#demon!eddie

The book you’ve used for ages now, since late in your junior year of high school, has only one page in it that you haven’t utilized. You don’t know how much faith to put in it– you’re a little short on faith, these days– but, the spellbook lays it out simply, so you follow its directions to the letter. 

To summon a demon at a crossroads, go to a place where two paths meet on the dark moon. You find peace and quiet in the woods, deep where you know no one walks at night but two paths cross in a small clearing banked with trees. It’s your favorite place to go when you want to do a spell– ritual– and you don’t want to be bothered. The whole thing can’t be more than twenty feet across. Above the overhang of trees, there’s no moon in the sky, only stars.

Cast a circle of protection. That took more research than just the book in your hands, but years of collecting information have given you learned knowledge– there are a million ways to cast a circle, and different circles for different purposes. You do your best to create one for protection. You draw a literal circle in the dirt with a stick, fill it with salt, and walk around the circle three times clockwise to cast it. You light candles to give yourself some light, and to free up your hands of the flashlight you carried to see your way through the woods. 

Make an offering of copper. Your hand pauses on the copper dog tag in your hand. You’d thought of just offering a penny, but you remembered reading somewhere that pennies barely contain copper anymore, and you didn’t have anything else that was entirely made of the one metal. 

You run your finger over the embossed name on it. Lacey. Your pet’s old collar feels heavy in your hand as you remove the tag from the leather strap and bury it in the earth, you guess, to reach the… Underworld? Hell? You can’t honestly say, considering the text you’re referencing only calls it the Otherworld.

It’s a big sacrifice. It’s personal. But, you guess, that gives it more meaning. Making a deal is personal business, and you have your reasons.

Recite the summoning incantation. A stanza of words you don’t understand. You don’t think it’s in Latin, but you try your best, all the same. You read them from the book before you, and feel your blood rushing in your veins as you do.

State your desire out loud in a clear voice. Well, that’s a little more difficult. What is it that you want?

You take a breath, go to speak, and then stop. You don’t know how to start. You don’t know exactly how to describe your pain. You don’t know how to voice your anger well enough, you just know you need to… you need to get it out, somehow. This is a very crucial step in the ritual, you have to do it.

“I came here to make a deal,” you speak frankly, clearly. “I’m prepared to do anything. I’ve run out of options. I’ve been hurt too many times, by too many people who didn’t care what they did to me. I’ve lost everything I genuinely loved. I’m… I’m angry, and desperate, and I’m frightened. And I feel so alone. It’s eating me alive, and I just… I just want the ability to make things go my way, for once.” Good enough, you hope.

Wait for an answer.

You do. You listen intently, to the song of the leaves in the trees rustling in the slight breeze, to the crickets chirping in the grass. You wait long enough that you start to rethink your approach. 

It could be that things will turn around if you just wait another month, or another month after that. Maybe you’ll get the car back. Maybe you’ll get the promotion that was given to the newbie that you trained. Maybe your ex will stop coming around your work to intimidate you. Maybe you’ll get a new dog to take the place of the one that he killed. Maybe the evangelical town you live in will stop shunning you and calling you a witch, like something out of the middle ages.

Unlikely, that last one.

Just when you swear it’s a failure, that you should just pack up and leave, that’s when a strong gust of wind rips through the clearing out of nowhere. The candles blow out– and then, oddly enough, relight themselves. There’s a slight scent of smoke on the breeze, and you look around to make sure none of the candles fell over in the wind.

They’re all perfectly fine. There’s nothing amiss, it seems, until you hear a cough and movement across the clearing. You look forward, and see a pair of black combat boots in the stream of light from your flashlight. You follow the boots up to a pair of legs, clad in dark jeans, and then further up, to a torso, and a head, and a pair of sparkling eyes.

“Hi.”

You stare at him, probably looking like a fish out of water with the way your mouth opens and closes. You’d fully expected the traditional scary depiction of a demon– maybe horns, goat hooves, et cetera. But the man that answered your call is… just a man. A pretty one. He has long, curly hair, which falls over his broad shoulders and stirs in the wind. His plush lips curve up in a relaxed, cocky smile, as he takes in the sight of you in return. 

He quirks an eyebrow at you. “Are you just gonna stare at me all night?” 

“Sorry, hi. Hello.” You shake your head. “Can you believe I honestly thought I’ve been doing it wrong this whole time?” 

“I can believe a lot of things. You know, there’s a reason why the demon summoning ritual is first in that book.” His voice is soft and resonant. You get a mental image of heat waves radiating from tar-black and glowing magma, rolling slowly over lava beds. The image disappears just as soon as it flashes into your mind.

“Well, to be completely honest, I wasn’t sure how I felt about making a deal with a demon first thing,” you explain, looking away shyly. “But I’ve tried all the spells in this book and not a single one of them worked. Just seems like everything is getting worse all the time.”

He doesn’t look away– rather, he keeps staring at you, unblinkingly. Like you’re the most fascinating creature he’s ever seen. He leans up against the tree that he appeared beside, his leather jacket falling open to reveal a shirt with a demon’s head on it. Fitting. He takes a pack of cigarettes out of his jacket pocket. 

“So, now you wanna make a deal with little ol’ me, huh?” He grins, a gorgeous smile that flashes bright, sharp teeth at you. He lifts a cigarette to his mouth and bites it gently between his teeth. He doesn’t pull out a lighter. Instead, you watch him light up with a small flame that erupts from the tip of his thumb. 

“Depends on who you are,” you retort, eyes following the movement of his hands. They’re weighed down by large, silver rings that reflect the light of the flame before it snuffs out. “What’s your name?”

He makes a short noise in his throat, shaking his head abruptly. He doesn’t look nearly as intimidating as you feel he should– more like he’s trying to warn you against something you don’t want. He peers at you from beneath his wavy bangs as he pulls the cigarette from his mouth and uses it to point at you. “Names are really powerful things where I come from, babydoll. Best not to bite off more than you can chew yet. Once we cut a deal– that’s when you get my name.”

You make a face as you mull that over. “So what do I call you, in the meantime? Demon daddy?” 

“You could,” he chuckles. The demon rocks to the side, crossing his legs at the ankles. “If you really wanted to. I wouldn’t mind, it’s flattering.” 

You grunt. “I think I’ll pass on that, actually.” He tilts his head with a sicker, watching you with an amused smile while you shift in place. “So, do I– I mean, you need to know what I want, right? Is that how this starts?”

“No, I know what you want.” He exhales a stream of smoke from his nostrils. “You want power. To get a fair shake, find your place, change your life. Defend yourself against the assholes making that life, well. A living hell.” As he spits out the words, his voice rings sharp through the trees, like the strike of a hammer on glowing metal, shooting sparks off into the air. 

“I want to take all this pain and just… return to sender. Give it back to them, y’know? I never wanted any of it,” you justify. Your voice is too small in comparison with his. “Maybe then I’ll be able to fucking breathe.”

For how little space you allow yourself to take up, he seems to consume the rest of it. He nods slowly. “That’s a fair request, sweetheart.”

“It’s selfish, I know.”

“Making a deal for power is inherently a selfish thing,” he shrugs. “Own it. I’m certainly not judging.”

You let out a shaky breath. You’re still so nervous, being so near him– ten feet away and growing closer every second, it seems, even though neither of you have moved. You feel like, no matter how far you pull back, the flow of fiery lava he seems to embody will keep creeping towards you until you’re burned alive.

His dark eyes glow like coals in the night as he looks you up and down, and then he quickly pushes himself away from the tree. You startle at the abrupt movement, and watch as he swings around it like Gene Kelly on a lamp post. 

When he rounds the tree, he uses the momentum to throw himself toward your circle. You flinch, and he frowns, but continues moving toward you at a slower pace, holding his hands out innocently. “Wanna know a secret? About how all this,” he twirls a finger in the air, indicating the ritual you’re in the middle of, “works?”

You nod, gazing up at him shyly. If you felt at all powerful while casting the circle and starting the ritual, he’s managed to take the wind out of your sails. You can feel the power radiating off of him in waves.

He smirks at you. “You make your petition– when you say the words in that little book,” he points at the volume at your feet, “and that petition is answered by whichever demon caters most to that desire.” He points at himself emphatically, his eyebrows raised. “Me? Infernal majesty of freaks and misfits. I’m your demon daddy.”

You finally giggle, and it makes him smile fondly, like that’s what he’d been gunning for all along. He backs up a step and puffs his cigarette. 

“I’m here to help you, sweetheart.” He regards you for a second, like he’s thinking things over. “That is, as long as you agree to my terms.”

“Terms?” You echo, but you were sort of expecting that. Nothing for nothing, right? “What are the terms?”

“Ah, they’re simple. Very traditional,” he waves his hand like it’s frivolous. He holds his hand out in midair, and just like how he’d conjured the flames, he produces a weathered book. It looks like a composition book that has scribbles and doodles all over the front of it– the same demon head that adorns his shirt. “You sign your name with your blood in my little black book, you hop on one foot with your hand on your head and pledge your undying fealty to the dark lord Kthulu, and then you meet me on the sabbath to kill a child and make them into soup.” 

He smiles, fluttering his eyelashes at you innocently. 

“Are you fucking serious?” You blurt. 

“Of course I’m not fucking serious– what is this, the dark ages?” He snorts as he lowers the composition book. “Nah, we don’t do human sacrifice on the sabbath anymore, it was getting too difficult to evade the witch hunters.”

“What?”

