I lay back on the couch with my feet hanging off the armrest and idly kicking the base of the couch. Earth was a hell of a lot more boring than Hell, pun intended. Still don't see why I got kicked out. Losers... And what they did to me was just... wrong. At the thought, I glance over at the other person in the room, who is apparently half of my soul. He's just sitting there in a chair, reading. Pansy.
"I'm gonna go out and terrorize some people," I announce, standing up and stretching.
"You can't do that!" he protests, gently placing a bookmark to save his place and setting the book to the side.
"And why not?" I ask, leaning over him.
"Be-Because it's not right!" he stutters, obviously more than a little intimidated. Although he gets points for actually managing to stand up to me. Sort of.
I laugh and stand up straight again, holding my arms out. "In case you missed the memo, I'm a demon. I don't really care what's right and what's not."
"But..." I watch as he bites his lip and looks at the floor, muttering something.
"Did you just say 'You don't have to be evil anymore'?" I question calmly.
"Y-yes," he steels himself and looks up at me. "You don't have to do bad things anymore! There's no reason you couldn't be a good person now!"
"Ya know," I say, rubbing my chin. "I don't think I ever thought of it..."
His eyes brighten up and it's all I can do not to smirk. "There's no one to tell you to do bad things anymore, so you could help people instead!" he says enthusiastically.
"I could... But there's just one problem with that..."
"Problem?" he asks, looking worried. It almost actually looks like he's concerned for me. Bah, whatever.
"Yeah..." I lean closer to whisper in his ear, invading much of his personal space. "I'm a demon." I growl, causing him to jump and attempt to get away. Too bad I've got him trapped in his chair. Setting my hand on the armrests effectively cages him in. "I have always been a demon and I will always be a demon," I say, pulling back just enough to look him in the eyes. "And no amount of preaching, holy water or bastards ripping my soul in half will ever change that," I whisper harshly, ghosting a mocking kiss across his lips.
I pull away and smirk, rather satisfied with myself as a whole. "Okay, I'm gonna go terrorize some people now."
"No!" Man, little bugger's quick. And now blocking the door. Dammit. I can't actually hurt him, since he's a part of me. I know, I tried that already. But he doesn't know that... "I won't let you hurt innocent people!"
"What are you, my conscience?" I ask, crossing my arms over my chest.
"I-I... I'm a part of you," he whispers, looking at the floor. "And I won't let you do anything to innocent people!" Wow. That glare would almost be scary if I didn't already know he was a pansy.
"Oh, really?" I ask, walking closer and once again invading his personal space. Which apparently makes him nervous if the way he's backing up is any indication. Except he forgot about the door behind him. I grin and continue stalking forward until I'm actually pressing him against said door. His eyes are actually kind of pretty when they're all wide and filled with that hint of fear.
"Then should I do things to you instead?" I whisper, licking his ear just to feel that delicious shiver run through him. I may not like him much, but man is he fun to play with. I gently n** the shell of his ear and start planting small kisses down his neck as I wait for a response I know isn't coming. I let my hands wander along his already bare abdomen, heading for the edge of his shirt.
He's breathing hard and making vain attempts to get away, but we both know I'm stronger. As I move on to leaving a mark where his shoulder meets his neck, he finally relaxes and mutters something.
"What was that?" I ask after making sure the hickey will last at least a couple days.
"I-I said..." he pauses, closing his eyes in an attempt to collect himself and ignore my wandering hands. What can I say? He's a part of me and I've always been a bit of a narcissist that way. "I said better me than some innocent..." he finally manages to get out.
"Well, aren't you the noble one," I comment, once more staring into his eyes. This time, he manages to hold my gaze and I know I have two options. I can fight him in an attempt to make him move out of my way. Which, while a fun option, isn't pleasant. If I'm gonna get any kind of wounds, I'd like to get some sort of pleasure to go with them. Or my other option to take him up on his offer. "You're really that desperate to keep me away from the stupid people in the streets?"
"...yes..." he says, still shaking slightly.
"Well, little one," I say, smirking, "I think you got yourself a deal."
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