point is, he went there to search the catacombs. That’s where they kept record of every supernatural creature that has ever been, and was currently on earth. And he was determined to find out if you were human or not. Maybe you were sent to Earth to mess with him. 

Whatever it was, he would know soon enough.

He felt like he had been reading for hours and had gotten absolutely no where. That’s when he kicked the bookshelf, causing a book to fall out of it and land on the floor. 

Minho groaned before bending down to pick it up, but stopped when he was what page it was opened to.

BLOCKS:

Supernatural creatures that are immune to most other supernatural creatures. Blocks are technically human. Born from human parents, their DNA is morphed during the growth process. It is still unknown how or why that occurs. More often than not, they are unaware of their own abilities. However, supernatural abilities Blocks are not immune to include: Telepathy; Kinesis of The Elements

Current Number of Known Blocks on Earth: 1

“Of fucking course.” Minho groaned loudly. “Of course I ran into the only Block on earth.”

He shut the book rather forcefully, and shoved it back in its spot on the shelf. Sighing to himself, he tried to focus and shift back to Earth. Hoping he would be back in his apartment, he sighed again when he realized he was in the city. 

“For fucks sake.” He pinched the bridge of his nose and furrowed his eyebrows. He was frustrated beyond belief. 

He was frustrated because he somehow managed to run into you, the only Block on earth. He was frustrated because the thought of you distracted him and now he was in the city and not his apartment. But he was mostly frustrated because you wouldn't leave his head. And he didn't even want you to leave his head. He liked thinking about you, he liked the thought of you.

Fuck, he liked you.

This didn't happen to Minho, he never started liking anyone. Why did you have to do this to him? Why did you have to-

His thoughts were cut off by a small yelp. He turned in the direction of the sound and could not believe what he was seeing.

It was you, being dragged into an alleyway. And Minho can’t even begin to describe the anger that flowed through him at the sight of this. He immediately reacted, sprinting into the alleyway.

The man had a knife held to your neck and his hand placed on your hip. Minho growled before clenching his fists, his eyes turning black. He tilted his head and watch as the man’s breathing constricted and he fell to the ground. Minho then picked him up by the collar of his shirt and threw him against the wall beside you. 

Finally you were able to let out the scream you've been holding. 

And when you did that, Minho’s gaze shifted to you. He threw the man on the ground who proceeded to scuffle off in the opposite direction. Minho ran to where you were, trying to regain your breathing.

“Are you okay? Did he hurt you?” Minho rushed out, trying to assess your condition.

You couldn't speak, you were too busy trying to wrap your head around how he was even here. 

“H-how did you find me?” You stuttered out, trying to catch your breath. 

This took Minho aback. He scanned you for a minute, trying to figure out what you meant by that. 

“You’re that guy right? The guy from the club a couple weeks ago?” You asked, your breathing steadying while stabilizing your movements with a hand on the wall next to you.

Minho just stared at you, his features confused. You remembered him?

In his silence, you found your composure. You knew exactly who he was. And that’s because you knew exactly what you were. 

A Block.

You have been aware of this ability of your’s since you could talk. Your grandfather was a Block, himself. And he explained to you everything about yourself and the supernatural world before he was killed by a Pyrokinetic. Leaving you as the only known Block on earth.

You looked at the boy in front of you. A little amused by his confused state. You knew he wasn't human that night at the club. You could sense the kinetic energy on him. You just didn't know exactly what he was.

“So what are you? Pathokinetic Vampire? Mentokinetic Lycanthrope?” You mused, having pretty much met them all.

“Amokinetic Demon.” Minho stated, straight faced. He was gauging your reaction.

You'd be lying if you said you weren't a little nervous. You've never met a Demon before. In fact your mother had always told you to stay away from them if you could help it. Mostly because almost all of them were Telepathic and that was something you were not immune to.

So you were a little nervous, sure. But for some reason you weren't afraid. 

“Oh. I’ve never met a Demon before...” You admitted, rather hesitantly. 

Minho chuckled, not realizing just how cute you were until now. He didn't really get a good look at you that night at the club. But now, even in your slightly messy state, he realized just how attracted he was to you.

“No? Well I’ve never met a Block before.” He told you, taking a step closer to you. You took a step back out of instinct but still, you weren't afraid of him. You were curious. You could also make out his features now, in the dim moonlight mixed with the lights from the nearby buildings. He was really really attractive, you're not gonna lie. But he was a Demon. He was the epitome of ‘bad news’ right?

“So you’re aware of what I am then?” You inquired, already knowing the answer. He continued taking steps closer to you, to which you would take another step back. That is, until your back made contact with the brick wall you were previously being held at knife point against.

“Mhm.” Minho hummed as a reply to your clearly rhetorical question. A smirk forming on his lips as he placed his hands on the wall behind you, caging you in.

“So you also know your Amokinesis won’t work on me then.” You had to lean your head up a little to look at him now. He was incredibly close to you, only a few inches between your lips and his. It wouldn't take much effort to stand on your tiptoes and closed the gap. The thought making you heart rate spike. You were afraid he could hear how fast your heart was beating. 

Then it occurred to you that that’s not what you should be afraid he could hear...

Minho chuckled at this.