“Nothing.” He flashes you a disarming grin. You can feel yourself halfway smirking as well, incredulous but somehow enjoying his humor. Then he shakes his head and says, seriously, “No, you do have to sign my book, though. And then meet me back here on the full moon to fuck.”

You blink at him, reeling from the whiplash of that. “You… I’m sorry?”

“I find it best not to sugarcoat it, y’know.” He shrugs, “Think of this as a marriage, of sorts. I give you the power to smite thine enemies, live deliciously, blah blah blah, and then you meet me at the crossroads every full moon to be my whore and we fuck like bunnies all night. Simple as that.”

“That’s far from simple.”

“It doesn’t have to be monogamous, if that’s what you’re worried about,” he continues frankly, “except on the full moon. I won’t compromise about that– you’ll be all mine, and I’m all yours. No takesies backsies.”

“No– that’s not–” You exhale, holding your hands over your eyes. “I’m just… not promiscuous like that…”

“Sweetheart.” He waits until you’ve lowered your hands to look at him, and he hums, with a saccharine smile that reminds you of the power you’d felt sweep through the clearing when he arrived. “You won’t be the first good girl I’ve broken, and you won’t be the last. If you’re worried about promiscuity, well… I answered your petition. I know what goes on in that pretty head, and it barely scratches the surface of what I’ve seen and done.” 

The toe of his boot barely nudges the edge of your circle, and a spark crackles in the dark from the impact. The light dances in his eyes longer than it remains in the air, like they caught the spark and ignited. 

“Trust me,” he says, drawing you in with the low register of his voice. “I can give you more than power. I can give you protection. I can give you real happiness. Karma’s a fucking bitch, so I can be, too. This is just such a little thing in return. And who knows… you may even like it.”

You shiver at that, even though his presence feels hot, like his stream of lava is surrounding you, crowding you in, boiling you where you stand. He’s right– you absolutely might like it. 

Because there’s just something magnetic between you, isn’t there? You can sense it, more than any heat and any sort of primal fear you might have instinctively at his presence. There’s a certain pull you feel toward him, emanating even through the salt barrier on the ground. 

You want to wrap yourself in him. Boil you alive, burn you to a crisp, destroy you– you don’t care.

“Or… is it that you don’t like this body?” He wonders aloud, striding backward two steps. He turns, his hand lifting his seemingly ever-burning cigarette to his lips. “Figures– y’know, I can be anything you want me to be, babydoll.”

Confused, you watch as he transforms in front of you. In the length of two steps while he paces across the clearing, his face and body stretches and contorts, until you’re not staring at the same visage anymore. He stops, and he turns to you with his palms up, like he’s waiting for your approval. 

You’re looking at Tom fucking Cruise. 

“Oh, no, absolutely not,” you shake your head vehemently, scowling. You wave your hands demandingly, “Put it back. You were so hot before– please, please go back to the way you were.”

The demon grins and turns his head, throwing the cigarette away. His hair grows back to its previous length, his face morphing as if made of clay until you meet the same pretty smile you’ve come to enjoy looking at. 

He chuckles, grabbing a lock of his hair and drawing it across his lips. “You think I’m hot?”

“Of course,” you murmur, but you know beyond a shadow of a doubt that he can hear it. His eyes are embers, blazing at you from beneath his bangs. “Is that what you normally look like? Is that your true form?”

He makes an iffy sound. “It’s what I looked like when I was human. My true form has more horns and unhinged jaws and claws and all that. You wouldn’t like it.”

“I thought you said you could read my mind. Do you know how much monster porn I’ve consumed? That’s hot as shit to me,” you argue, and he snaps his head towards you in surprise. You point at yourself. “Freak and misfit.”

He laughs, and it sounds like the roaring of an out of control fire, burning up everything in its path. He kicks his heel on the ground and steps up to your circle again. “I like you, baby. I really do. What do you say?”

“How do I know that I can trust you?” you ask, an annoying lump forming in your throat with the question. You’ve been burned before by people far less powerful than this demon, yet who still hold so much power over you. However much they have.

“You can’t,” he answers, more honestly than most would. He tilts his head with a crooked smile. “Not to get all preachy on you, but even if I wasn’t a demon… trust is built, not a given. ‘The devil you know,’ right? Better than the one that you don’t.”

“Yeah,” you agree, your voice coming out breathy and winded the longer you gaze up into his eyes.

“Trust me to be… intense, I guess,” he shrugs. “And probably impulsive. But I’ll always deliver on our deal. Be my witch, my wife, my whore– whatever you want to call it, but be mine. I think we’ll have so much fun together.”

“Yeah, I think– I think I will.” You’re nodding, and his smile grows with yours. “I want to.”

“Let me in, sweetheart.”

Your toe scuffs the boundary on the ground, breaking the circle. Immediately, your senses are assaulted by smoke, not just the tobacco he’s been smoking but the scent of a wildfire, of cities burned to ashes, of desolation and destruction and pyroclastic flow and roaring, exploding volcanoes. 

Your demon crosses the line you’d drawn on the ground with ease, producing the worn composition book in his hand again. The cover reads Hellfire Club in chicken scratch handwriting. 

“Are there others?” You ask, prompted by the word Club on the front as he flips open the book to a middle page. An agreement is already written out in red ink. “Do you have more than one, um…”

“Consort?” He whispers in your ear. Goosebumps rise on your skin, and your stomach flutters. “Not for a long time. I’m very picky about my partners. They have to be just as much of a freak as I am.”

Your heart thumps loudly in your chest, although the admission makes you feel… better, in a way. You squint in the dark, but with the exception of the candles around your circle, there’s nothing to allow you to properly read what’s written on the page. 

He sighs, shifting on his feet beside you. “Are you one of those people who’ll read the whole contract?”

“Absolutely I am,” you hum. The book feels heavier in your hands than it should. “Can you give me a light?”

“Jesus Christ.” He produces a flame from his forefinger just as you turn to give him a confused look. 

“Shouldn’t you, like… evaporate after saying that?”

In the yellow glow of the flame, he just blinks at you, looking amused. “Things aren’t as black and white as you think they are, believe me.”

You snatch his wrist and yank his arm closer to the page. His body collides with yours, and he grunts in your ear as he wraps his other arm around you, embracing you from behind. You’re engulfed in the scent of smoke and the heat of his flames, impossibly hot and comforting all the same. 

His hair brushes your shoulder as you read his contract. It’s just a few lines, but the weight they hold will seal your fate. 

The agreement made this night of the dark moon shall henceforth be enacted from the signing of this document, that hereby renders the human party’s soul bound to the infernal party. Witness that the first party must appear before the second party each full moon to lay in matrimonial fashion, and that in return the first party shall be protected and given the powers of the second from here until the human’s mortal passing. 

“Aww, that’s sweet,” you coo, tracing the red ink with your fingers. 

The demon over your shoulder rolls his eyes. “It’s a fucking pre-nup.”

“Doesn’t seem like a fair trade, though, does it?” You murmur. “I mean, I get the power to change my circumstances and you get– what– sex once a month?”

His hand tightens on your waist, and you pause. You turn your head to look at him, and his eyes flicker dangerously, so close to yours. They aren’t just glowing coals- this close, you can see the small details. You can see the swirling, the churning of lava within them.

“It’s not just sex, is it?”

“What do you think making a deal with a demon entails, sweetheart? Read the fine print.”

You look back at the page. There are no other words on it, save for the ones you’ve already read. “I don’t…?”

“It’s your soul, honey,” he mutters, pointing at the word. His mouth is muffled against your shoulder as he peers over it. “I won’t ask anything of you other than the sex, as long as you live. But right now, you’re offering up your soul. And once your life is up, you get to be just like me. Understand?”

“I… yeah. I understand.” You let go of his wrist, but pause over the pages of the book. “I don’t have anything to sign with.”

Wordlessly, the demon takes your hand. You let him caress your wrist, feeling your pulse with his thumb. Then, before you realize what’s happening, a sharp sting makes you yelp as he cuts your skin with his pointed thumbnail. 

He shushes you, letting the blood well up on your skin. “I did say you needed to sign with blood.”

Your voice shakes when you hold your dripping wrist over the page. “I thought you said you were joking.”

“Not about the book. Rules of the trade, I can’t change it.” Your blood splatters the notebook, dripping into the crease of the page. Once he’s satisfied, he lifts your wrist to his mouth and closes his lips around the small wound. It heals in a heartbeat. 

“Is that it, then?” You ask, mesmerized by the sight and feeling of his mouth on your skin. “Don’t you have to sign?”

Your demon kisses your wrist gently, his lips soft, inviting. “This is going to hurt,” he warns, and you nod. The heat of his breath makes your skin tingle, all your nerves on high alert. 

But then that tingling turns into a burn, that turns into a searing pain. You feel like your skin is on fire, an invisible hot brand held against your wrist. You cry out as he holds you close, letting you bury your face into his neck, holding you up as your knees threaten to buckle. 

“Such a good girl,” he murmurs to you as you whimper. He holds your arm as the pain fades into a throbbing ache, cradles your hand against his cheek as he coos into your hair. “You’re so strong. Not many people can handle my mark, you know. Fate works in funny ways.”

Your demon holds you until you can stand on your own, until your breathing evens out and you can compose yourself. He shushes you quietly, rocking you from side-to-side with a soothing hand stroking your head. Then he holds your face, and kisses your tear stained cheeks. The touch of his lips stokes at flames beneath your skin.

