#valak conjuring

Ref

It had been a week since the ritual and you were beginning to regret every decision you had made that night. Maybe you should’ve let them take your soul. It would’ve been a hell of a lot easier than the two entities becoming your glorified uninvited house guests.

Even though you couldn’t see them most of the time you knew they were still there. Still lurking, still feeding off of you until you held up your end of the bargain.

The wretched bargain.

It was impossible not to think of the implications of what you had hastily agreed to do. It was not lost on you that someone would have to die to appease them. The thought alone made bile swirl in your stomach, daring to come up as you rushed to the bathroom. You had hoped it was all a bad dream, that the demons would disappear along with your promise to help them. But it was real. It was all real.

“Poor little lamb. Sick and oh so scared. I can make it better.” A voice rang out as you washed your hands in the sink. Your body lurched as you looked up. In the reflection of the mirror stood Valak who peered back at you, a slight grimace forming on his face. You turned your head to your side but the demon wasn’t there, at least not physically

“You scared the shit out of me,” you mumbled as you dried your hands.

“Good. Now listen up, lamb. We’ve waited long enough. It’s time for you to do what you promised or you’ll be dead by the end of the week. And that wouldn’t be fun for either of us,” the demon said.

In the lighting of the bathroom, you get a good look at him for the first time since the ritual. The demon, for some reason unbeknownst to you, is in the form of an older woman. A nun to be more specific. His face is feminine and his body is tall and slender. The skin of the demon is stark white except around the eyes and lips which are black in contrast. Under different circumstances, you might’ve called Valak’s disguise pretty if he weren’t a demon that wanted to consume your very life force.

“I’m not killing anyone,” you said.

Valak makes a faux pout before grinning, revealing his sharp teeth.

“It’s so cute that you think you have a say in any of this. But for the sake of my own self-preservation…I’ll allow your hands to stay clean. But you will provide,” said the demon.

“And how do you expect me to do that exactly?”

“I’m not doing everything for you. Figure it out.” And with that, the demon disappears from your sight. But you know he’s not truly gone. He’s watching. Waiting.

The ball was back in your court although you were unsure of how to proceed. It wasn’t like you could walk up to someone and say, “Hey, two demons tried to kill me but I promised to get them souls so they won’t feed off of mine. Would you like to come to my house and be a sacrifice?”

No, you had to be subtle about this. You needed to find someone who was too trusting, gullible even. All you had to do was lure them to your house and…

You didn’t want to think about it. All you wanted to do was crawl into bed and hope that life would go back to normal. You knew that wouldn’t happen though. No amount of sleep or ignoring the situation would make it go away. It was going to be a long week. And by the end of it, someone would be dead.

————

The next morning as you stir awake you can’t shake the feeling that someone is watching over you. Sure enough, when you opened your eyes a dark figure stared down at you.

It was Malthus.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” you mumbled.

He was perched on your bed like some type of bird in a tree, feet sinking into your mattress right beside your head. A deep chuckle came from the horned demon as he looked down at you.

“Why are you in here?” you questioned as you rubbed your eyes with a yawn.

“Watching you sleep has become a favorite pastime of mine,” the demon clicks his tongue as he looks you over, “it’s the only time you seem to be truly scared of us. Sleep makes you vulnerable.”

A frown forms across your face at his words before you get out of your bed, putting distance between you and the demon.

He was right. Your nightmares about the demons seemed to be more terrifying to you than the actual reality of living with them. Something about them was just alluring enough that you weren’t completely horrified every passing second even though you probably should’ve been.

“How do you know what I dream about?” you asked as you went through the drawer of your wardrobe.

“Who do you think gives you those dreams? Or shall I say nightmares? An old trick that not many of us are good at.” Malthus lies on your bed, right in the spot you slept. He chuckles again once he sees the concern plastered across it.

“Of course, you’re the reason why I haven’t had a decent night's sleep in a month. Should’ve been obvious,” you mumbled to yourself as you set your clothes on the edge of your bed.

It made you wonder just how much of your life the demons had messed with and how long you had written it off before you realized they were behind your ever-growing stress.

“Don’t look so upset. It’ll all stop once you play your part. Well…not all of it,” the demon said. Malthus had turned his head to watch you as you walked throughout your room. You did your best to ignore the presence as you prepared yourself for the day.

“I’ll leave you to your mundane routine. Do hurry. We have work to do,” Malthus said as he rolled off your bed.

“We?”

“I’m coming with you. Now get moving.”

Before you could even open your mouth to question him he exited the room, closing the door behind him. You hastily got ready, not wanting to test the demons’ patience more than you already had. When you were finished you found Malthus leaning against your front door.

“I know you said you’re going with me but you do realize I can’t just walk around with a demon…right? Not while you look like that,” you said. You looked him up and down, eyeing over his frame. Unlike Valak, Malthus never wore clothes. He was always in what you assumed to be his true form and he was always nude, or at least mostly nude. He didn’t seem to have any obvious genitalia from what you could tell.