“I can still hear those pretty little thoughts of yours, though. You want me as badly as I want you, and I know it.” His voice got noticeably lower. And you tried to turn off your thoughts but you just couldn't. You thought about how it would be if you just leaned only a couple inches closer and captured his lips in yours. How it would be if he took you against this wall right here right now.

“Naughty, aren't we?” He mused, his hands moving to you your waist. 

You didn't know how to respond. But, you wanted this, you knew that. He knew that.

Minho wanted to kiss you right then, but something was holding him back. He pondered over the feeling before he realized exactly what it was.

Your consent.

He’s never needed that before. He’s always just manipulated girls into wanting him. But he couldn't do that with you. And what freaked him out the most was that he knew he wouldn't do anything to you if you said no right now. That he sincerely... cared about you. And that’s why he wanted to protect you and why he can't stop thinking about you and why-

His rambling thoughts were cut off by you, pressing your lips to his.

This caught him by surprise at first but he recovered quickly, taking your face in his hands and pulling you closer. His lips felt slightly cold, but in a good way. It was like his kiss was almost refreshing. Something about the fact that you were told to stay away from Demons, drew you further in. You’ve always had a thing for danger. 

“Since that night at the club...” Minho said in between kisses. “... I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.”

You pulled away to look at him. “Really?” You said, incredulously. “This isn’t you just fulfilling your Demon-y desires?”

Minho chuckled. “You have a lot to learn about Demons, hun.” Then his eyes grew more serious, almost nervous.

“This is new for me... I’ve never felt like this toward someone before.” He said, his chest rising and falling as he waited for your reaction. A smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you brought your hands to the sides of his face. 

“Well normally, the guy takes the girl on a date first.” You giggle softly. Minho’s chest constricts as the sound of you giggling. Thinking to himself that he wants to hear that from you more often. But he also then starts imagining the other sounds he could be making you make. And that he’d much rather hear those sounds right now.

“Really? Cuz that’s not what I had in mind right now.” He smirked, hopeful. But his smirk slowly faded as you glared at him. The exasperated sigh that left his lips causing you to chuckle. 

“Sorry hun, but a date comes first.” You say, his hands leaving your waist and instead grabbing one of your hands. 

“Alright fine. Then we’re going on one right now.” He began tugging you out of the alley way. But he didn't get far, only making it to the sidewalk before you stopped him.

“Woah there, lover boy.” You chuckled at his eagerness. “I have a roommate I’m supposed to be bringing food to.” You smiled apologetically.

Minho groaned again. “You’re really going to make me wait until tomorrow aren't you?” He looked down at you, the look in his eye made you want to forget about Jihyo and go with him, but you stopped yourself because you realized that he now knew you were thinking this. That thought being confirmed by a sly chuckle from him.

“You're only making this harder for me, you know?” He sighed, a smile growing on his face. He pulled you closer to him by the hem of your jacket. “I’m staying with you until you get back to your car, I don't want you walking around by yourself after what just happened. Prior to me saving you, of course.” He smirked.

“Right, that was actually terrifying. I never actually thanked you for that, so thank you-” You paused for a moment when you realized that you didn't actually know his name. 

“Minho.” He smiled, slipping his hands under your jacket to rest them on your hips. Your heartbeat quickened at his subtle actions. 

“Y/n.” You introduced, reluctantly pulling away from his grasp to instead take his hand and pull him toward Bonjuk.

• • •

“So there’s a book... In Hell... That I’m in?” You ask for clarification. Minho and you were at a nearby cafe, enjoying your fifth date. He was reluctant to wait for a second date, but soon began enjoying simply spending time with you. But he was also determined to bring you back to his place after this one.

“Well, it doesn't say your name. But it does record your existence.” He confirmed, taking a sip of his coffee. You hummed in understanding, taking a sip of your own coffee.

“You know, it just occurred to me that you haven't seen my apartment yet.” He smirked, looking up at you from his mug. You knew where he was going with this, and you also felt like you had made him wait long enough. To be honest, you were just making sure he really wanted you. And if he was willing to wait this long, than you were sure he did. So you were ready to give him what he wanted. 

“You know, you're right.” You smiled innocently, wishing you could play dumb but you knew he knew exactly what you were thinking. 

“We should go there now then, you think?” He said standing up from his chair, beyond ready for this. You didn't even respond verbally, he knew you wanted this as much as him.

The walk more like run back to his apartment wasn't long. And when you got there, you had to force your mouth closed when you saw where he lived.

“Oh my god.” You gawked. Minho chuckled from beside you, his hand still firmly holding yours.

“I’m a Demon y/n, what were you expecting?” He smirked, tugging you into he building. He sighed internally at the sight of other people waiting for the elevators. Nonetheless, he waited for them to open with you holding his arm. He looked down to see you fiddling with the sleeve of his jumper, a smile forming at your sudden nervousness. He was going to take care of you, Minho thought to himself. 

As soon as the elevator doors opened, he pulled you in to stand in the back corner with him. He smiled as he realized you two would be in there the longest as his floor was the highest out of everyone in there.

An idea popped into his head at this thought. 

Minho smiled to himself as he pulled you against him, your back against his chest. You didn't think anything of it, just him keeping you close to him. But that was until you felt his hand slide to your front. His hand moving further down, to the waistband of your jeans. 