“I’ll look forward to our time together, little witch,” he whispers. And with a quick, chaste kiss to your lips, he disappears entirely. 

You stay in the circle for a while, clutching your throbbing wrist and crying frustrated tears. You wonder if you made the right decision, and yet, you don’t understand why you just want him to come back. You miss the comfort of his presence, even if you don’t know enough about him to justify it. All he did was hurt your arm and take your blood and kiss away your tears and make you a witch. 

It’s too late to go back on your decision now. There’s an all-encompassing fire you can feel burning in your veins, emitting from the pulsating wound on your wrist. His power. His fire. 

You pull your hand away from your wrist to finally inspect the mark that he branded you with, declaring you his in the same chicken scratch that had been on the cover of his book. It’s small enough that a well placed bracelet would cover it, but you don’t know that you’ll want to.

Eddie.

Your demon’s name is Eddie.

They look at each other for a long while, until his eyes dip. 

"You done?" Eddie looks pointedly at her stilled hand. She sighs with frustration. 

"It's way different from this angle," she complains. 

Eddie laughs out loud, the sound echoed by the collapsing church that used to tower over the townsfolk. 

"Need a hand?" he offers, rolling his eyes when she eyes his claws with distrust. He flicks out his tongue instead. "Need a tongue?" 

Eve's totally on board for that, clambering out of the water, her hazelnut hair dripping over her curves. The wet shine on her skin reflects the dancing flames and Eddie would be in love if he knew how to.

"Weren't you appalled that I was watching you just seconds ago?" he laughs at her, a little bit mean, but he already knows she can take it. 

"Turns out I like that," she shrugs without shame, making Eddie's smile grow. The sight of his sharp teeth doesn't deter her either. In an instant, he has a lap full of a human, or at least as much of one there was left in Eve. He has her tits right in his face and he wouldn't be a demon if he didn't give them a taste, licking the river water off her skin. She sighs, fingers tangling in his unruly mane of hair, seeking purchase in his horns. He groans when she grabs them, and wraps his arms around her, pressing into her skin so he can flip them around, and lay her down in the bed of grass. 

Her yelp turns into a delighted laugh and Eddie trembles with the sound. They don't make witches like that anymore. Free and open to the joys of life, ready to frolic and mingle with the things Unknown. Christianity made it so hard for demons and fae to get laid. 

He presses hot kisses down her torso, spends extra time sucking around her navel, then nibbling around her mound, hiking her thighs higher and higher, nosing at the crease there, inhaling her scent, until he gets to his destination. It takes two, three expert licks for Eve to lock her legs around him and scream into the night. 

Eddie gently laps up around her hole, her juices too precious to let fall on the grass below. Her breath hitches and she trembles but doesn't move away. 

"Do you want more?" he asks, black eyes searching for an answer. 

Her eyes are still full of fire.

"Yes."

So he gives her one more, then three, until he loses count and his tongue is numb and Eve's but a puddle of human-shaped limbs underneath him. When he laps at her entrance, drunk himself on her smell and taste, she spreads her legs invitingly, eyes blown and impossibly wide, sparkling with flames. 

They stare into each other's dark eyes as he slithers his tongue inside. He rubs against her walls, searching for her face for a reaction, but she's too out of it for anything more than an involuntary twitch of muscles. However, when he moves away, she seems disappointed. He crawls up her body to properly look at her face, but before he can say anything, she lurches forward.

Kissing is not something he's used to in such circumstances, but he indulges anyway, letting her tongue inspect the sharp points of his teeth, and maneuver his hand on her breast. He squeezes, laps, and sucks, letting himself get lost in this new dance. 

"You know," he says when she breaks away to restore oxygen. "I don't do that outside of sealing a deal," he admits.

Eve blinks at him owlishly. 

"You don't kiss just for fun? Aren't you a demon?"

Eddie barks out a laugh. 

"I guess kissing is too tame for our tastes." 

"What's your taste?" she asks, curiosity radiating off of her in hot waves. 

He hums, caressing her side.

"Insane witches, apparently."

"What do you do with them?" she presses on, her leg moving dangerously high up his body, the coarse hair of his thighs not enough to deter her.

"Well, personally..." Eddie likes to play with his food, a habit he couldn't shake since his childhood, so he rolls away from Eve to lie on his side instead. To placate her, he starts playing with the hair that grow low on her belly. "I collect the resurrected witches and show them around. You'll get a tour of Hell and any other realms you wish to see, and then I'll help you settle wherever you feel like."

With every word, the pout on her face only grows. 

"You're not keeping me?" she asks, playing up the whine in her voice, but he knows there are genuine feelings behind it. 

"Witches aren't meant to be tied down," he explains apologetically. "They're free spirits abusing the laws of reality." He reaches for her hand to press a kiss against her fingers. "It's a power best wielded in solitude."

She pries her hand away and sits up.

"Why would I want the power if I can't share it? Don't witches have like... familiars? Or something?"

Eddie frowns.

"A witch of your power doesn't need one. They're meant to amplify and aid spells, and you're pretty much on the same level as a common demon."

"Are you a common demon?"

"Yes," he nods. 

"So we can't make a deal?" she presses on. 

His frown deepens. 

"Why would you want a deal with someone equal in power? Deals are made between a master and a servant."

"But is it not possible? Can't I have an equal by my side? A partner in crime?"

Maybe he should backtrack on her being his favorite. She's asking too many questions, ones he's not used to from a freshly reborn witch. He sighs. 

"Technically you can, but it's an exclusive deal. You're tied for eternity, you belong to each other. It's not a common practice," he says, playing off what he's been told and overheard. "Master-servant contracts have an expiration date and are easier to break. I'm not sure a deal like that could even be broken."

Eve wraps her hands around her knees, processing the information. 

"So I could tie a demon, or an equally powerful being, to myself for all eternity?" 

Somehow, Eddie doesn't like the idea of Eve making a deal like that with a random demon. He nods, though.

"Yes."

"Let's say I'd want to do that with you, right now. How would that look?" she asks curiously. 

He thinks about it, imagines it, and it pains him deep into his core. 

"A simple deal is sealed with a kiss or a blood pact. A deal between equals requires an intercourse."

"Huh."

The idea doesn't seem appalling to her, which doesn't surprise him at this point. He can feel her eyes sliding down his body.

"You're not going to find my dick like that," he says with amusement. 

She huffs but doesn't budge, searching his gaze instead. 

"Wouldn't you want to make me yours? And you mine?"

Eddie considers it. 

"I never thought about it before," he admits. "Is that something you'd want?"

She lays back on the grass with a sigh. 

"I'm just tired of being alone. Of nobody staying. You're the nicest person I've met in years, and you're not even human." He laughs at that, and she turns towards him with a smile. "You burnt a village for me." She frowns. "Unless you do that for all the witches."

Eddie quickly shakes his head. Too quickly.

"Only the most mistreated ones," he admits. 

"Is it a pity thing, then?"

"No," he protests again. "I wanted to do something nice for you."

Eve smiles. 

"Thank you."

He smiles back, and when he leans down, she meets him for a lazy kiss. 

"Would you make me yours?" she asks when they part and the offer sounds alarmingly tempting. 

"You should meet other demons before making a commitment like that," he says, and she rolls her eyes. Then, his ears twitch as he finds the perfect distraction for them both. 

"You ready to hunt?" he smiles down at her, wide and dangerous. "Someone escaped the fire."

He was right. Of course, there were more wicked souls to take with him back into the depths of his home, to dump upon some imp who loved to torture and torment. 

As the night went on, he couldn’t help but feel a shift in the breeze as he crouched atop a high roof, watching and waiting for another bounty. Then, the most wonderful scent filled his nostrils. It was like heaven, if there were such a place for him.

He sniffed the air like a hound dog tracking its prey. Magically poofing into thin air only to appear three rooftops away, he searched for what could smell so delicious. 

It only took a matter of minutes until he found you. Your sweet smell permeated through the air and he felt like he could get drunk on it if only he were closer. 

Souls usually never smelled this good, this intoxicating. The ones he encountered on a daily basis, the souls of the truly evil, smelled of rot and decay. Some even smelt of sulfur, pungent, and singed the nose. But not you. Your soul was a bed of freshly picked flowers, honey drizzled on a warm pastry. He couldn’t get enough of it. 

So, he followed you into the night. Sulking through the shadows keeping a watchful eye. 

In his diligence, he sees you stumble and in a flash he's behind you, catching you before you land on your ass. 

You let out a small yelp, expecting to feel the hard ground under you. You don't. You feel two warm hands holding onto your waist, keeping you steady. 

You turn around to thank your savior only to stop suddenly in your movement. You've never felt this feeling before, this warmth spreading through your stomach and the small tingles in your limbs. Yet you know what it is. You've heard of others meeting their soulmates but never had you imagined this meeting would make the group feel like it were shaking beneath your feet.

As you look at him, you realize he isn't entirely human. The back of your mind is screaming at you to cower, to run away and hide. But you don't. The pull of your soulmate stops you from being terrified by those curving horns protruding from his mess of curly hair and the spade tail that had curled its way around your ankle.

It feels like a giant lump in your throat when you start to speak. 

"H-" you swallow. "Hi." 

He stares at you, his golden eyes slit like a cat, taking you in. "Hello."

His voice is deep and rich, almost a purr. 

Eddie thinks you smell even better up close. His nose is picking up even the faintest scents now, the blood running through your veins, the wetness forming between your thighs. 