The demon's body was lined with ridges and bone growths. Some were pointed out into small spikes littered across his shoulders and forearms while others formed into grooves along the body. One of them lined down the front of his chest and somewhat resembled the top of a spinal column.

He lumbered over you as he crossed his arms, horns adding extra height to the already intimidating figure.

“I’m aware,” the demon said. His clawed hand reached for your shoulder, gripping at the flesh a little too hard. “That’s why I have you.”

“What do you mean?” you questioned.

“You’ll see. But you need to be good for me and relax,” Malthus said.

“Okay? I’ll try my best but-“

“Take a deep breath. This is going to hurt.”

“Wait, what?”

Your question went unanswered. Before you could properly prepare yourself you were blindsided. Your vision clouded before turning black and you felt your body go limp, falling to the floor of your living room. A searing pain washed over you, filling your innards and making your stomach twist in knots. You screamed and writhed until the pain ceased, ending almost as quickly as it had started. Your vision slowly came back to you as you lay on the ground, panting from the pain you had experienced.

“You took it better than I expected,” a voice said in your mind.

“What the fuck?” you said as you slowly sat up. Your body started to move seemingly independently, yanking itself up like you were a marionette attached to strings.

“You’re pliable. I like that,” Malthus said.

He was in your head, in your body. You gritted your teeth as you rolled your shoulders. You could feel him squirming around in you and it filled you with unease. You were possessed.

“Don’t worry. I won’t use you to do anything out of the ordinary. I’m just a passenger along for the ride,” he said.

“Thank you…I guess,” you said.

“You’re welcome. Now let’s go,” he said.

A pit formed in your stomach as you walked out the door. You were still you but there was an undeniable feeling of Malthus’s presence. You weren’t being controlled, not yet at least, but it felt strangely like you were being used as a glove. A skin suit for a demon. His presence crawled through your veins and tickled your brain. Your limbs twitched and shook ever so slightly as you climbed into the driver's seat of your car.

You were faced with a true dilemma. Where does one go to find a soul for a demon to take? It’s not like it was something taught in schools.

“Overthinking,” the demon's voice whispered in your mind.

“Sorry for not being thrilled about becoming an accomplice to murder. What you’re asking me to do is insane,” you said.

“Would you rather die?”

“Please, if you wanted me dead you would’ve done it months ago,” you mumbled, slowly pulling out of your driveway as you spoke.

You could hear a huff in your mind that wasn’t your own. Malthus didn’t argue which only confused you more. There was obviously some truth to your accusation but the reason they hadn’t killed you right away eluded you. Maybe the prospect of you providing them what they needed was enough to keep them at bay, or at least that’s what you assumed.

“Stop here.”

Malthus made you bring the car to a stop in front of your local public library. You did as he said, parking in one of the few spots left.

“The library? Why the library?”

“Call it a gut feeling,” Malthus said.

You adjusted your coat as you stepped away from your car, slowly making your way to the entrance of the building. It was the weekend and more people seemed to be passing through the building compared to the usual foot traffic.

There were students from the nearby university who were filling the seats at the tables as they studied for upcoming finals, some people were filling out job applications while others wrote out their thesis papers on the computers. Parents guided their children through kids' books while librarians helped individuals find books on various topics. Some people hurried in and out to drop off late library books while some languidly scoured through the rows of books.

“I’m surprised you found information on summoning us here. Humans and their morbid curiosity…” Malthus mumbled in your head. You ignored him as you slowly walked through the library, pretending to scan over the books.

The further you walked the more you heard the sound of shushed chuckling. When you rounded the corner of the bookshelves you saw a group sitting at one of the many tables. Textbooks and snacks littered the table in front. When you got closer you quickly realized that one of the individuals was a coworker.

“James?” you questioned, taking a step closer.

“Oh, hey! I was just thinking about you. Are you feeling better? I know you haven’t been doing so well,” he said, getting up from the table to give you a quick hug.

“I’m…fine. I didn’t expect to run into you here,” you said.

“Studying for exams,” James said, gesturing to the table.

“I almost forgot you went back to finish getting your degree. Microbiology, right?”

“Yep, that’s it. It’s fucking grueling but hopefully it pays off in the long run,” he said.

“I still don’t get why you want to work with mold and shit for the rest of your life,” one of the guys at the table chimed in.

“Because I like it. Shut up,” James said.

“Gonna introduce me to your friend?” the guy said, looking at you from across the table.

“Do you have to hit on everyone you come across?” the girl beside him groaned.

“I’m just being friendly,” he said.

James quickly introduced you and then turned to the table, doing the same for each person at the table.

“And that’s Alex. Feel free to ignore him,” James said, pointing at the guy who had spoken before.

“Or don’t,” Alex said, a grin forming across his face. James sighed as he turned his attention back to you.

“It was good to see you. I’ll leave you to it,” you said.

“It’s good to see you too. Take care of yourself, okay. I’ll see you at work on Monday,” he said.

You walked past the table, trekking further into the shelves. When you were far enough away, Malthus spoke in your mind.

“I want him.”

“Who? James? No, absolutely not—“

“The other one. The imbecile,” he said.