Your breath hitched as he slipped his hand into your jeans. His hand dipped further until you felt the pad of his middle finger slide up and down your clothed slit. Your head fell back against his chest when he pulled your panties aside to coat his finger in your wetness. A gasp left your lips when he inserted a finger into you, slowly dragging it out only to push it back in. Your hand flew to your mouth, hoping no one heard you. You bit down on your palm as Minho kept up with his ministrations and added another finger. Minho chuckled, enjoying seeing you like this. 

You better keep quiet, babygirl. Someone might hear you.

You heard him say. Until you realized that you didn't hear him say that out loud... You heard it in your head. 

Yes babygirl, I can talk you like this. Minho smirked against your neck.

As the last three people left the elevator, Minho pulled his hand from your jeans, eliciting a whine from you as you turned around to meet his lust filled gaze.

“Don’t worry babygirl, I’ll take good care of you.” He whispered before taking his fingers into his mouth, licking them clean of your essence. The sight immediately reheating your core. 

The elevator doors opened and Minho took your hand, leading you to his apartment. Quickly pulling out his key, he opened the door. You only had a few seconds to gawk at his apartment before you were pushed against the door you just walked through. 

His lips crashed down onto yours in a frenzy while his hands pushed off your jacket. You barely even heard it hit the floor as Minho gripped your thighs and picked you up. You wrapped your legs around him as he began walking backwards toward his bedroom. 

His lips remained on yours, tongues entangling, as he laid you down on his bed, rather gently. His hands reached back to grab his jumper and pull it over his head, tossing it on the floor. His lips reattached to yours as he followed you, crawling backwards towards the headboard. When you reached his pillows, Minho pushed you back against the mattress. 

“Do you trust me?” He whispered looking down at you. You were a bit surprised by his question but nevertheless, you nodded without hesitation.

“I need to hear you say it, love.” He smiled softly, leaning down closer to you, his lips hovering over yours.

“I trust you, Minho.” You breathed against his lips. And that’s all it took for him to stop hesitating. 

He took the hem of your shirt and pulled it up, you lifted your arms so he could take it all the way off, tossing it on the floor next to his jumper. He smiled at the light pink lace bra you were wearing. 

“How can you be sexy and cute at the same time?” Minho shook his head, bringing his hand to your back. “As much as I love this on you, I would much rather have it off of you.” He smirked before unclasping your bra and tossing it to the floor. You felt your cheeks heat up as it occurred to you your chest was completely naked to him now.

“They’re perfect, babygirl. Don’t be shy.” He whispered against your ear, slowly dragging his hands up your sides, brushing gently over your sensitive nipples in the process.

He kissed your lips softly before taking both your wrists and crossing them above your head against the headboard. You looked at him slightly confused but the confusion faded when you saw the silk tie he suddenly held in his hand.

The thought of Minho tying you up immediately sent a wave of heat between your legs. You nodded at him softly, yet eagerly, and soon your wrists were delicately tied to the headboard. You tugged a little just to see how secured you were, and Minho chuckled slightly when you concluded that you would not be getting out without him untying you.

“You have nothing to worry about, babygirl. I am going to make you feel so good.” Minho assured, his voice was intoxicating. You felt like you could cum just from his voice. In fact you were so distracted by his voice that you didn't notice the silk blindfold he had placed over your eyes. You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth as he finished tying it behind your head. 

“Is this okay?” Minho asked, concerned with making you comfortable. You nodded your head, but Minho tisked again.

“Use your words, babygirl.” He said softly. And suddenly you had the urge to live out one of your sexual fantasies. 

“Yes, daddy.” You answered in a soft voice. A grin broke out on Minho’s face at your use of that name. He’s not gonna lie, that instantly made him hard. 

He leaned his head down to the crook of your neck and kissed your skin softly. “That’s a good girl.” He praised, bringing a smile to your lips. 

He began kissing down your neck, nipping at your skin every now and then. He soothed every bite with his tongue, alternating from licking to sucking as he left a bloom of purple flowers in his wake. Your breathing picked up and small gasps left your mouth as you felt him make his way further down to your breasts. He kissed each one softly, mumbling something about them being beautiful. You were too distracted by his mouth to really hear him clearly. 

His lips kissed down your stomach, until he reached the waistband of your jeans. You could feel him unbutton them and tug them down your legs. With your lack of sight, the only sign that your jeans had reached the floor was the sound of denim hitting carpet. 

Minho took your panties between his fingers and pulled them down your legs and off as well, tossing them haphazardly on top of your jeans. Anticipation killed you as you waited for him to touch you again.

“Spread your legs, Babygirl.” He asserted, tapping your thigh gently. You did as told and widened your legs for him. His lips met your lower stomach, just beneath your belly button. You shivered in excitement as his lips dragged down further. You then felt his breath fanning against your core, his tongue coming out to kitten lick your slick folds. Your hips bucked up involuntarily, but Minho was quick to pin your hips back down. A moan escaped your lips as you felt him begin sucking on your clit. 

You tasted like heaven, Minho thought ironically. That’s what you were like to him, a little slice of heaven. Nothing has ever compared to the sight of you writhing under his touch, like this. He just couldn't get enough of you.

Your head fell back against the pillows as his finger prodded your entrance. Your moans increased as he began to guide his finger in and out of you, fast. His mouth continuing its works on your now sensitive bud as he added a second finger.