"Are you my soulmate?" You ask, eyes wide.

Eddie thinks for a moment. He'd never heard of demons having a soulmate. At least no other demon he knew had one, they all just assumed that would no longer have one thanks to their so-called "fall from grace". 

But that would explain your smell. How it was so unique he had never smelled it before. It would also explain why you weren't running from him, screaming, trying to get away. 

Finally, he speaks. "I believe so."

He reaches out his hand, fingers long and thick, and he catches your upper arm. It's like his mind has been taken over by some primal instinct as he pulls you flush to him.

You don't try to fight it. Instead, you nuzzle into him. He smells wonderful, like the smoke from a burning cedar tree and something you can't quite place. 

Then you feel it. The arousal that's started to pool in your panties. You've just met this creature and now he's making you hornier than you've ever been, and you know he knows too with the way his fingers are gripping your skin. 

Eddie is trying to hold off, trying not to take you where you're standing. He's been so lonely for so long and now here you are smelling so sweet that he just has to have a taste. 

He slides his hands up to cup your cheeks. He surges forward while also bringing you to him. When your lips connect, he feels a strong tingle down his spine to the tip of his tail.

You feel something too. A sense of want and need but also belonging. His lips on yours feel like home, like someplace familiar, where you are meant to be. 

Lips pressing on each other's he opens his mouth and presses his tongue into yours, slipping past your teeth and into the warmth of you. He hums and how well you fit together like this and can't help but wonder how well other parts of you will fit. 

He lets out a groan when you slink your arms around his neck, pulling him into you more. 

You've both become needy. Trying to devour one another in the half-light of the street. 

You whimper, legs pressing together. "Take me." Your voice is quiet against his lips, barely above a whisper. "Take me please." You need him, badly. 

Eddie hums against you. Hands still pressing against your cheeks, still pulling you to him.

You know this is going way too fast and so does he but carnal desires can't be stopped once they've started. Not if you're a touch-starved demon and his soulmate.

A gust of wind whips your hair and your stomach drops like when you move way too fast on an amusement park ride.

You gawk when you pull away from the demon to survey your surroundings. You weren’t on the sidewalk anymore. No, you were in a bedroom. 

He watched as you walked around the enormous room. Fingers danced over the wooden posts to the bed. Your eyes were full of wonder as you took in what could only be described as a room taken straight out of an episode of Game of Thrones. 

There were red and black fabrics thrown about the room, several rugs covered the stone floor. Candelabras were lit sporadically around the room as well as torched lining the walls between tapestries depicting gruesome battles.

You turn back to him and are met with heavily lidded eyes. He disappears only to reappear directly in front of you. You gasp.

He brushes a strand of hair away from your face as he says, "You are mine now. Forever." Then he's crashing his lips onto yours once more. 

You crave him, so deep down in your core that it hurts to not have him touching you. So you claw at his clothes. The 80s metal shirt you hadn't realized he was wearing and the leather jeans. 

He follows your lead, taking each item of clothing off until all that was left was his pale skin glowing in the candlelight. He carefully begins to pull your own clothes off, only continuing when you nod your head at his questioning gaze. 

Then, when you are both naked, he mounds his mouth to your skin. Kissing and nipping up and down your neck and shoulders. He walks you backward catching you with strong hands when your knees hit the bed and give out. 

"You're so soft…" He speaks his hands roaming over your hips and backside. "Never felt something so soft in my whole existence."

You can't help but chuckle and let your own hands drift over his strong chest, nails scratching, creating long red marks down his pecs and stomach. 

Leaning up, you kiss him again. Slow and soft and all at once. You pull him down with you as you fall back on the bed. He follows, catching himself with solid arms on either side of you. 

His body covers you completely. 

You break away from the kiss. His dark, lustful, loving eyes stare into yours with an intensity you've never encountered before. 

As you look back at him, eyes exploring every inch of his face, you ask, "What's your name?" 

He looks a little shocked at the question but answers nonetheless. "Eddie."

You hum in response. "I like that name." You bring his back to you and kiss along his cheek over the bridge of his nose to the other cheek. 

"Yeah? I'll make you scream it after a while." He grins wickedly. "But for now I would like to take my time with you. Feel you. Own you."

He takes his fingers and trails them lightly over the contours of your body erecting goosebumps in their wake. Starting from your shoulder, over your collarbone, between your breasts, and past your navel. They stop just above your pussy. 

Impatiently you buck your hips. 

"Now now." He admonishes, taking his hand away. "Don't try and rush me, pet." 

You whine but concede. 

His fingers begin to touch you between your thighs. Massaging into the plush flesh. You sigh, in contentment. 

"Eddie-" His name is a whisper on the wind. 

His spine tingles when he hears you. He never thought those two syllables of his name could ever sound as good as they do when you say them. 

He wants to hear you say it again. He wants to hear you say it over and over and over until your voice gives out. 

"Say it again," He growls. 

And you gasp it out. "Eddie!" When his fingers gently push through your folds. 

The wetness he finds between your legs has him vibrating. All this just for him, your soulmate. He spreads the slick around, savoring how you shudder in his hold when he swipes over your clit. 

He doesn’t want to wait any longer, he’s hardly holding it together as it is. He wants to feel you wrapped around him. 

So, he moves. Thick fingers wrap around your ankles and pull your legs apart. He slots them on either side of himself before pulling you flush, the backs of your thighs meeting the tops of his. 

With no moment to waste, Eddie takes his cock into his hand and gives it a few pumps. He’s huge. Long and thick around. You have no idea how he’s going to fit but you desperately need him inside of you. 

“Please. Need your cock in me.” You beg and wiggle your hips ever so slightly. 

He just chuckles and guides the tip to your waiting entrance. You think it’s fine when he first pushes in, slowly. But as he keeps going, he keeps stretching you. In seconds you are turned into nothing more than a whimpering mess. 

People had talked about how the first time with their soulmates had gone. How the sex was the best they had ever had, how it was so good they couldn’t get enough. But this… This was earth-shattering. 

Maybe it was because your soulmate obviously wasn’t human but you know this isn’t the feeling that normal soulmate copulation tends to elicit. 

You can practically feel you becoming one. Your walls are molding around him the further in he goes, and his cock hits every single spot inside you that brings pleasure. It’s been less than a minute and you’re already shaking.

Eddie falls forward, caging you in below him. His head rests between your neck and shoulder where he opens his mouth and lets his tongue lave at the sweat beginning to cast over you. Even your skin tastes sickeningly sweet. 

His mind is becoming foggy, your cunt is sucking him in, forming to him. He can't help but mutter, “You were made for me… Fuck you feel so good.”  

His lips brush against your neck, sending shivers down your spine. His chest presses against yours and you can feel his heart beating against your skin. It’s all so much for the both of you. 

You’re moaning, loud, and uncaring as he ruts into you. You cry his name, “Eddie!” He just growls when he hears you. 

“Need you so bad.” He grunts. “Need you so so bad.” 

You can feel him all over you. Every place your skin touches, even the slightest bit, is lit up, tingling with a sensation akin to icy hot. 

It hasn’t been that long. He hasn’t been inside you for that long but you can feel that tightness forming. That all too familiar sensation of ecstasy banging at the door to be let out. You moan, trying to hold yourself back. Your hands cling to the demon, nails biting through his skin. 

You can feel him smiling against your neck as his hips move just a tiny bit faster. 

“Let go.” He says. “Let go and show me how good I can make you feel.”  

It’s like his words have some kind of power over you. You can feel yourself letting go. That tightness pulling ever tighter until it snaps. 

His grip tightens and he's pushing deeper, faster. Your orgasm crashes through you, washing over you in a powerful, unstoppable wave. You feel yourself trembling, your body shaking, and spasming. 

“That's it. That’s a good girl. Feel so good cumming around my cock. 

Eddie is still pumping into you, close to his own release. “Say my name.” He mewls, lips coming to slot against your own. 

“Eddie,” You moan. 

“Again,” He begs.” 

“Eddie.” 

“Louder. Scream it if you have to.”

And you do. You scream his name and as soon as you do you feel his cock twitch inside you and right after he lets go. Moaning and whimpering against your mouth. 

He doesn’t move to get off of you, even after he’s spilled everything he could inside of you. He lays there, his body weight a comfort to you.  

You wrap your arms around him and close your eyes as you savor the moment. He finally pulls away and you open your eyes to see him smiling down at you. He leans in and kisses you softly on the lips. 

“I’m so glad I found you,” he whispers. 

He is so screwed, so screwed. He can’t let anyone know but him.

Jason's parents lost their jobs, money starting losing and may lose the house. He can’t let anyone see him poor and can’t let anyone make him weak. Blondie doesn’t want to be poor like him or call a freak like him. He can’t have that. No fucking way.

Jason knows that he works with satanic. Want to ask him to see if he can help his parents to get their jobs back or be rich again

Jock is looking for him, but can't find him in any classes that are always with him but not there. Of course, he would never be there, not in the class room with Mrs. O'Donnell or chemistry or not even gym.

Finally at lunch time, it'll be easy to find him. As Jason enters the room and looks at the hellfire club table. He is sitting there and talking to other boys.

Jason is on the move to the club table, he is very nervous to talk to him because he knows that he is the devil, worshiping the satanic. Not sure if he’s really screwed or not but no choice to save his parents.

