~ A quick drabble that I need to write before I finish my drafts. My inspiration for this was just listening to Ghost a lot recently, and thinking of ideas for my demon x human drafts.
So here’s a demon x witch drabble that ended up being longer than I meant
You’re a witch, you’re more than a beginner but even you know you’re in over your head when you decide to summon a demon. You’ve got all your protection in case something happens, and you remind yourself that it’s a lower risk demon who is as nice as any demon can be.
Some of the witches in your coven have told you that this demon was one of the first the summoned because they were nice to newer witches. You’ve been wanting to summon a demon for the first time, and they knew this. So you took their advice, and here you were in the old parking lot of an abandoned building near the forest at the end of town. Sitting with your grimoire in a pentagram with symbols at the points and a ring of salt around.
Black candles were placed at every end of the star, and at every point where the lines crossed. They flickered softly, there was almost no wind tonight, and no clouds so you could see the full moon.
You begin to perform the ritual, and you do everything right. You’re actually quite proud of yourself…until.
The candles all go out in an instant. You turn to look at the candles, a stream of smoke going into the air. No wind again, what the fuck. The air chills, you get goosebumps and shiver when you feel it.
Someone is here.
You look up quickly and see dark smoke in front of you, inside the salt circle, and the pentagram with you.
You can’t make out anyone in the smoke, but you feel it.
An old ancient power, older than anything you have seen with your coven. And now you were alone.
Your breathing quickened and you know you can’t run, so you stay standing.
Staring at the smoke as it slowly dissipates and you see a man standing in front of you.
You know he isn’t a man though, despite his nice clothes and white toothy grin.
He takes a step closer to you, and you see him better. Your breath catches.
He’s hot.
No, no, no this is a literal demon. Before you can start flipping through your grimoire, your eyes meet his.
His icy blue eyes stare into yours with curiosity, like a predator eyeing its prey when it does something odd.
“You weren’t the one I called.” You say worried, and questioningly. Your circle was specifically made for the other demon, and that demon only. So how did he get here?
“I never said you called me.” He says playfully with an evil smirk, his arrogance comes off of him in waves as he steps closer.
He’s up close now, his smoky spiced musk fills your lungs and he smells good.
The way he looks down at you feels like a cat toying with a mouse.
You put in a brave face and just ask, “Then why are you here?”
He tilts his head at you, his eyes scanning your face studying you. “That’s what I’m trying to figure out.”
You scrunch your face slightly, “What? Demons don’t just… appear without a purpose.”
“Exactly.” He says matter of factly.
“So what do you want from me?” You say almost rolling your eyes, this is not how you were trying to spend your night. Arguing with a demon.
He came up into your personal space now, looming over you, his face dark, voice a low rumble, “That’s the problem. I don’t know. And I don’t like not knowing.”
You take a small step back, he was so close it was like you couldn’t breathe without him being in the air. “Well, figure it out somewhere else. I don’t agree to this.” You say putting your hands up comedically as you pick up your grimoire and start to collect your candles.
His eyes follow you, amused. “You think I’m enjoying it?”
You glare at him with a slightly frown. “You broke my circle.”
“Your circle broke itself.” He says confidently.
“That doesn’t happen. And my circle was fine before you showed up, it wasn’t for you.” You spit at him with a short burst of anger before it fades.
“It did tonight.” He pauses, his gaze narrowing at your. “ Because of you.”
Your jaw drops, “Me!? I didn’t do anything-“ He cuts you off.
“You did something. Some part of you…” his voice drops “pulled.”
You scoff at him almost a laugh, “That’s impossible.”
He gives you a slow shrug, his arrogance obvious. “Then give me another explanation.”
“I don’t have one.” You say matter of factly.
He’s in front of you in an instant, his presence overwhelming again. His voice is low, “Neither do I. And that should worry you more than it worries me.”
Your voice wavers slightly, his intimidating presence and smirk making your voice soft. “Why would anything in me reach for you?”
He leans in even closer, you feel his breath on your lips as he says “Because power recognizes power.” His blue eyes gleaming down at you.
“That sounds like a threat.” Your heart beat faster, thumping against your ribs.
“It’s a warning.” He says playfully.
“Are you dangerous to me?” You say quickly.
He smiles at you sharp, but his voice soft and low. “Only if you tell me to be.”
His words make you shiver slightly, his effect on you is intense.
“Only if I tell you to be?” You repeat, questioning what he means.
He smirks at you again, slow and dangerous. “Demons respect intent. You’d be surprised how much power a whisper from you would hold.”
The words are like a weight on your chest, you breath deeper and your lips part.
“You act like I have control over you.”
“You don’t, and that’s the problem. Whatever force dragged me here don’t ask for permission.” He says frustrated, his jaw tensing and you finally notice how sharp his canines are. He’s definitely a demon, not a vampire but you had never seen one so close.
“And you think this is all…connected to me.” You furrow your brow, wanting answers. Your voice is soft.
He studies your face like it’s a riddle, “I don’t think. I know. Your magic reached past every ward and realm to pull me.” He bends down, his lips softly grazing yours as his hands hold your head.
You don’t even remember when he started touching you, but now you’re leaning into his touch as his lips capture yours in a heated kiss.
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I get random bursts of inspiration for random chapters and here’s one right now. It’s unedited so don’t be too harsh but I just love the dynamics I’m building with these two.Â
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A loud chap comes against the door and disturbs Iris out of her thoughts. She turns herself away from the demon beside her, thankful for this break away from their discussion. With a small breath in Iris reaches and opens the door of her house only to see a priest standing their with a bible pressed against his chest. Suddenly Iris felt tongue tired and she was very unsure of how to respond. She had a spawn of Satan inside her house and a man of the lord on her front door. Could she be in any more of an awkward situation. “I'm here today to discuss about our lord and saviour, Jesus Christ and his Holy father” the priest spoke with such a clear voice and he sounded happy. His white collar under his black shirt looked well pressed and the small dimples on his checks showed he was pleased to be doing what he was doing.  Apparently it could get a lot worse. Why would a random pastor decide this was the day to stop at her house? Iris knew she hadn't spoke and she must have looked so stupid sitting with a door in her hand just staring at the man on front of her. She felt the door tug against her hand and Calcifer stepped in front of her blocking her view of the man. He looked cynical for a moment. “I'm sorry. I bet you too it. I'm already discussing our lord and torturous, Lucifer with her and I think I have been persuasive enough to have her join our cult” Calcifer said everything with such a straight face even Iris couldn't believe what he was saying. A smile twitched on his lips at the look on the priest's face. He looked shocked. He started up at Calcifer deciding if he was actually being serious. “...I…..m…...Sorry…...what?” he stuttered slightly as he began to shift from one foot to the other. He looked like he wanted to run away and in all honesty, Iris wanted to get as far away from this situation as possible as well. But that wasn't going to happen. “Sorry pal, maybe next time. Do pop back though maybe I can persuade you to join as well. It's been lovely having this chat but I believe we were in the middle of a very heated conversation.” Calcifer swung himself around before the priest had a chance to respond, he shut the door in his face and left the poor man confused after him. Iris looked up at Calcifer blankly for a moment before she was able to respond. “What was that for?” she asked rather bleakly. “It's always fun to mess with a bible basher” his shoulders shrugged lightly before he moved past her and further into her house. Iris was left staring at the back of her door. She was sure the priest was either still confused at the other side or he had bolted away as soon as he could. She wasn't sure which sounded more appealing to him.