You could feel your impending orgasm coming on, Minho already knowing via your thoughts. But before you could climax, you felt his fingers and his mouth leave your core. You gasped in response.

“Daddy~” You whined at the loss of contact. This elicited a soft chuckle from Minho. 

“Patience, little one. Daddy wants you to cum around him.” He cooed, grabbing a condom from his bedside drawer and tearing it open with his teeth. He wasted no time in tugging his jeans and boxers off, finally releasing his hard on. 

He rolled on the condom, pumping himself a few times before placing himself at your entrance. Your lack of sight enhanced your other senses, making you hypersensitive to his touch. You felt him slowly slide his cock into you, a long drawn out moan leaving your lips at the feeling. He pulled out just as slowly before slamming back into you, full force. Your mouth fell agape and a choked moan escaped your throat. Minho reveled in the sound of you moaning. Each sound you made encouraging him to thrust faster. It was like he was meant to be inside you, he fit you perfectly. His thrusts were like magic and it had your mind spinning. 

Minho moved his hands to your wrists, untying them with the need of feeling your hands against his skin. As soon as your wrists were free, you gripped his shoulders. Minho growled when he felt your nails dragging down his back. He continued rocking his hips into yours while a string of moans and profanities left your lips. 

You were so close to reaching your climax, Minho was close too. The lewd sounds of squelching and skin slapping skin only bringing you both further to the edge. 

And that’s exactly what this felt like. It felt like you were dangling off the edge of a cliff. And at the bottom of that cliff was Minho, holding out his arms to catch you when you fell. The only thing you had to do to reach him was let go. 

Minho grabbed your thigh, pushing it further up his waist, achieving a new angle in the process. He now reached deeper inside you and you could barely verbalize that you were going to cum. But you didn't need to, he knew. 

He always knew.

You felt Minho quickly take off your blindfold, now making eye contact with him.

“Cum for me, Babygirl.” He whispered to you. Immediately at his words, you let go of the cliff, plummeting down to be caught by him. Your eyes squeezed shut, your back arching off the bed, your bottom lips between your teeth.

It was a gorgeous sight, Minho thought. And that’s all it took for him to climax as well, a moan of your name falling from his lips as he released into the condom.

He collapsed beside side you, catching his breath. His head was spinning. This was the greatest he has ever felt in his entire existence. He was positive you were meant to be his. He was positive he would never let you go.

He was positive he was in love with you.

Minho sighed in content before disposing of the now used condom in the wastebasket beside his bed. 

Your chest heaved, body slightly sticky from sweat. Minho turned back to face you, loving how fucked out you looked. His eyes traced from your messy hair, to your slightly damp forehead, to the bouquet of purple hickeys he left on your chest and neck. A satisfied smile graced his features. You were the one.

“We should get you cleaned up, love.” Minho advised, tracing circles softly against your hip. You sighed at his gentle touch. Nodding your head softly.

“Round two in the shower?” You suggested, grinning to yourself at the idea. Minho laughed before standing up and tugging you with him to his bathroom.

“That’s my girl.”

• • •

A/N: Thank you for reading the second installment of this series! This had me sweating and I hope you all look at Minho now like the dom he is. A n y w a y s . . . Next Monday will be Jisung’s! And I literally can't wait. Back to my angsty/fluffy roots. Hope you’re all doing well! <3

[marshmallow-phd]

My Soul to Burn

Part of the EXO Demon Series

Genre: Demon AU

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Minseok

Summary: Unknown to the mortals, the world was plunging into chaos. But Minseok couldn’t care less. He was still able to take assignments, able to continue in collecting souls of the gullible. As long as he could do his job, he didn’t care what the angels or his boss were up to. Out stalking his next target, he met you, someone who could see him even when he chose to be invisible. At first, he shrugged you off, not interest in the mystery. But after another chance encounter, Minseok was intrigued. As your abnormality could have a part to play in the war against the angels, he was reluctantly keeping you close. With you as warm as he was cold, he tried to stay the terrifying demon while being haunted by Kris’ last words…

Part: 1 I 2 I 3 I 4 I 5 I 6 I 7 I 8 I 9 I 10 I 11 I 12 I Final

**

This couldn’t be happening. No. Not to you. Not to someone who worked so hard and never stepped out of line, never broke the law, and did really well at being a productive member of society. And certainly not to Mr. Kwon, whose main goal in life was to make people happy and comfortable.

And yet, here you were.

Thanks so some faulty wiring in the building next door, a fire had broken out and spread to your place of work, burning a new skylight into the roof and destroying a good portion of the inside. It would be months before the building was usable again.

Thankfully, Mr. Kwon had good insurance and he’d be able to open the shop back up, but what were you supposed to do in the mean time?

“I’m really sorry, Mr. Kwon,” you consoled softly. Standing out there on the sidewalk, watching the smoke drift up into the sky that was too blue and clear for the corresponding event happening in front of your eyes, you put a hand on your boss’s shoulder. You had to remind yourself for a moment to stop being selfish. He’d lost his livelihood as well.

He was amazingly stoic as he turned to look at you. “I’m more worried about you,” he admitted. “A building can be repaired. But will you do?”

You shrugged. “I’ll find something temporary. As soon as you’re back in business, I’ll be at your front door.”

The smile you gave him was strained, but you had hope. Hope that you could survive and find something so help you get by.

