𓂃 ࣪⋆✩˚ ༘ [vox akuma] the summoning; “don't tell me you're my inner demon.”
— in which! a certain voice demon was suddenly summoned in the mortal world, with confidence and smugness rivaling almost asmodeus himself.
OR some long-haired freaky demon got summoned in his “childhood” best friend's quarters at like the crack of dawn (read: 3:00 am).
word count: 517
content! modern-day profanities, uhhh stupid decisions, accidentally saying incantations, smug demon man w dumbfounded f!reader in mind (but could possibly be gn!), NOT PART OF STUDENT COUNCIL AU! (selfish promo)
loosely inspired by: my inner demons, they said hi!
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It was a typical Wednesday for Vox. A little chaos here, a little riot there— it was nothing new.
Or at least it should be nothing new. It was never in his schedule to deal with emo teenagers with their weird, flimsy summoning circles. It really was laughable when he saw those scribbled, out-of-line chalked circles beneath his feet. But before anything else, he had to be professional— he just had to!
So he put his big boy panties on, delving into a perfect curtsy with his right hand over his heart, and his left hand behind his lower back. His voice was deep and rumbling as he uttered an utterly devastating “How may I be of service, potential contractor?”. He could feel the hitched breath of his so-called ‘potential contractor’, leaving him all smug with his head still tilted downward with a bow.
“V-Vox?”
That made him freeze. What… did you just call him?
“I-is that you?”
Well, fuck me. He knows that voice. Very well, in fact, to the point that he would be willing to hand his ass over to Satan again merely so he won’t have to face you in that form.
But alas, he has a façade to keep, and a job to live through; he cannot handle a new absurdity! He was hungry, and as much as he would have preferred to eat you for breakfast, he didn’t mean it in a literal sense! So he smiled, sickening and sultry, with all of its glory. He lifts his head, staring at you straight on.
“I don’t know what you mean. Perhaps you’ve mistaken me for another soul?” And he’s back at it again, all shameless and smug. “Now, how can I help you, little lady?” He clapped once, his posture returning to its original straight back
“No, it’s definitely you. I could recognize that horrible british accent from everywhere.” You shook your head, denying the falsified attempt at gaslighting. That made his left eye twitch. Professionality be damned, he would not let you slander his branding.
“Now, is that really necessary, cotton?”
“Aha! It is you!” fuck, a slip of a tongue.
“Whatever do you mean, mortal?” He grinned, lied flawlessly, just like how birds fly.
“You called me ‘cotton’ just now! I know what I heard!” You exclaimed incredulously, completely baffled by how he just tried to gaslight you while completely sober.
“I did no such thing. Have you been taking your medications?” He even had the nerve to look concerned! You would’ve been fooled if not for the familiar glint of mischief shining through his golden irises.
“You did not just gaslight me into thinking I’m sick when you literally poofed yourself into existence.”
“Well, in my defense, you summoned me!”
“Sue me! God forbid a girl just wants to see if her experiment works.”
“By summoning a demon?!”
“The instructions weren’t specific— How would I know I’d summon someone from damnation?!”
“Lady, you drew sigils! Do you not know what a sigil is??”
“… those were sigils?”
“?!?!?!?!?”
And that, my friends, is how you make a demon crash out.
hi! it's been a while? originally, it was supposed to be a long-fic oneshot but then i thought "hey, why not make it a cute drabble mini-series?" sooooo here we are!
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