He’s standing in front of him and he look up at him

“What the fuck do you want, Carver?” Brown hair growled

Shit, he already made him nervous, possibly starting to freak out and possibly run out of the lunch room but he doesn’t want to let anyone see him weak. So he won’t show his fear

“I need your help, Munson”

Eddie start blast bark laughing out and the table group join him

“Holy shit!” He turned to look at his group “Carver needs Freak help! Wow. I really need that laugh” back look at jock, scanning his face and it was serious, his face drop “oh shit, you do need my help?”

Jason gulps, “yes I do need your help. Alright? All I know that you’re work with the fucking devil”

“Oh for fuck sake” as metalhead look away, hand on his forehead in annoying. “Hellfire is not satanic worship. It’s a Dungeon and Dragons, you know, the game? Satanic is not fucking real”

“I want to make a deal. You’ll talk to him and help my family. I’m begging you” Blondie huffed

Eddie squinted his eyes to look at his face, scanning to see if he told lies or any hints. Nothing. He is just not sure about Jason, everytime he tricks him and always beats him up when no one looks around. Jock treats him like garbage. Blondie and Jocks took Eddie to the bathroom and dipped his head in the toilet, the worst day in his life.

Lights bulb

He wants to get him back. He wants him to pay. He wants to hurt him. He wants to ruin his life. He want his blood

“Okay”

Jock shot eyebrows up in surprisedly, he wasn’t expecting that at all, he swore metalhead wouldn’t help him out but he is helping him out.

“But first-“

Great, he’s not finished…

“-I need a virgin lady”

Jason choked from the shocks. Why would Eddie need a virgin lady? But he doesn’t know any ladies who is virgin so he have no choice but ask

“But I don’t know any who’s” Blondie grumbled

Metalhead grinning like a Cheshire Cat and then brown eyes scanning around to find the lady, he knows which one because his ears are all over the place. Eddie is a very gossiping person, loves to overhear ladies talk about men, women, date, sex.

Eyes on Barbara, oh yes she’s a virgin but definitely not Jason type. Heather? Eddie’s very sure that Billy took her. Carol lost her v-card by Tommy and- ahh.

“There she is,” his finger lifted up pointing at the lady who was sitting alone on the lunch table, reading Magic’s Pawn by Mercedes Lackey with the cute round glasses and messy buns. Wearing black hoodie with a hippie pink frog and long black skirts, it looks really comfortable.

Jason, find you. He doesn’t know much about you but all he knows is that you are very quiet, no friends, shy and never had relationships, doesn’t answer or ask the teacher, not even raise your hand up.

“Are you sure? She’s not my-“

“Do you want my help or not?” Curly hair growled, brown eyes turned dark, almost evil.

Jock rolling his eyes, “fine. What do you want me to do? Take her virgin?”

“NO!” He quick answer

Everything went quiet as glanced at the hellfire club table, murmuring wondering what the freak yelled at jock for.

Jason can feel everyone's eyes on him, already feeling so uncomfortable and nervous. This is why he doesn’t want eyes on him like a freak if they find out that he’s going to be poor soon.

Eddie huffed, stand up to stare at blue eyes, that stupid fucking blue cold eyes. “You can’t take her fucking virgin, Carver. I need virginity blood so I can bring Satan out from hell and you will make a deal with him. Got it?” he said through gritted teeth, clenching his jaw a little.

Jason can see the fire in his eyes, almost like a psycho and his voice sounds poisonous. He was right, Eddie is devil

Jock shook his head.

“Good. Now ask her out and take her to fake dates or whatever you can do with fuck magic, make her to trust you and bring her to the Creels house on halloween night before midnight. So you got less then a week”

He sat back down and back to talking to his group about the next games.

Jason just standing still, staring at him, is he really serious? Ask you out, make you trust him and- oh fucking hell. Blondie is on the move to you.

Metalhead watching him going as devilish smirk

“Are you really serious? This thing again?” Gareth asks, whining.

“Guess we have to do it all over again. Every fucking halloween.” Jeff stressed as cross his arms. Both boys are not really looking forward to this because they’ve been doing that every year, all they want is to relax and watch horror movies, eat pizza and popcorn.

“Oooh don’t worry boys, he's a very lucky one..” Eddie smiling, showing teeth. Oh yes you are very very.. lucky one, Carver. He think himself

You love the quiet day, well except you’re in the lunch room with a loud crowd but they seem quiet to you because you easily ignore them.

You were born and raised in Hawkins with mom and dad but dad was never home, just hardly and possibly cheating on mom. She doesn't seem to care about it, all she wants is to have his money to keep alive. She works with Joyce, kinda friends with her.

You do like to be yourself. You tried to make new friends a while ago but you hate them because they always talk about boys, marriage, money, future or sex, they’re always the same so you prefer to be alone.

You didn’t hear that someone calling your name, they yell again as you shoot up and look at Jason standing in front of you. You were shocked and confused, wondering why your little crush is talking to you. Isn’t he supposed to hang out with other jocks or Chrissy, his girlfriend?

“Hey”

Your mouth opens into an small o, almost forgot how to speak

“Oh hi- hi” as push your glasses back and put the book down. Now you feel awkward, you never talked to boys before, well, that’s not true. You tried to talk to Tommy but he just pushed you away like trash.

“Hi” Blondie smiling at you “I noticed that you’re sitting all by yourself and I thought I could hang out with you?”

Is he actually talking to you? Right? Is he not making fun of you? Okay now you are more nervous, sweating palms as wiping out on your skirt

“Uh, um, ar-are you not with your friends o-or maybe girlfriend, Chrissy?” You stuttered

Jason sat down front of you “nah, friends can be little boring and Chrissy broke up with me for other man” he low, monotone voice

“O-oh I’m sorry, Jason. I didn’t know” your shoulders slumped, looking down at your nails to picking black polish off

He shoots you with a flutter of his hand. “It’s alright, sweet girl. It’s better than just staying with her if she doesn’t have feelings for me.”

That’s a lie. Chrissy did find out that his parents are broke so she just dumped him and went to a different jock with rich money. That why he need to act fast before Chrissy tell everyone about Jason being broke as poor

“I need to ask you” he waited for you to look at him and you did. “Do you want to go on a date with me?” He doesn’t know why he feels so sick, he can be a jerk but doesn’t like hanging out with weird lady.

You have no idea if you were dreaming or not. Your crush is actually asking you out. Smiling, “yes I would love to.”

“Great! How about 7:00 tonight at Benny’s?”

“Sure. I’ll meet you there”

Jason smiles then nods. Stand up and walk away from you but he didn’t go far as he turned back to give you a shot smiling. You smiling back

Turn your head and find Eddie is sitting with the hellfire club. Your smiling fade as he stared at you with his black eyes and evil smiling, made you shiver down your spine. You don’t like that boy.

Went back to your book but you not actually reading, only thinking about going to date with Jason Carver and you can’t wait

One night, the first date was amazing. At Benny’s, you order fries and chocolate shake, and eating together is the best taste ever. Jason orders a burger with fries and Coke. All you both talked about school, class, life and favourite things. You are having fun but not Jason. He doesn’t like going on date with you, he hates going on fake date. All he wants to be with Chrissy again.

Second night, second dates, he asked you out again and you weren't expecting to get second dates with him again. Are you dreaming because it doesn’t seem real but you are so excited.

He took you to the bowling alley, he paid for you but you refused, you want to pay this time since he already covered last night. Blondie’s thankful that he doesn't have to pay since he hardly has any money right now and hardly can afford anything but school lunch.

Second dates were so much fun. But you noticed something about Jason because he doesn't seem happy or a little cheerful. You tried to hug him and he pulled back, you did little hurt.

Third night, the phone was ringing, you picked it up and it was Jason again. What does he want now? All he wants is talk, great, a talk. While you were listening to him apologizing to you, he was upset that his parents were fighting with each other. Hell, now you feel bad and feel sorry for him. You didn’t know that. So he asks you on third dates to go see the movie, Aliens. You agreed

Jason had to be careful around you because he really needs you and needs your trust too or everything won’t work.

Fourth night, third dates. At the movie theatre. You weren't expecting to see Jason so handsome and dressed nicely, not even wearing a jock jacket, just a normal dark blue hoodie and normal jeans. You are wearing dark red long sleeves and above knees black skirts. He ordered large popcorn for you and him, ordered two drinks, coke and 7-up. While you both enjoying the movie, Blondie made a move as arm over your shoulder, you move closer to him and smiling

After the movie, he drops you off at your house and both standing in front of your door. Thinking about getting a first kiss by him so you decide that you make a move by leaning to his lips slowly to see if he is leaning. Jason is leaning and crushing your lips.

It’s weird because it's your first kiss so you have no idea what it is like and don’t know how to move your lips but follow his movements. Blondie pull back, smiling and tell you to good night and see you tomorrow

Fifth night, Halloween night. Jason wore a costume, he is a president. So lame you think. And you’re a witch with a long black dress down to your ankle, long sleeve and big witch hat, wearing eye contact instead of wearing glasses. Jock did talk to you about there’s a party at the Creels house, the haunted house.

You never liked that house, it gives you creeps out. You have heard the stories about what happened to this house when the little boy murder his family and pulled their eyeballs out and ate them. And then the little boy went missing, no one ever found him, not for 27 years.

You both are standing in front of the Creels house.

It quiet

No sound of music or signs of any people. Nothing, just an empty house. Why did Jason bring you to this house?

“Sweet girl?” You glanced at blue eyes

“It’s okay. I thought it'd be so cool to check it out. Since nobody home so it not like we’re in trouble” he chuckles

You nervously chuckled as a smile but it didn’t reach your eyes. Not sure about this but got a bad feeling about this, a really bad feeling.