As soon as you walked into your apartment, you sat down at your table and flipped open your laptop that honestly needed replacing. The backing was starting to come detached from the screen and the letters on the keyboard were horribly faded.

Waiting for it to boot up completely, you stood up and poured yourself a glass of water and searched your cabinets for something to munch on. Nothing was jumping out at you saying “eat me” so you gave up and sat back down.

For hours, you searched the local job sites, submitting your pathetic yet prettied up resume and hoping for the best. You had a fair amount of work experience, surely you would get something.

You couldn’t have been more wrong.

A month went by and even after submitting applications day after day, all you received were rejections, rejections, and more rejections. You didn’t understand. It was like you’d been secretly blacklisted. One of them had to hire you. The sinking feeling in your stomach was only made worse when you learned that John, Hana, and Monica had all been able to find replacement jobs.

Frustration didn’t even begin to cover how you were feeling. You hated being anything but calm. The worst part about being frustrated is that your body had no other way to relieve it but through tears. And you hated crying the most. It made you feel weak, like you didn’t have control over your own life or situation. It wasn’t a freeing experience like everyone else seemed to take it as.

Slamming your laptop shut and shoving away the latest rejection email, you closed your eyes and took deep breaths.

You are not going to cry, you told yourself. This is just a setback. You still have time. You still have plenty of savings to last you. This will not break you.

With a groan you crossed your arms, laying them down on the table and burying your face to hide away from the world just for a minute or two. At least you were alone.

“I’d say this place is dingy and sad, but I guess that just means it fits you to a ‘T’.”

Your head snapped up. Leaning up against the wall right across form you was the blonde stranger from the shop. Shocked, you instinctively jumped to your feet, sending the chair crashing to the peeling tile floor underneath you.

“How the hell did you get in here?” you demanded.

The man smirked. “I’m someone of… many talents.” He pushed off the wall, stalking in your direction.

You shuffled back, nearly tripping over the chair. Too soon, your back hit the wall. Searching around frantically, your eyes settled on your knife block. Not even giving yourself a second to think it through, you hurled yourself at the counter, snatching up the biggest knife.

Before you could even blink, the man was by your side, whirling you around to face him. The edge of the counter was digging into your back. You were trapped. Taking the chance, you slashed at him. With impossible reflexes, he caught your wrist, slamming it down of the counter and forcing you to let go.

“You know,” he snickered, his sharp eyes conveying that he seemed to enjoy this little game of cat and mouse, “I’ve never had someone try to stab me before. A few missed punches, sure, but the knife is a new one.”

“What do you want?” Terrible scenarios ran through your head. Whatever sick thing he was into, you’d make sure to fight him the whole way.

“I actually came to offer you a deal.” Releasing your wrist, he snatched up the knife from the counter. He spun the sharp object around in his hands, the tip held in place by a single finger. “Things have been awfully rough here lately, haven’t they?”

You stared at him, your eyebrows pulled together tightly. How would he know? “What does that matter to you?”

Nonchalantly, his shoulders raised up and then dropped back down. “Let’s just say I can offer you a quicker route to the light at the end of the tunnel.”

That actually made you laugh as you crossed your arms. The fear was slowly dying out of you. He obviously wasn’t human with the way he could move and disappear. And you knew for a fact that you were the only one who could see him at the shop. “And what exactly what would this deal entail, Rumpelstiltskin?”

By the annoyed look on his face, he didn’t seem to care for your little nickname. It didn’t matter. You had no intentions of making any deals whatsoever.

“I’m not exactly something out of a fairytale,” he snarled. “More like your worst nightmare.”

You snorted. “Was that supposed to strike fear in me?”

That just pissed him off.

The lights around your apartment began to dim until you could barely see the man in front of you. Unfortunately, you could still see and you watched in horror as his eyes inked over into a pitch black darkness. You pressed further back into the counter, nowhere to run. The whole floor began to shake, throwing off your balance.

“You should be very frightened of me indeed,” he mocked. His voice came out like a chorus in perfect unison.

Just as quickly as the scare had come, it was gone. Your apartment was back to its normal brightness and the whites of the man’s eyes were once again visible.

“What the hell are you?” Your voice was breathy, hardly understandable your words yourself.

The man smirked. “I am the demon Minseok.”

Demon? They were real?

Your grandmother would tell you stories, but you always just assumed she enjoyed frightening you to point of being unable to sleep. She always insisted they would come after you, although she would never tell you why, simply saying one day you would find out. But you’d grown up since then. They weren’t supposed to exist.

“Get out.”

The self-important smirk slipped from his face. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me,” you snapped. Pointing to your front door behind you, you repeated, “Get out. I have no intentions of making any sort of deals with you.”

Minseok scoffed. “Do you understand what you’re throwing away? I can offer you anything. Endless wealth, a comfortable life, never have to work again. Famous just for being famous. You could live a life of luxury. Anything your heart desires, I can get it for you.”

“And what would you want in exchange?” You were sure you already knew the answer.

“Just your soul,” he replied as if your soul was simply your favorite pair of shoes or any other item of little consequence.

You shook your head. “Not worth it. I’m not sure where I’ll be headed after I die and, honestly, I’d like to keep it that way. I don’t need to be swimming in money. I’ve been taking care of myself for a long time, I think I can continue handling it on my own.”

