To Touch The Stars

“Don’t worry. I’ll find you” He could single a human if he wanted from realms apart, but that wasn’t a thing he would speak up because he was sure that would creep the other up and the least he needed was for him to retaliate now out of being even more suspicious. The demon shrugged and smiled, he knew that the other was really considering his offer, they all did since they wanted much more power and to be able to do things that their condition as humans wouldn’t have allowed them to do. It was beautiful, to see them give up to him “Same hour, though. I hope you have your answer ready” 

Somehow, that didn’t make him feel any better. But Andrew had no way to contact the demon, so being found was the only other way. The wizard gave a huff in response, gathering his notes up to take his leave. “Don’t worry, I will.” He could make his decision in a day. Andrew just hoped that it would be the right one.

“I can give you the potential, if that is what you want” after all, that was what most of them lacked, the inner energy to be able to work certain types of magic, it was as if there were doors closed for them, whose key human species never acquired, just some specific people between eras, the most remarkable magicians of all time. But this human was just above average, and he would never be able to get to a higher level without his help and he knew it, and it was the reason why he was hesitating now. Poor little thing “What about i give you a day to think about it?” It was fair, though he knew he would accept in the end, if there was a thing that characterized humans was their infinite thirst for knowledge of things that weren’t meant for them, and he would eventually give in to his request of a small favor 

“I guess that means meeting back here tomorrow?” Andrew was going to put some genuine thought into this deal. If anything, it would be to talk himself out of it. “Unless you have a better idea.”

he’s supposed to be angry right now, don’t kiss him ! as andrew pulls back to focus on the road, deon slumps into his seat. ❝ i guess it’s a mystery. ahh, you’re so… what’s the word ? difficult ? … pretty. ❞ 

“Nope, difficult is the perfect word.” Oh dear god don’t call him pretty, he has no idea how to deal with that. “Oh, look, there’s the hospital! Let’s find the ER, shall we?” Nailed it.

wh — what ! ❝ andrew ! i’m so offended ! ❞ deon mock scoffs at the light hearted insult, placing free palm to bloodied shirt. ❝ you hurt an injured man’s feelings, babe. ❞ he sniffles, covering his face further with the towel. ❝ i’m gonna win the bet, you know. because i deserve a drink after that abuse ! ❞

“Oh, the agony you suffer at my hands.” He chuckled, leaning over the moment he stopped at a traffic light. “How do you ever put up with me?” Andrew pushed the towel out of the way as he spoke, giving Deon a brief kiss before sitting upright again.

❝ i am, i am. i wonder how many i’ll get… let’s bet. winner buys drinks. ❞ he pauses to quickly peel the towel from his head, checking the size of the wound. ❝ i bet between five and seven. ❞

“You don’t need me for that, sweetheart.” And off to the hospital they go, Andrew silently hoping that Deon wouldn’t need too many stitches. If any. (Which, again, was a most likely.) He glanced at the surfer when he saw the movement, frowning at the fact that the towel had been moved for a bit. Ah, well... “My vote’s for...hm... I’d say somewhere around ten.”

he is terribly cute, isn’t he ? deon couldn’t agree with his boyfriend more. and despite the throbbing pain in his forehead, a smile upturns his lips. ❝ come on, andy ! you so know it’s gonna be totes SICK ! ❞ he can already imagine it. ❝ and a good story to tell at parties. ❞ deon buckles himself in as andrew situates him in the passenger seat, knees brushing up against the dash.

“Yeah, if only to tell people about your lapses in judgement.” But that didn’t stop Andrew from laughing, closing the door and going to the driver’s side. He settled down pretty quickly, starting up the car. “Keep pressure on it, okay? Though I’m totally expecting you to get stitches.”

❝ what if i get a gnarly scar ? ❞

“You’re lucky you’re so cute.” He was mostly teasing, leading Deon to the car and getting him in the passenger seat. Thankfully the hospital wasn’t far, but still... “I wouldn’t really call it ‘gnarly’. Maybe nifty.” After a moment, though, he couldn’t help but smile. “Honestly, knowing you were beat by a can takes away some of the cool factor.”

deon chugs the rest of his redbull before smashing the can on his forehead ! when he moves it back, the bent aluminum tears into his skin. a geyser of blood spurts out ! he thinks it kind of looks like some extreme pimple popping. he should probably go to the hospital.

“...Why do you do this?” He’s already grabbing the towel nearby, pressing it to his boyfriend’s forehead. This was definitely going to have to take a hospital trip to fix. “...Haa... Hold this, and come on. Let’s get to the hospital before you bleed out or something.” This is why you don’t smash cans kids.

