Nightmare Eater

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Deimos was barely panting as he stared at the angel, fallen if the color of his wings said anything about it. This wasn’t Saoul and Deimos felt stupid for thinking it was him. He scoffed mentally at his absurd thinking that he had returned to him. He wiped his hands on his clothes not that it did much since it too was covered in blood.  “That’s good.” He said as he looked over at the vampire and then all around them. Death hung in the air and the smell of blood was thick. He scrunched up his nose and looked back at the angel. “You’re welcome. I would have walked on but i couldn’t let a fellow demon get beat up by a fucking bloodsucker.” He spat on the ground. “Deimos. I go by Deimos.” 

He eyed the male’s wings and a small smile came to his lips. “You got gorgeous wings. They look better black anyway.” He complimented, “You need healing?” He asked as he noticed that the other was in pain. 

“Aren’t you a nice one, Deimos,” Matthew answered with a smile and he could not help wanting to preen a little when the man said such nice things about his wings. “You think so?” His wings fluffed out behind him a little as one of them moved to curl around him. 

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Deimos was having way too much delight in taking off the stragglers. His torment heavy as he had no mercy for those he caught and ate. He made them relive their worst nightmares over and over until there was nothing of them left. He stayed in his human form that Saoul had loved so much. 

He clenched his chest as his pain resurfaced and it took his breath away. He dropped the vampire he was holding to the ground and walked off through the battlefield. He was a few yards away from a vampire who was beating on someone. Deimos made to walk on when something caught his eye.  He headed over to them and when he caught sight of the man on the ground…His vision narrowed and he got tunnel vision. This man looked like Saoul…was it Saoul? A vampire was beating on him and the rage that filled Deimos took over and without realizing what was happening it was over. He stood over what was left of the vampire. His clothes, hands, and face was covered in blood and he could taste it in his mouth. He spat repeatedly as he came back to his senses. 

He looked over at the man and lowered his hands to his sides. “Are you okay?” He asked in a cold, dead voice. 

The blows continued to rain down on him with enough force to hurt and fists connecting with his face caused Matthew to cry out in pain. As soon as it started did the fallen angel suddenly realise that the strigoi had stopped. Someone had stepped in to pull the vampire off him. Matthew struggled to sit up, his black wings splayed out behind him as blue eyes watched the stranger tear into the vampire. 

He was a demon, that much was certain, because no other species could look like that. But Matthew still had no idea who he was. When the man was finished, leaving the vampire a bloody mess on the ground to come back over, Matthew looked up at him and blinked. 

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Taking part in this war and not picking sides had been entertaining enough until this particular vampire had him pinned down quite badly. The man was half-witch and clearly older, which meant that he had a magical advantage and did not fall for Matthew’s tricks as easily. 

The fallen angel cursed from where he had been held down by a binding spell as he tried valiantly to get himself out of it. His magic was not working and the strigoi was looking down at him in glee as he started kicking him with the full force of a vampire’s strength. The man was clearly disgusted by his kind – demons – and was making his displeasure known quite loudly.

He clenched his chest as his pain resurfaced and it took his breath away. He dropped the vampire he was holding to the ground and walked off through the battlefield. He was a few yards away from a vampire who was beating on someone. Deimos made to walk on when something caught his eye.  He headed over to them and when he caught sight of the man on the ground...His vision narrowed and he got tunnel vision. This man looked like Saoul...was it Saoul? A vampire was beating on him and the rage that filled Deimos took over and without realizing what was happening it was over. He stood over what was left of the vampire. His clothes, hands, and face was covered in blood and he could taste it in his mouth. He spat repeatedly as he came back to his senses. 

Chase had just arrived at the castle and he was still assimilating to the environment around him. It was so much different from the United States but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t enjoy his time here. He knew there was a lot of ‘old world’ people here as one might say but that didn’t scare him in the slightest. He was walking around when he felt something bump into him. Turning he realized it was a person and checked to make sure they were okay. “Sorry about that. You good?” 

Chase had just arrived at the castle and he was still assimilating to the environment around him. It was so much different from the United States but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t enjoy his time here. He knew there was a lot of ‘old world’ people here as one might say but that didn’t scare him in the slightest. He was walking around when he felt something bump into him. Turning he realized it was a person and checked to make sure they were okay. “Sorry about that. You good?” 

Chase had just arrived at the castle and he was still assimilating to the environment around him. It was so much different from the United States but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t enjoy his time here. He knew there was a lot of ‘old world’ people here as one might say but that didn’t scare him in the slightest. He was walking around when he felt something bump into him. Turning he realized it was a person and checked to make sure they were okay. “Sorry about that. You good?” 

Deimos had taken a shower at the last master’s place before heading back to the suite. He approached the suite and cautiously opened the door, surprised it was unlocked. He felt like a teen sneaking back into his home from partying all night and trying to avoid waking up his parents. Annoyed, Deimos stepped into the suite and closed the door behind him. He barely made it across the living area when he felt more then heard Matthew. 

“Satan’s balls! you scared the shit out of me.” Deimos said as he jerked in shock when he caught sight of Matthew. “I had hoped you were sleeping or at least not in the suite.” He mumbled mostly to himself. 