That was not the answer he was looking for. While still in their normal state, his eyes were on fire with rage. “Do you not understand what you are letting slip through your hands!”

You made sure that every word came out clear. “I. Don’t. Care. This is one soul that you won’t trick into suffering for forever. If that’s my fate, then I rather earn it on my own.”

Although, you really hoped that wasn’t where you would end up. Overall, you tried to be a good person. You weren’t too sure about the rules that dictated your place in the afterlife, but you hoped you hadn’t done anything to cause too much damage.

Finally understanding that you wouldn’t be changing your mind, he shimmered away, leaving you alone as the knife fell to the floor with a clatter. Taking a deep breath, you slowly made your way over to the table, picking the chair up off the floor. And then you slapped yourself. Perhaps a little too hard. Your cheek stung, but confirmed what you were hoping wasn’t true. You were definitely awake.

That man – Minseok – being a demon, well it explained so much. And yet, you had too many questions. Had he been following you this whole time? But he didn’t seem to have any interest in you at all the two times you confronted him. His concentration had been on Mr. Thomas.

Your eyes widened at that conclusion. Was that how his luck seemed to magically turn around?

Shaking your head, you turned on your oven to get started on dinner. If that really was what happened to Mr. Thomas, then you felt especially sorry for him. Desperation and bad luck should not have to cost you your soul.

**

The very second Minseok was back at the mansion, he threw the folder across the front parlor, not getting any satisfaction or releasing any of his anger as the papers floated softly to the hardwood floor. Continuing his path of destruction, he flipped over the decorative table that was pushed up against the left wall, sending the vase of dying flowers crashing into the ground. Shards bounced off the floor, spreading across the room and creating a dangerous trap for anyone who might enter the room.

Never – never in over a thousand years had Minseok ever been turned down. Deal after deal, he’d closed every contract, taken every soul he’d been assigned. He reveled in the fact that his record was perfect. He’d never… lost before. And he didn’t understand how it could have happened.

The fire had been too easy to set up. A beautiful little spark, a little urging to jump next door, and your comfortable job was gone. He’d been successful at blocking your ever attempt to secure a new paycheck, messing with the system so the person reviewing your resume would see something they didn’t like.

Perhaps it’d been too easy. He thought he’d gotten you to the point of desperation, barely an ounce of effort needed on his part. His expectation had been that you would be begging at his feet to pull you out of the poverty you were slowly sinking into. Instead, you’d thrown him out of your apartment.

“Whoa.” Luhan, investigating the crash, stepped into the parlor form the hallway. “Minseok, are you okay?”

“No,” he roared in reply. His fists were curled at his side.

Noticing the papers scattered around, Luhan picked them up, careful to avoid the shards. They wouldn’t necessarily hurt him, but he still felt the need to be cautious. Looking over the now back together file, he frowned. “Do you not like your assignment? She reads like it might be easy.”

“I’ve already gone to see her.” Pissed that now someone knew of his failure, Minseok kicked at the upturned table, sending it crashing into the wall and splintering it into pieces. That noise was enough for several of the others to come rushing.

“What the hell was that?” Sehun gasped.

Luhan put up a hand to stop the younger demon from saying anything else. “Minseok, what do you mean you already went to see her? What’s wrong?”

“She wouldn’t take the deal!” Minseok shouted. The fire inside was only fueled by the jaws that dropped in front of him.

“W-what?” Jongdae gasped in disbelief. “You didn’t… close the deal?”

“No! I didn’t!”

Shame poured over Minseok. This couldn’t actually be happening. He never failed. Maybe– maybe he could try again. Yeah. He could get you more desperate, dig the hole deeper and then shove you in as you screamed for help. Then you would give in.

“Alright, guys. Show’s over,” Luhan barked, shoving the younger demons around. “Get back to your assignments.”

Grumbling, they all eventually dispersed, leaving Minseok to stand there, staring at the aftermath of his destruction. All except, Yixing, that is. The pompous ass was leaning his back against the wall, his hands in pockets as he stared at Minseok.

“You know,” Yixing mused. “That was Junmyeon’s favorite vase. Three hundred years old, I think. Maybe from Louis the sixteenth era?”

Minseok scowled at him. “I don’t give a shit about some pottery.”

Not wanting to stick around and hear what else Yixing had to say, Minseok stomped up the stairs and straight for his room.

The space was barely furnished, with a few chairs, a desk, and floor lamp; he didn’t spend much time here, preferring the study or to be out stalking his target.

Damn, you were infuriating. When you compared him to that ugly, German fairytale, he nearly gagged. What made you so special, huh? He’d met humans in better situations than you that still took his deals. Why couldn’t you just cooperate?

Still pent up with too much anger, Minseok swiped off the papers and books from his desk accompanied by a wordless yell. The universe must be really ticked at him. Was this seriously payback for the Kris situation? As demon, he didn’t believe in karma, but this was feeling dangerously close to it.

No. He would not apologize. Kris deserved that. Kris broke the law. If Minseok hadn’t turned him in, someone else would have. Everyone already disliked him, might has well have driven the knife in deeper.

A knock at his door made him straighten up, pulling down on his jacket to convey some sort of stability. Opening the door, Jongdae was standing out in the hallway, an empathetic look on his face. That just made Minseok scowl even deeper.

“What?”

Jongdae cleared his throat. “Junmyeon wants to see you.”