Jason is on the move to the house and you follow him too. The rose window on the door already broke which means someone already broke in before us.

Blondie carefully his hand through the broken window and reaches the knob, turning it.

•Door creak•

As you both enter it. “Wow” you’re impressed with this house, thought this house would be empty but all the furniture is here. You’re standing in front of grandpa's clock, it’s not even tick tock, guess it stopped working a long time ago.

“Hey check this out!”

You turn around and find Jason is upstairs, you follow him up. Found the room with pink walls and pink dirty blankets, guess it belongs to Alice Creel room. Found another kid's room with almost dark green walls, black spider drawings all over one wall and little empty jars on the nightstand, definitely belonging to Henry Creel. Found the door was open and reach to upstairs to the attic

Why are you feeling getting worse and worse? You can feel your heart racing like a crazy almost bust them out of your chest.

Notice you can see the orange flickering lights, take a guess from the candle flames. You took a deep breath and took each step of the stairs. Step. Step. Step. Step.

Stop at the top of the stairs. Scanning everywhere, it’s worse than you ever imagined.

Five people are standing in circles and holding the candles, candles are everywhere and there is a mark on the floor with black paint, pentagram.

Everyone is wearing the same clothes, black caps and crow mask, except one of them is not. You think you know him, a bare back with big ass tattoo on his back and it’s fucking satanic. He have brown long curly hair

Eddie fucking Munson

You have no idea how you’re feeling right now but scared, anxious, confused and angry. Jason took you to the fake dates and the kiss. It’s all fake. None of them were real

What the fuck is going on here? You think in terrifying. Think you know what’s going on here, you’ve heard that story before, Jason brought you here and kill you to take your virginity blood and bring the devil to make a deal or take a soul- what however works but you need to escape

Just about run down the stairs but caught by two strong men wrap around your arms to pull you away. You’re screaming and kicking legs in the air as your witch hat falls down, trying to escape but they’re too strong.

They drop your body to the ground hard, groans. Your body on the pentagram mark and they tied your wrists and ankles too

You just keep screaming and screaming, sobbing and pulling your arms to pull ropes broken off but they are metal heavy chains. There’s no escaping

Eddie turns around and sees you on the floor. Eyes bounce on Jason standing in front of your head but far. He was just too scared to be close or look.

Metalhead on move to be close to you and standing front of your feet, scanning your beautiful body with all tied up, dress already pull up to your thighs and beautiful scare face with tears keep falling down to your ears

You look at Eddie, his eyes are full of evil and crazy Cheshire Cat grinning. Oh my god! He’s holding the knife! Moving around your body to see if you can escape but nothing. Look at Jason is above you, calling for help but he just standing there like a fucking chicken ass.

“Ohh, Y/N, princess, sweetie. Don’t cry.” As he kneels down and sits on your stomach, push your hair away from your face, thumb wipe off your tears.

You flinched by his touch, continuing sobbing. All you just want to do is go home and watch movies to have a normal night. This is worst night you ever had

“Guys?” He looks at everyone to see if they’re ready. “Let’s get start and Carver, come closer and stand there” as he pointing at it with his knife

Jason moves closer to you, about two feet from your head. He felt so bad to bring you here and get your blood to bring the devil back from hell. But no choice, only wanting to bring his parent’s money back and be rich again.

Metalhead knife smoothing over your neck down to your chest and knife tip pointing at your dress “this need to come off” he grinning

Your wide eyes and heart pounding. Continue pulling your wrists and ankles, whimpering and crying. Trying to let go but the leather handcuffs are so tight. You never felt so scared in your life

Knife went through your dress and ripped in half, leaving you with nothing but dark blue panties.

“Fuck. No bra? I bet you were looking forward to losing your virginity with him, huh? Answer me, slut” he purred to your ear, can feel his hot breath to your neck

All you can do is whimper and tears are still falling down. You can't answer it because you can’t talk, all you can feel that your throat get tight, can’t speak but sobbing

“Okay. Guys. Let get start”

You and jock can hear them chatting with Latin language, the same words over and over again

agrifuk agrifar agripyri chi vol tu fer

di pyro nocesti di acaro fosti generato

chi fai la!

Eddie leaned down to whisper in your ear. “You gonna love this, sweetie”

Jason doesn’t know what to do, to save you or what? He thinks this is a bad idea, a very bad idea he ever thought of. Jock really don’t want to watch this or being here

Eddie raises his hand up in the air with a knife. Your eyes wide and breath shaking. Jason just about to say something but it was too late. He stab you

agrifuk agrifar agripyri chi vol tu fer

di pyro nocesti di acaro fosti generato

chi fai la!

•Lightning Bolt•

You shut your eyes tightly as screaming is painful. You can feel he keeps stabbing you in the chest, left, right, middle, everywhere. Feel the blood draining down over your shoulders, neck and splash over your face. Keep trying to pulling your hands away but weak and scream starting fade, coughing up blood

Blue eyes went widely in shock as couldn't believe that curly hair was killing you. He didn’t think that Eddie was actually killing you, all he thought was that just cut your skin and small blood but he was so wrong, all wrong. It’s all his fault, he should’ve not brought that up and everything would never have happened if he didn’t ask metalhead to help him.

agrifuk agrifar agripyri chi vol tu fer

di pyro nocesti di acaro fosti generato

chi fai la!

•Lightning Bolt•

After 20-something stabs, your scream stopped a little while ago, same as taking your last breath. Vision has gone black and the sound has faded too, not even moving anymore. You die in the Creels house. Blood continue spreading out almost cover the pentagram mark

Eddie panting from exhaustion stabbing you. He hasn’t felt this for so long, not even since last year, Halloween night. Killing people is his favourite thing but he knows it will get better as metalhead stands up to find Blondie, still standing in the same spot, he didn’t move, not even two inches.

Blue eyes haven't got off of you, your eyes have faded from colour. He just keeps hoping you are going to wake up soon but your eyes are still not moving and not even moving the muscle or breath. Watch the blood spread, reach to his shoes. What the fuck have I done? He said in thought. He killed you. But he knows that Eddie killed you but feel like it was Jason who killed you

agrifuk agrifar agripyri chi vol tu fer

di pyro nocesti di acaro fosti generato

chi fai la!

•Lightning Bolt•

Latin chatting still going, their black candles starting dripping down to the wood ground. Blood dripping from the knife that's still in the curly boy's bloody hand.

Metalhead is standing in front of Jason, his eyes still not off of you. Eddie grabs his chin to focus him to look at his dark brown, almost black eyes and got little blood splash over his face. Jason watched Eddie lick your blood off from the knife and made the sound of moaning. Jock look at him like he’s fucking insane

Curly hair leaning to his ear and whispering with a different voice that it almost does not belong to him, it’s scary and heavy.

“You better be ready, Carver”

Eddie turn around to stand beside Jason and yell as raise both hands up in air

“HAIL LORD VECNA!”

The group did join him

“HAIL LORD VECNA!”

•lightning bolts/loud thunder•

They’re keep saying for five times and now they all are kneeling down, head low and waited for him

Jason had no idea what to do, should he follow them or what? He knows that Eddie didn’t say follow him so he just stands there and waits for something happening.

It was a long minutes and didn’t happen. Lightning has stopped and not even a crack in the woods but can hear the wind from outside. No red glowing or anything. Everyone still on the ground and you’re still laying there, blood is slowly spreading out

“Um… what’s going on?” Jock asked

Eddie shot head up in surprise. It didn’t work? He thinks. Stand up straight and walk a little around to find the answers why it is not working. Scanning everywhere, candles, five people, the same black magic, pentagram mark and virgin lady. Why is it not working? It’s works last year

“I don’t understand” metalhead slightly shaking his head, trying to think over and over again. It’s doesn’t make any sense

Jason stared into the distance, crossing his arms in front of his chest. He doesn’t have time to play the freak game and doesn’t have all day to think Eddie is playing a joke, well expect you, not a joke.

“Well? Listen freak, I don’t have all day but I need to talk to him or your life can be worse.” He warned

“Yeah yeah yeah whatever. What else is news? I just don’t understand how it's not working…” as he kneels down to look at you, wondering maybe you’re not a virgin, maybe that explains why it’s not working. “…maybe it’s her. I think she doesn’t have v-card”

“What?! Are you fucking kidding me?!” Blondie boomed

“I wish. Now will you cal-“

Everything went fast as you grab Eddie's knife from his hand and stab his chest. He gasps, widen eyes, staring at your bloody face

Jason runs backward and knocks down after he hit by the treasure box. He doesn’t understand how you are alive! Eddie stabbed you 20 times and you are alive like you’re not even in pain. He still can see the holes from your chest but notice that they are healing, like a fucking vampire healer

You devious smirk, teeth cover red and blood all over your lips, chin and few splash over your eyes. Bloody finger tracing his beautiful chin and lips to leave the mark. “That really hurt, Munson.”

Brown eyes full of tears and full of horror, trying to breathe after you twisted the knife to make him feel scream in pain, choking as blood came out of his mouth but then he started laughing

Jason eyebrows scrunch up together in confusion. Why the fuck is he laughing while the knife is in his chest, possibly right at his heart. Continue crawling backward and his back against the wall.

Eddie is still laughing but can feel the pain of the knife still in his heart “oh I’m sorry, sweetie, I really didn’t mean to. But did I do good? Better than last year?” a dimpled grin spreading over his features and warming you from the inside out.