           “But I wanna.” He sounded like an immature brat, which was how he was honestly. He felt the need to act upon his urges, doing what he felt, feeling he had the right to do so. Who was going to tell him no? If they did, he’d kill them, simple as that. He had his favorite knives tucked in place, but if the other didn’t like him eat the magic sparkles all he wanted, he would shoot a clean shot through his head, caring little for the noise and mess pulling out a gun would cause. 

“Alright. But when your teeth start falling out, don’t come crying to me.” That wouldn’t really happen, even if this guy was that one person; It would be more along the lines of some discomfort in the stranger’s mouth. Or maybe some hallucinations. Magic residue was never really meant to be eaten. Andrew turned back to his book, quietly returning to his note-taking.

“Toyed? You’re not being toyed, human. If you want to be toyed with, I can” The demon chuckled, he was overly cautious, since he would end up going to hell for witchcraft, so he should at least be on good terms with the OWNER, right? The man folded his arms and just heard his argument without minding much, to not say at all, what he thought “It’s not being a hypocrite, you more or less know what you can face, you’re just giving the ma warning”  Lucifer tilted his head lightly, observing the wizard with looked like pity “You see, it’s like when I tell humans to refrain from contracting lesser demons, they often do not fulfill their words, higher ups? We are prideful, and we deliver. But do as you want, you’ll just get killed when you could have had all the power you wanted” Because he could turn him in the most powerful man in the human word if he wanted, but mediocrity was a thing among his kind 

“...I would want to still work for it,” Andrew admitted, his eyes shifting back to look at the other. “If, if, I ever accepted.” The idea of doing more, of being able to better protect himself and Deon... (He couldn’t stand the thought of Deon being hurt in any way.)

The demon sighed even though he was smiling. Ah, so disappointing, he was nothing but a mediocre human, those were getting common and common each day, they have seemed to be losing the little spark they had on his eyes, as if they weren’t duller enough already with they powerlessness and their mortality. Arms now folded, the Fallen angel shrugged “It would be your loss. You’ll never know not even more than the ten percent of what you could, you’ll just die and  you’ll not be able to protect anyone. How pitiful” he snickered, opening icy blue eyes and his smile disappearing, taking the form of a grimace instead  “I just asked for a small favour, you humans are so distrustful. If I wanted to harm you i would have done so already, as you saw i am skilled with magic” and no one would have noticed if he made him vanish into thin air and taken him somewhere else. Not that he planned doing so, but he was musing that. Their lives where so insignificant it made him laugh “But whatever. Its YOUR choice”

The wizard turned to face the other, shoulders tense. “How do I know that this favor, this deal, wouldn’t just lead to something else?” he challenged, doing his best to focus on anything other than the aura. “That you wouldn’t come back and dangle more in front of me? So my choice is no, because I won’t be toyed with! This is the sort of thing I tell people to avoid, and I’ll be damned if I became a hypocrite.”

           Chomped down on it.

Well, that wasn’t something that happened very often. Or...at all, really. This was a first. “Please don’t bite the magic?” It shouldn’t do anything to most people, but Andrew didn’t want to find out if this was that one person where something happened. “If you want to watch, that’s fine. But you can’t really do much more than watch.”

You’re so exhausted you fell asleep on our beach mat thingy so I carried you back to the car and made a second trip for all our beach shit and when I got back to the car you were literally passed out in the passenger seat I guess it’s home time but oh my GOD IS THAT THE PILE OF SEASHELLS YOU WANT TO KEEP HOLY FUCK WE CAN’T KEEP ALL OF THOSE ??!??!?1!1??! 

Lucifer’s Aura was a strange colour because even if fallen, it shone bright. Duller than the blinding, searing white it had once been, yes, but it still shone, a deep sapphire color. Lucifer noticed his reluctance, as if he was unconvinced, and he couldn’t blame the man, he was threatening looking, and his magic skills were too big, and it meant that the man was in danger. “ Hm, it all depends, the price. Depending on how much knowledge you wished for, it can go from a promise to do a favour to me, or well.. ” His expression did a 360 degree shift for a second, showing a smile full of malice. “ If you want complete power and knowledge unparalleled by any human, though, you’d have to give yourself to me once you die, but I could lengthen your lifespan as a free gift. You could do quite good things while you’re alive ” and he snapped his fingers again, setting everything into motion as if nothing had happened  

“No,” Andrew finally spoke up, shaking his head again. “I shouldn’t. It’s a terrible idea. That’s just asking for all sorts of trouble.” And yet, he was still tempted, and that had to be the most upsetting thing. Being tempted into a deal that could royally screw him over in the long run. “There’s no such thing as a good shortcut.”

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