Huffing, Minseok stepped out of the bedroom and slammed the door behind him, making Jongdae flinch. A twinge of guilty tugged at Minseok, but he ignored it, heading down the stairs to the library where the head honcho was waiting for him.

Junmyeon was in his typical, overstuffed leather chair near the center of the room. He was facing the door, his hands in front of his face with the tips of his fingers pressed together.

“Minseok,” he greeted. He didn’t use Minseok’s official demon name.

Well, at least that meant he wasn’t in too much trouble for the vase.

“Junmyeon.” That damn smug look on his face….

“I heard your latest assignment didn’t go so well,” Junmyeon started. He nodded, obviously feigning sympathy. “That’s tough to hear, but everyone has them.”

“Not me,” Minseok growled. “I don’t lose.”

Junmyeon waved his hand. “But this time you did. And it’s perfectly fine. You’ll get the next one.”

Not going to happen. “I haven’t given up. I’ll get her to sign.”

“Actually, you can’t.” Junmyeon stood up, slipping his hands into his pockets. “Perhaps you don’t remember, since you’ve never needed to in the past, but once an offer is refused, that offer can never be approached again. We’re a one-time deal. You can’t go back and try again.”

Minseok could feel the skin stretching over his knuckles as he tightened hands into fists. Stupid fucking stipulations. “Technically, since we’re supposed to currently be at war with the angels, doesn’t that through the whole agreement out the window?”

“Not while I’m around.” Junmyeon turned away, staring out the window at the empty, lifeless field that rested behind the mansion. “You can go now. I’ll get you a new assignment soon enough.”

Resisting the urge to slam his fist into that pretty face, Minseok stormed out of the study, slamming the door hard enough to shake the walls on his way out.

[badwolf-winchester]

A Soul So Dark it Scares The Devil part 2

So after a lot of consideration i have decided to so a second part to this. I hope you all are ready cause i sure am 😄

Warning: i dont own supernatural or its characters.

Pairing: Lucifer x Reader

One more thing: Please dont steal my writting i work very hard on this and do it becuase i love it.

The crisp cold air stung my face as i walked as fast as i could to my appartment. Today marks my 10 year deal and by the end of the day i will be dead. Its not like i didnt see it coming i mean who can really forget about a deal you made with a demon. Its bad enough my soul was causing a ruckus in hell but it was to the point Lucifer himself visited me a couple of times to try and bargain with me to take it back. However, those visits consisted of me telling him to go screw himself and then one of his henchmen comes to take him back to hell to deal with as he likes to call "Hell's new ruler." To be honest i was quite impressed with my soul for having taken over the place so quickly but again it wasnt a suprise. When i had my soul, this nagging voice kept telling me to do things.. things that i honestly didnt want to do. It would always whisper to me "kill them." Or "I wonder what his head would look like on a spike." As you can see the voice wasnt the kindest of neighbors you would want living in your head. That's why i needed to get rid of it, not becuase i wanted to live out my life without morals but more to get rid of that sweet whispering voice. This is why i tricked Crowley into taking it 1 year into my deal.

After entering my apartment i quickly threw my keys onto the desk by the door. Shrugging off my lether jacket i haphazardly dropped it onto the couch before making a beeline to the fridge for a beer. Sighing i rack my hand through my black and red hair before taking another swig of the cold beverage. My heart pounded in my ears as i try and get a grip on myself wondering what was happening to me. never, since i got rid of my soul, have i ever felt this way before. Quickly glancing at the clock on the stove i see it reads 11:30 almost midnight, as i realize i only have 30 more minutes the feeling in my chest spreads and tightens. I close my eyes and take a deep breath trying to ground myself i open my eyes and looked at my hands.. are they shaking? No thats just ridiculous i cant be... afraid? My eyes widen as realization dawned on me. "Im... afraid. I'm actually afraid right now." I said to my self, placing my hands on the counter i bow my head and let my hair fall in my face. Slowly i start to chuckle then grow into a full on laugh, as it turns into only what can be deacribed as a mad man cackle the clock strikes twelve. At the first stike of the grandfather clock in the living room i suddenly stop laughing. With each chime i hear howls and barking get closer, but once the 12th chime struck everything was silent.

Suddenly a crash broke through the bone chilling silence as glass scatters and skids across the floor. Without thinking i grab a knife from its sheath on the kitchen counter and slowly make my way to the source of the crash; my bedroom. I advanced to the door and was about to open it when a hand jerked me back and covered my mouth. The sudden jerkiness of the intruders movements made me drop the knife in suprise, as i tried to squirm my way out of the tight grip the door to my bedroom broke off its hinges causing me to freeze my antics. A snarling invisible hound slowly but loudly stomped on the ground as it got closer, its nails scraping against the wood floor as it huffs out in short hot breaths. The arm that was holding my midsection tensed as the hound got closer.

In a shaky voice the man that was holding me said "Now Leena no need to be so hostile.." at this the Hell Hound gave an extra loud snarl signaling that she didnt like his choice of words as she readied herself to pounce.