You push his bangs back, you leave little blood on his forehead. Push yourself to his lips and you groan against his mouth, resting your hand on his cheek as his hands squeeze your naked thighs. Fuck, his kiss are amazing and feel like your lips on fire, following his lead, allowing him access when his tongue runs across your lips. You both can taste their bloods mix together, he groans, pulling you even closer, falling into his chest as he kisses you harder, his tongue fighting with yours.

You pull back “You did so good. Way better than last year” finally pull the knife out as he yelp in pain

Blondie feels like he’s going insane, doesn’t understand anything! You’re alive and Eddie was stabbed and you kissed him! He stand up and yell “what the fuck is going on?! How the fuck are you alive?!” As blue eyes on you but bounce on Eddie's chest, it’s healing too. Oh my god, he is the devil.

You both laugh more like evil wicked laughing as both stand up and walk toward blondie. Let’s show him who we really are

Jason wide eyes as watching you both bodies changing, same with other people as they take their masks off. He sees Gareth, Jeff, Steve, Nancy and Billy.

Everyone’s eyes are entirely black. No trace of the dark colours that they have and the white that should be there. The skin is changed to dark red and their nails grow longer, the black fingers. The horns started growing out of their forehead, 3 inches long black horns and- holy shit, everyone has the devil tails.

Everyone are fucking satanic and they all are laughing at him like he was stupid boy for didn’t see that coming

Jock listening to them chatting with Latin again but the words sound different

Kematin kanit kukeiri ve-hikani yazaf!

Jason hears the cracking and feels a little shaking under his feet as look down at the ground is cracking slowly open and red glows are showing. He can feel his heart pounding like a crazy, trying to look for an exit. Just about on move but as the skinny, slimy arms with long claws fingers pop out and grab his ankle

Screaming in horror as hitting the demogorgons hands to try getting off his legs but more demos keep coming out and keep grabbing his arms, jacket. He had no idea what was really happening here. Are you really sending him to the hell or possibly worst than hell?

Now demogorgons just about reach jock shoulders, pull him down, Jason face changes into skeleton and scream fade.

Open floor is completely shut.

“Well… that was bummer” Gareth chastised

“I can’t believe you picked the wrong one.” Billy snarled, clenching his fists. Steve grab his hand to let it loose before hurting himself. Billy smile at him and kiss his knuckle to let him know that he is okay

“Don’t worry guys. I have a feeling that we’ll find the perfect one next year.”

“Well, how the hell do you know? Mmm?” Nancy crossing her arms, tapping her fingers

“I just know. Be patient” you said, smirk

It has been 665 years till we find the person who can take over the Upside Down. They lost their king of Darkness since the demon slayer, that little fucker slayer who killed the wonderful satanic and he was gone. It was your and Eddie's jobs to find the new dark wizard.

An undead creature of great power.

A spell caster.

Jason was not one of them because he fucking weak

So you have a good feeling that they are going to show up next year.

Almost one year later

It’s beautiful normally at noon during fall season, cold but not too cold, almost between cold and warm, just perfect temperature.

Everyone is sitting on the bench, eating their lunch and chatting about what they’re going to dress up for Halloween but as they know they are not going to be dressed up.

Billy is sitting beside Steve, his head on his shoulder, talking about what they should do for the next date. Billy hates dating but only loves his boyfriend, Stevie. They been together for 264 years, madly in love

Nancy is not sitting with you guys but beside her boyfriend, Jonathan and best friend, Robin. They can’t stop laughing at Robin who won’t stop chatting about her life and new girlfriend Vicki. Jonathan does know that Nancy is a demon and crazy love for her

Gareth, Jeff and Frank are sitting in front of Eddie’s back, you and him are sitting top of the table. Your head laying on Eddie's thighs as his fingers massage through your hair while you’re talking about a new horror movie and the next game of DND.

Eddie sure loves you, he has been loving you for more than a thousand years. He just loves you for being who you are and you do love him too, for being himself too.

You got distracted by Jeff voice

“Oh look, we got new teacher”

Eddie and you glance at the new teacher. He looks really cute with white long sleeve two lose button shirt with black vest and grey pants. Dark blonde and round glasses and possibly in his 40’s, his fine age.

You gasp as sit up. You have a crazy feeling about him.

“It’s him.”

Eddie turns to look at you, scanning your face, your eyes are full of bright and big grinning. He knows that you are right because you are never wrong, not even once. He tells you to go get him and you take off toward him.

You have no idea why you are so nervous about this but this guy, it’s what you've been looking for almost 666 years and he’s right here and he’s perfect.

“Hi”

Blue eyes with round glasses on you, “oh, hello. Is there something I can help you with?”

My god, his voice, it’s the most beautiful voice you have ever heard. “I really hope you can help me but let me introduce myself.” You told him your full name as raise your hand up to offer him a handshake

He takes your hand and shakes. “I’m Adam Dean”

You smirk as you know it “No it’s not”

The man's eyes widening, heavy breathing and clenched hands make your hand feel pain but you can’t feel it. You must comfort him before he starts to freak out.

“Don’t worry. Your secret is always safe with me. Let’s try again. What’s your name, handsome?”

He took a breath calmly, he already trusted you because of your eyes. They seem to really know about him, his life. So there’s no way to escape this since you know him. So he said the name

“I’m Henry Creel”

a/n: oh yeah I do want mention that we have demon!reader, demon!eddie, both are way over thousands years old, not 18/20. I wasn't going to put that at the top or you won’t see that coming, the plot twist would have been revealed waaaay too damn early.

The sound of it was strong, and you turned to see him walking down the aisle with a shopping basket in his hands. You stopped with a slight wave. The smile he gave you was jolting.

"Hey," He grinned. "Have you ever been up to Skull Rock?" He asked, leaning against the wall of canned food.

He had never initiated a conversation with you before, but then again, neither had you. You two ran different circles growing up.

"I can't say I have." You told him with a lazy grin, moving down the aisle to pick up a jar of peanut butter. He watched with mild fascination.

"We're throwing a little party up there for Halloween. Tomorrow night. Spooky things go on up there," Jason continued, and you walked alongside him.

You turned your head back to his, catching his stare. "You know, they say it was a place for satanic worship." He teased.

You rolled your eyes playfully.

"It sounds like a bunch of hocus-pocus."

He scoffed lightly, putting a hand over his chest.

"It's the best place to be. There are no cops, and there will be drinks and music. It'll be a lot of fun." He said. "And I wanted to see if you'll come this year." He gave you a serious look.

You had never been invited by Jason Carver to a party before.

Even when Steve used to throw parties, that was different. You knew Steve, had mutual friends with him. Jason was hardly an acquaintance.

"I don't know," You thought about it, weighing the pros and cons.

"Give it a chance," He smiled again. "Give me a chance. I can pick you up and everything."

You gave him a once over.

Jason wasn't a regular on your radar, but you did notice him. It was hard not to with his popularity and good-boy persona. And you didn't have any plans.

"Oh, what the hell," You nodded with a grin. His dashing expression was blinding. "I'll bring beer."

You should have known it was too good to be true.

Jason had his own agenda all along. You couldn't have known that it was a trap, that you were just another checkmark on his list.

You couldn't have known even when he picked you up in his truck the next day. He was a gentleman, complimenting your little black dress and bat earrings. You got all dolled up for Halloween. He even offered to help you bring your beer bottles to his truck.

For a fleeting moment, you were excited.

But as soon as you opened the truck door, his old basketball buddies jumped out. You were in too deep. You knew something was terribly wrong.

They dragged you into the backseat, covering your mouth and holding you down. The fight was laughable. There were four of them, covering your mouth with duct tape and surrounding you in the truck. They were terrible.

Your wrists and the crook of your elbows were taped. Above your knees and down by your ankles were taped. It was a little more than overkill.

And then, you were trapped between two of them in the backseat while Jason drove, one of his cronies messing with the music.

You couldn't fight off the roll of nausea in your stomach as one of them wafted something under your nose. Was it sage? Weed? It was disorienting, and you couldn't get away.

"Let's go catch us a monster, boys." Jason grinned, looking in the rearview mirror with wild eyes. "This is the year; I can feel it."

There was something deceptively charming in those eyes, something much darker than you thought Jason Carver could be capable of.

There was no Halloween party at Skull Rock.

You tried to fight against the hazy feeling in your head, even as Jason's silhouette in the front seat got blurry and you slumped against the backseat.

He was the monster.

The night was quiet when Jason and his goons finally dragged you out of the truck and into the woods. You had no clear sense of direction. You felt stoned, your legs swaying lightly as he carried you over his shoulder.

The terrain was rugged, and you could feel stray branches and pine needles hitting the back of your legs.

Your vision was blurry, even as they finally broke through the trees to a small clearing. The trees dispersed, and as you were turned around, Skull Rock was the least of your problems.

In front of Skull Rock, Jason and his friends had drawn a symbol on the floor around you. A pentagram, for fucks sake. It was surrounded by a ring of salt, and you looked at your captor like he was bat-shit insane.

“What’s the matter?” He cooed, crouching down in front of you. “We did this all for you. I said it’s gonna be a lot of fun.”

Two images of Carver swayed in front of your eyes, and you groaned out a complaint as he tugged you forward to the middle of the circle. Your knees dug into the cold ground, and you tightened your arms, trying to fight against him.

