#was he banished for messing with dark tunes and demon magic?

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Do you ever just wake up and headcanon Freed Justine as Hisui E. Fiore’s lost brother?

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A Lesson in Demonology

Warnings: Demon sex, Mirror horror, demon spit 

AO3  <<<Previous

Chapter 3

The past few days had been far too stressful, and you were certain it was not good for your skin. This was the second night of restlessness, made worse by the paranoia of being watched. But It was finally Saturday; you had the weekend to yourself. No classes and no marking for you to do, making you free to choose whatever activities you wanted to get your mind off things. The curse of the missing clothing seemed to have continued today, the only top you could find was low cut and tight, teetering on the edge of being scandalous. You couldn’t be bothered to search for the rest of your clothing, pulling the top on while grumbling to yourself. Breakfast was quiet, most of the girls choosing to be off campus over the weekend. Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of heels. “What are your plans for tonight?” the voice belonged to Madison. You blew on your coffee, “Hmm not much really. Why? Have any ideas?” you asked. “I was thinking. The younger staff hasn’t had a girl’s night out in a while, so we could all go out tonight looking like the sluts we were meant to be,” she grinned. You grinned back. A night out was the perfect way to cope with the current situation. You could drink it away and possibly end up with a decent dicking in the end. “I’m in,” you replied, confirming all the details with Madison. “I love that top by the way.” “This?” you pulled at the top, “it’s just an ASOS basic I think, I’m not sure how I feel about all the cleave though.” “It’s really nice, might even convince me to buy ASOS basic,” she flipped her hair and left. You chuckled at her antics, she had to be one of your favourite people here. With a night out waiting for you, you decided to get to the bottom of your little demon problem. //// You had been sat at your desk for hours now, trying to figure this mess out. Nothing was sticking out to you. All the possible mistakes that could have been made with the circle would not have led to the outcome your students got. It was impossible to summon a demon like that using that method, if at all. It had to have some sort of connection to the school. Biding its time for the barriers that separated earth and hell to be weak enough to let it through. But what sort of connection could this school have? As far as you were aware, there had never been demon summoning practised here. Was it a deal gone wrong? Finally collecting it’s dues? Or was he simply just bored? Restless in the underworld. Someone was bound to have answers. And something told you that you would see him again. Knowing his reasons for being here would make him easier to defeat when the time came. Whatever the case, you knew it was a new demon on the roster, one unseen throughout time. The Devil had a plan and it wasn’t a good one. With a big sigh, you put your research away, locking it away for you to get back to. You made a note of where you had put everything, clearly your scatter-brained self couldn’t be trusted with even putting your clothes away in the right place. The hallway was empty and dark when you left your office. As you turned to lock the door, you heard a creaking. The door leading to the basement was open, a chill drifted through the hallway, fear washing over you. You shook your head of all the negative thoughts, assuring yourself that some students were playing a prank. You walked straight ahead to the door, not looking around you. Maybe if you had, you might have seen that thing walking right next to you in one of the mirrors. You stopped just at the threshold of the door, trying to per inside without going any further. Your gut told you not to go in, and you listened, you always did. “Hello? Is anyone in there?” you called out. You were met with total silence. The feeling unease just got worse, making you slam the basement door shut with your magic. The bump behind your right ear started to tingle. You snapped your fingers and turned the hallway lights on, running out and into a more populated area of the school. Zoe gave you a questioning look, but chose to let it go after you smiled back. you were determined to not sleep here for tonight.

//// The dress you had chosen was short and strappy. Your makeup dark and bold, ready for a night in New Orleans. “We all look so hot!” you shouted to the group; the music was too loud to just talk. You had all bought a round each, more than enough for you to get wasted. A man in the crowd caught your eye, pulling you onto the dancefloor. You were more than happy to oblige; he was handsome and seemed decent enough. The feeling of his hands all over you made you forget about the stress of this week. It wasn’t long before he was kissing down your neck in the middle of the crowd. “Let’s go somewhere else,” you said. “I don’t live to far from here,” he replied, lightly nibbling on your ear. “I’m Gabriel by the way.” “Y/N,” you quickly replied, not wanting too much small talk. You both wrestled your way out the crowd and into the night air. //// As soon as he slammed the door shut, Gabriel was onto you. He tugged at the straps of your dress, while you tugged his shirt off. You were only in your panties and boxers as you got to the bed. Landing on your back as he crawled on top of you. As you went through the motions, the bump behind your ear began to burn, but you ignored it for the sake of pleasure. Gabriel finally thrust inside you, you to threw your head back and moaned. You hadn’t been touched like this in a while. He set a steady rhythm, kind enough to not just chase his own pleasure. He began to kiss down the side of your face, you turned to accommodate the action. You looked to the mirror at the side, almost screaming at what you saw. It wasn’t Gabriel on top of you, it was that creature you banished. The same papery cracked skin, his claws digging into your hips. You must have been hallucinating, looking back at the man in front of you. He looked at you and grinned. His teeth getting sharper, his eyes had gone pitch black. His skin paled and the black veins came through. You felt his claws now, drawing blood from the tight grip he had. His thrusting had got more erratic and you were sure from the new stretch that he had grown bigger inside you. His face morphed into the demon’s face, squeezing you neck to stop your scream. He used the opportunity to shove his fingers down your throat.

Your eyes watered at the size of him, he was far too big for any human to handle, but he seemed to take his pleasure in your pain, with the way your insides strained to accommodate him. He growled, the sound vibrating right through you. “Did you really think I’d let anyone else have you? you stupid little witch” he snarled, you could barely hear him over the sound of your own heartbeat. He pulled his fingers out of your mouth, using the opportunity to spit into it. He held your mouth shut, forcing you to swallow. Whatever it was, it burned on the way down, painfully so. “Clearly the mark I left wasn’t enough,” he growled, slapping your tits.

Despite the pain, your body was betraying you; your walls began to clench around him. The demon spat on your cunt, before rubbing your clit and bringing you over the edge. He laughed as he watched your eyes roll back and your legs convulse around him. He wasn’t too far behind, biting down on your shoulder as he filled you up, causing you to finally cry out. He pulled out of you with an obscene ‘pop’, fluid rushing out of you. His grin was bloody from the bite; using his long tongue to swipe it all up, before shoving it into your mouth. The large muscle invading every inch of your mouth, forcing you to taste your own blood. Your eyes were heavy from the exertion, your senses hazy from the unexpected treatment. He was saying something to you, but you couldn’t hear. He slapped you to bring your focus back to him. “let this be a lesson to you,” he reached behind your right ear, gently stroking the little bump, soothing the burn. You were far too drained to reply. He removed himself from your form, standing to look in the mirror. You watch as the claws retracted, the cracks in his skin closing, the colour returning. The hair tuned back to black, eyes back to brown, finally, his features shifted back to the man whose body he had possessed. You swear you saw something leave his mouth and go into the mirror. The man collapsed in a heap on the floor, but you still couldn’t move to help him. Using the last of your energy, you transmuted yourself back to your bed in Robichaux. An ominous chuckle was the last thing you heard before passing out.