Thinking quickly i rammed my elbow into the man's ribs and jumped to the right avoiding the Hell Hounds snapping jaws by inches. Unfortunately its claws grazed my ribs ripping my flesh like a hot knife to butter, as i fell to the ground i cried out in pain as hot sticky blood began pouring out of me. My scream was not the only one i heard, for when i turned my head i notices the Hell Hound didnt advance on me but instead was tearing the man, now realizing demon, apart untill it became quite. The only thing i could hear was the rapid breathing of the Hound, as if just noticing it wasnt alone still the Hound turned its head to me and began making its way towards me. Paralyzed by fear i could only hold my left side to try and stop the bleeding, when the Hound's hot breath fanned my face i closed my eyes finally accepting my fate. A minute passed and i could still feel the hot breath but it wasn't making its move, being brave i opened my eyes to come straight in contact to beating red eyes. The Hell houd tilted its head at me as if confused, then tore its gaze away from my face and looked at my hand that was holding my injured side. Whining it moved my hand away to inspect the wound and started licking it, as soon as its saliva made contact with my side i could feel the pain melt away. Completely confused and shocked i closed my eyes and let it continue till it thought i was fine. When it was done i re opened my eyes to see not just empty space but a black shadow of a huge dog with a upside down white cross in the middle of its forhead looking at me, as if it was natural the Hound sat down infront of me then proceeded to laydown with its head in my lap.

Mustering up courage i placed my had on its head and started petting it. With happy grunts comimg from it and a whirlwind of tail waggs i started rubbing its belly only to be interupted my a flutter of wings.

"YOU HAVE GOT TO BE FUCKING KIDDING ME!" A loud familiar voice boomed at me and the hound.

Whipping my head up i see Lucifer himself huffing in rage. Smirking i went back to petting the Hell Hound and chuckled. "What's the matter Luci surised to see me still kicking?"

Lucifer flared his nostrils at my mocking voice and stepped closer to me only to take a step back once he heard a threatening growl come from my new Hound. Running a hand through his hair in frustration he began to pace my living room trying to think.

"Why?! Why is it that the hounds are protecting you now?!" He yelled pulling at his hair. He turned around and glared at me when i started laughing.

"I can tell that you have failed at reclaimimg your throne. Looks like my soul is still reigning supreme." I said before getting up off the floor and dusting off the imaginary dust from my pants.

With eyes flashing red and rage evident Lucifer advances towards me only to be stopped when the Hell Hound jumps in front of me and snarls. They both hold thier ground before Lucifer backs down and pinches the bridge of his nose and shakes his head.

"Ok i get it Leena i wont hurt her." He said as he finally slumps his shoulders and leans on the back of my couch with his arms crosses.

"We need to come to an agreement here you know that right?" He questions me as he sighs.

Raising an eyebrow i place my had on my hip. "Oh do we now." I said with a condescending tone.

Pushing off the couch he raises his arms in the air. "Yes we do, as much as i love this little cat and mouse game we have been playing it needs to come to an end."

Sighing i run a hand through my hair and look to Leena she is still on high alert and in a fighting stance. " Leena relax we are just talking." With hearing her masters comand she instantly straightens up then plops on her butt and proceeds to scratch behind her ears.

"Thank you." Lucifer says looking back up to me instead of the Hound.

"What do you have in mind for a situation like this." I said as i looked away crossing my arms.

Scratching the back of his neck nervously he replied. "Honestly i have no clue this sort of thing has never happened before." Putting a finger on his chin he went inro deep thought.

"Lucifer can i ask you a question." I said placing one of my hands to my side while the other grips my bicep.

"You just did." He said while smirking at me.

Rolling my eyes i looked him in the eyes. "Im serious. Its important and might be the reason for everything."

Apon hearing this he recrossed his arms and gave me a pointed look. "Go on."

Scratching my neck nervously lile he did previously i sighed before lookong him in the eye. "Is reincarnation real?"

"Well for certain beings yes. Why do you ask?" He said tilting his head to the side.

"Becuase i think that i may have been reincarnated." I said truthfully.

".....What makes you say that?" He said hesitantly.

"Before i got rid of my soul i would have dreams. Not the normal kind like real.. like i was re living my memories only that i was someone else." I said looking away from him to the window.

Raising an eyebrow he spoke with confusion. "What does this have to do with our current situation?"

Closing my eyes i turn back to him. "Does the name Lithium Nightstar ring a bell."

Disbelief washes over his face then anger and finally shock. I tilt my head to the side and call out to him. "Lucifer you ok there buddy?"

In a small but hearable voice he said. "How do you know that name.."

"In my dreams that's what you'd call me. I would always have dreams about you, not in this form but in your true form. I wouldnt be able to see you fully though it was like a bright light that a camera wasnt focused on. I dont remember much from what i dream but that name always stood out. Who was she to you?" As i said this his eyes became wide with awe and shock.

"She... she was the only one who understood me. She wasnt made by my father but rather from death. She was his only child. You see she didnt see me as a monster that people see today. She saw me as the angel i truly was or thats what she would say. She was my best friend and my partner in crime but most of all she was my wife. After i fell Death decided to punish her as well for she fell in love with me and i her." He said with passion and anger. As he spoke my head started to hurt so i placed my hand on my head and closed my eyes. Voices started to ring in my head and progressively grew louder untill i couldnt take it anymore, as i fell to the floor Lucifer jumped to catch me. His voice was but a whisper as memories came flooding back to me and incaded my vision, a bright light consumed me and i felt whole again... i had my soul.

Part 3 coming soon.