Deimos had taken a shower at the last master’s place before heading back to the suite. He approached the suite and cautiously opened the door, surprised it was unlocked. He felt like a teen sneaking back into his home from partying all night and trying to avoid waking up his parents. Annoyed, Deimos stepped into the suite and closed the door behind him. He barely made it across the living area when he felt more then heard Matthew. 

“Satan’s balls! you scared the shit out of me.” Deimos said as he jerked in shock when he caught sight of Matthew. “I had hoped you were sleeping or at least not in the suite.” He mumbled mostly to himself. 

Chase had just arrived at the castle and he was still assimilating to the environment around him. It was so much different from the United States but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t enjoy his time here. He knew there was a lot of ‘old world’ people here as one might say but that didn’t scare him in the slightest. He was walking around when he felt something bump into him. Turning he realized it was a person and checked to make sure they were okay. “Sorry about that. You good?” 

Chase had just arrived at the castle and he was still assimilating to the environment around him. It was so much different from the United States but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t enjoy his time here. He knew there was a lot of ‘old world’ people here as one might say but that didn’t scare him in the slightest. He was walking around when he felt something bump into him. Turning he realized it was a person and checked to make sure they were okay. “Sorry about that. You good?” 

Deimos had taken a shower at the last master’s place before heading back to the suite. He approached the suite and cautiously opened the door, surprised it was unlocked. He felt like a teen sneaking back into his home from partying all night and trying to avoid waking up his parents. Annoyed, Deimos stepped into the suite and closed the door behind him. He barely made it across the living area when he felt more then heard Matthew. 

“Satan’s balls! you scared the shit out of me.” Deimos said as he jerked in shock when he caught sight of Matthew. “I had hoped you were sleeping or at least not in the suite.” He mumbled mostly to himself. 

“Stop being a mom and strip.” He said as he reached for the shampoo so he could lather up his hair. He wondered if he should get a cut soon or not. He wasn’t going to shave anytime soon, he liked how he looked in a beard. 

Chase had just arrived at the castle and he was still assimilating to the environment around him. It was so much different from the United States but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t enjoy his time here. He knew there was a lot of ‘old world’ people here as one might say but that didn’t scare him in the slightest. He was walking around when he felt something bump into him. Turning he realized it was a person and checked to make sure they were okay. “Sorry about that. You good?” 

Chase had just arrived at the castle and he was still assimilating to the environment around him. It was so much different from the United States but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t enjoy his time here. He knew there was a lot of ‘old world’ people here as one might say but that didn’t scare him in the slightest. He was walking around when he felt something bump into him. Turning he realized it was a person and checked to make sure they were okay. “Sorry about that. You good?” 

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Deimos could tell the other was annoyed with him. He wondered how far he could go with Matthew. It’s been months and nothing has happened between them. He was tired of this game and it was going to stop now, he let Matthew have his time to himself but now it was going to end. 

He moved fast and was instantly in front of Matthew crowding his space. He peered into his blue eyes. “If you want me to shower again. You better be joining me.” He said in a low voice, he reached out and grabbed Matthew’s shirt front and tugged him even closer. “I’m getting real sick and tired of your games,  αγάπη μου.” My love. A simple endearment that was more scornful then loving. 

Matthew’s hand came up immediately to close around Deimos’ as he continued to glare at him. He understood many of earth’s languages and the taunt was not lost on him. 

“You better be following behind me. I need someone to wash my back.” He called over his shoulder as he started to strip down, dropping his clothes as he walked, something to antagonize his master. 

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Deimos was not liking the fact that Matthew was being a creeper in the dark. He took the moment to turn on the living room light and turned to look at Matthew. He had a sudden sense of guilt which had him annoyed, no way should he feel guilty when the other had been doing his best to avoid him anyway. “More like you aren’t happy to see me.” He countered, he cringed a bit at the slight whine in his voice like he was some spiteful woman. He huffed loudly as he ran a hand through his hair. 

“I was out helping out the poor.” He said with a shrug, he straightened up his shirt which was wrinkled but he ignored that. “What does it matter to you? I’m not ruining your reputation, so don’t worry.” He said in a slightly snide tone. He stared at Matthew and he couldn’t help that his attraction to the angel was damn near obsessive. He wanted to fuck him so badly even if he just had sex not that long ago. 

Matthew was still finding this new arrangement between them very strange even a few months into the claim. It was as if the fallen angel did not know how to act or react to Deimos whenever he saw him. He had been doing fine without befriending slaves and now he had claimed one, even if Deimos had proved himself useful to him. 

“The poor…” he repeated and rolled his eyes at the other man. Matthew knew that Deimos was speaking the truth because he had been keeping tabs on him, and the fallen angel was frankly surprised at his self-restraint. He did not miss the way Deimos was currently staring at him and his blue eyes narrowed. “Go and take another shower.”

He moved fast and was instantly in front of Matthew crowding his space. He peered into his blue eyes. “If you want me to shower again. You better be joining me.” He said in a low voice, he reached out and grabbed Matthew’s shirt front and tugged him even closer. “I’m getting real sick and tired of your games,  αγάπη μου.” My love. A simple endearment that was more scornful then loving.