“Come on, don’t be like that.” He tormented, pulling a dark robe over his shoulders. “We can’t do it without you. There’s never been anyone in the god-forsaken town quite like you. No one is good enough. No one pure enough.”

Your stomach was in knots.

Around the outside of the circle, you could see the others lighting candles and setting down bowls of spices, crystals, and coins around the star tips of the pentagram. You thought your heart was going to beat outside of your chest.

“There’s just one more thing.” Jason tugged at your hands, and you looked at him pleadingly. “Don’t look so scared, babe. You are the prettiest sacrifice we’ve had.”

You hardly had time to notice the pocketknife he procured before it was too late. He was tugging your hands, laying them palms up into the air before slicing across your skin. Your eyes went wide in horror, and you went to scream but couldn't.

Your hands were shaking, your eyes blurry with the threat of tears.

The next thing you knew, Jason pushed down to the forest floor, straight in the middle of the circle. And as your bloodied palms touched the ground, the men began to chant.

There was a pit of anguish in your stomach.

The candles wavered, and as Jason and his goons chanted, you could have sworn that a thick fog filled the area.

You pushed yourself up to your knees. A wild wind blew through the clearing, and the smell of iron filled your lungs.

You were going to die there.

The chanting waned and wavered until the words were booming in your head. You could feel every unintelligible syllable in the crevices of your heart. It was a seizing, aching feeling. You felt like it would pull you in different directions until you realized the candles blazed with a burning hellfire. You could feel the heat against your skin.

Something was happening.

A figure slowly emerged out of the fog, sprouting from the ground in front of you. Tall and humanoid, you fought back the cry clawing up your throat. You couldn’t see anything except for the outline of two fiery eyes. It was clear to see they were angry. You needed to get out of there.

It was a man stepping out of the fog. The candlelight illuminated the shadows of his body. He was bare, save for several tattoos scattered across his skin, and his hair was a wild halo of dark locks that cascaded around his shoulders. As the figure came into view, you had to shake your head to ensure your eyes weren’t deceiving you.

He was captivating.

Glowing eyes and a rounded nose looked down at the circle, his expression void of pleasantries.

"Abaddon, mischief maker, we summon you to the land of the living,” Jason’s voice boomed across the circle.

Even behind the ridiculous cloak, you could sense Jason’s confidence wane.

He got what he wanted, didn’t he?

The man, that thing, you thought, tilted his head to the side with a scowl. You almost thought you saw sharp canines poking into his bottom lip.

“We summon you with the blood of the innocent. That's what we brought you.” Jason called out with a snicker. “Hell, she might even be a virgin.”

Your head snapped from the figure to the cloaks, bile souring your tongue. You resented them, all of them.

The figure stepped forward, the dark fog swirling around his feet.

"You will do our bidding," Jason spoke bravely now. "We've called upon you, and you will obey my wishes-" But Jason's words faded as the creature reached its full height.

"No."

The lone syllable made your hair stand on end. You looked up at the man, what you so desperately tried to make out as a man, but it was fruitless. His movements were too smooth, calculated like a predator.

The heated embers of his eyes were harrowing, annoyance dancing across his features. Two short horns were poking out from under the mess of curls.

The creature stalked forward in the circle, and Jason took a step back, but you couldn't move. You couldn't breathe.

"I was not summoned here for you. I don’t serve you."

His expression shifted as he towered over you. The beast of a man crouched down to your eye level. It took everything in you not to scream or lash out. But you were terrified.

He was deceptively handsome, and the shadows of his face were illuminated in the candlelight.

His eyes, blazing with hellfire, changed, just for a moment. If you blinked, you would have missed it, but you could have sworn those dark eyes were brown. That they were almost human. But it was gone in a flash. The weight of the situation you were in was harrowing.

"You're not supposed to be here."

The low rumble of his words was unexpected, and you looked up at him in shock. His words were gentle, his tone leveled.

His eyes narrowed, burning with something angry as he looked down at your palms. You were clutching them both to your chest. The dark cloth of your dress and exposed skin bloomed red.

You were trembling.

He reached out slowly, tugging your hands away from your body before looking at the slashes welling with blood. You were too frightened to move as his eyes swept back to yours.

"They hurt you."

With his other hand, s sharp claw cut the bindings on your arms and legs. It was like he was cutting through butter instead of layers of tape. You watched in amazement as he pulled the tape back from your lips. The shuddering breath you took didn’t deter him.

The man's focus returned to your bloody palms, cupping his hands under yours like a bowl. His hands were warm, his touch slowly dissolving the tension in your shoulders.

"They tricked me," You whispered blindly.

Your focus shifted, fixated on the feeling of his warm hands in yours. Hot, angry tears rolled down your cheeks. You watched as your blood bled between your fingers onto his and down to the ground. A low sound at the back of the creature’s throat pulled your eyes back to his.

It was frustrating. If you thought about it for a moment longer, you would have realized the sound of it was needy, longing even.

“What the hell is going on?” You heard Jason curse from outside the circle, making you wince.

The creature looked at you, his eyes narrowing.

"Oh, sweetheart," His voice was tender, apologetic. Clawed fingers trailed up and over the side of your face. His eyes danced across yours.

You could have sworn you were in a trance.

For a moment, the pentagram and the men outside the circle disappeared. You let all thoughts fade away, looking at the man in front of you. And you just looked at him, scanning the curve of his eyebrows down to the cupid's bow of his lips. He was so stunningly familiar. God, he was beautiful.

"Close your eyes." He instructed, and at your hesitance, he leaned in. His clawed hand cradled your chin, and you watched his eyes soften for the second time, umber pools staring back at you. He smelled of earth and iron. “I will not forsake you.”

His tone was your undoing.

With another long moment of looking at him, you followed his instructions and closed your eyes. He hummed in approval as you felt his touch fall away.

There was a sudden crack, like lightning, in the air. You could smell metal, the heat of it fanning your face. But you kept your eyes closed.

You were steadfast even when the sound of shocked screams and pleas came from Jason and his band of goons. And then there was a thunderous noise of thousands of wings flapping around. A low-clicking noise surrounded you. Bats were swarming the skies. The sounds of carnage tore at your senses. Your lip quivered before you could control yourself.

And all too soon, it was quiet.

Fear gripped your heart, and you were compelled to call out.

“Ad – Abm –” You started but stumbled. You didn’t remember his name. There was a gentle sound of footsteps crunching on leaves before you heard him come back to you.

“I’m right here,” His voice was darker but still controlled. “Don’t call me that name, angel.”

You opened your eyes at the endearment. What was staring back at you was almost human.

You were right. His eyes were brown with the slightest glow, and Jason was gone as you looked around the circle. They were all gone. And his attention was solely on you.

“Your blood,” He urged, pulling your attention back to your hands. “Sweetheart, we need to stop the bleeding.”

You nodded blindly. God, when did your hands start shaking?

He took your left hand and turned it over, dragging his thumb along the incision.

The wound closed before your eyes, leaving behind a raised, thin scar. You let out a breath of relief. Rivulets of your blood stained his hands, but he didn’t care.

The man hesitated when he dropped your hand and moved to the other. You looked up at him carefully.

“You called for me,” His words were heavy, and the air around you was charged with electricity. When you looked up at him, his face was set with the hint of a smile. "I've waited lifetimes for you."

Your heart was hammering in your chest.

You tried to stutter out an apology, that it was all a big mistake, but the shake of his head silenced you. His intentions were set.

"You bled for me," He raised his other hand and sliced into his own palm with a clawed index finger. "And I will bleed for you.”

Thick, dark ichor pooled against his skin. It wasn't natural. You closed your fist instinctively.  

"But, why?" You dared to ask. "Why would you do that?"

The look he gave you turned into a boyish grin.

"Because you called for me. I'm bound to you," His eyes were tormenting. "You didn't think I'd go away so easily, did you? If you don't like the sun, I'll make it rain for you. I'll fix all your broken things. I'll keep you nice and close. I'll keep you safe. Don't send me away, angel."

The lilt of his voice was hypnotic.

You weren't sure you could turn him away. You didn't know if you even wanted to. He saved you.

As you listened, your heart ached. You wanted that. You wanted to believe him.

"I'm already bound." He tried again, inching closer.

His plea was so soft, so tender. At the call of your name, your breath hitched, looking up at those big brown eyes. He was looking down at you expectantly.

"Take my hand. Don't make me beg."

He was down on his knees in front of you, his face shrouded in shadows and candlelight. He wasn't the monster you thought him to be.

"Who are you?" You asked in a whisper.

You pushed yourself up to your knees, meeting his eye level.

"Just call me Eddie, sweetheart." He grinned, holding his palm up to you. "Please, take my hand. And I'll explain everything."

You weren't sure if it was the compelling look in his eyes or the softness of his words, but how could you say no?

He saved you. Eddie saved you from the monsters in the woods.

You took his hand without looking away from his eyes, feeling the heat and strength in his hold. You swore you could feel the inky ichor as it mixed with your blood into the cut.

And the way Eddie's eyes lit up? It was like you had hung all the stars in the sky.

But it was too much. The heat in your veins was all-encompassing. You could feel the nerves in your body going haywire.

Eddie’s toothy grin was the last thing you saw before your eyes fluttered shut. He pulled you close before you could fall, sinking into his embrace.

There was a new excitement in his eyes. The candlelight flickered, more intense than it had ever been before.

He was already bound to you. But what he didn't tell you was that you were willingly binding yourself to him. Eddie wasn't worried; he'd have forever to find a way to tell you.