“I’m not killing one of Jame’s friends. Forget it.”

“You wouldn’t be killing anyone. You’re bait,” the demon said.

“That’s not what it feels like. I’ll have blood on my hands—“

“Lost in thought?” a voice interrupted your inner dialogue with Malthus. You turned your head to see Alex, arms crossed and a smirk plastered across his face as he leaned against a shelf.

“Umm, yeah. I guess you could say that,” you mumbled.

“So you’re James’s little work buddy. He never mentioned that you were so cute,” Alex said, stepping closer as he spoke.

“Oh. I…umm…”

“Say, do you want to hang out? Maybe get a drink with me tonight?” Alex questioned.

“Say yes,” Malthus interjected in your mind.

“Unless you want to skip drinks altogether. Maybe have some fun,” he said.

His advances were not lost on you or Malthus. The demon inside you could feel your growing unease at the sudden not so not-so-subtle flirting, if it could even be called that.

“Let me have him,” Malthus whispered, voice crawling through your brain. You looked Alex up and down, quickly weighing your options.

“Sure, why not?” you said.

“Good. I look forward to it,” he said.

You quickly exchanged information with him and he sauntered away, seemingly proud of himself.

“I’m going to regret that,” you mumbled as you exited the building.

————

Around eight o’clock there was a knock on your door. When you opened it Alex stood in your door frame with a nonchalant expression.

“You look nice,” he said as he walked into your living room.

You had gotten dressed up a bit after you had arrived home and after you had to argue with Malthus to get out of your body, something he did eventually but complained about all the way out. It was as painful as when he possessed you and had left you feeling more drained than before but you tried your best to act high-spirited.

You didn’t have a plan or any guidance for what to do next. Malthus and Valak had a knack for disappearing whenever you wanted to ask a question. So improving was all you could do.

“Have a seat. I know we’re not going for drinks but I don’t see the harm in having one here,” you said, gesturing towards the couch.

“Don’t mind if I do,” Alex said.

He sat down and you sat beside him, keeping some distance as you poured him a drink. You poured yourself one as well. There was no way in hell you were witnessing what was to come sober.

“I’m surprised you actually said yes to this. Considering the fact that we just met,” he said, taking a sip of his drink.

You shrugged.

“I surprised myself. But I haven’t been really social as of late so I figured I needed it,” you said.

It wasn’t a complete lie. Since the demons took over you had slowly distanced yourself from your friends and family. You hadn’t even noticed it at first until they started randomly checking in, concerned about your absence.

“Why is that? You’re too cute not to be social,” Alex said, scooting a bit closer to you. His words were dipped in honey. It wasn’t becoming increasingly obvious that he only had one thing on his mind.

“It’s complicated,” you said.

There was a creaking sound in the distance, as if someone had stepped on a loose floorboard. Both you and Alex looked towards the hallway where the sound came from.

“Is someone here?” Alex asked you.

“No, I live alone,” you said, “The houses in this neighborhood are old though. They make all kinds of sounds.”

“Hmm,” Alex shrugged it off as he took another swig of his drink. You did the same, finishing your drink quickly. Alex moved closer to you once again. His leg brushed against yours as he leaned in closer to you.

“Since you live alone I assume that means no one’s going to interrupt us,” Alex said.

“No one should,” you said, leaning a bit further away. Unfortunately, Alex just moved in to close the gap.

“Good. Because I want to hear how loud you get when nobody can—“ Alex’s words halted. His lips moved slightly, trying to finish his sentence to no avail.

“Alex?” you asked. Genuine concern rushed through you as you watched the man’s jaw go slack.

“Nobody can…nobody…” Alex slurred.

The irises of his eyes clouded over before his whole body slumped over, falling into your lap. You tapped on his shoulder but there was no response. For a moment you contemplated pushing him off but you hesitated when you felt his leg twitch.

“Nobody can hear you,” a voice came from Alex. It wasn’t his own, it was Malthus.

“Disgusting,” Malthus’s voice said through Alex as he rose off your lap. He smacked his lips, seemingly tasting the inside of Alex’s mouth. The smell of sulfur hit your nose as Valak appeared, leaning in the hallway entrance as he looked on.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself. We’re sharing,” Valak said.

“We seem to do a lot of that lately,” Malthus said, turning Alex’s head to look at you.

“That’s it? I thought it was going to be worse than that,” you questioned.

“It is worse than this. We’ve only gotten started,” Valak smiled.

“It gets better. So much better. But you…you’re not ready to see that,” Malthus said. He gripped your jaw, turning your head to the side. “Maybe one day…”

“Stop it,” Valak hissed towards the other demon.

“Fine. Thank you for this,” Malthus said, running his hands over Alex’s chest.

You didn’t say anything, just watched as Malthus disappeared with Alex’s possessed body. Valak lingered, staring at you from the shadows of the hallway. His eyes pierced through the darkness at you as he watched you sink back into the couch.

“See? It’s not as hard as you thought it would be. It’ll be easier next time,” he said.

Next time. You had nearly forgotten that this wasn’t a “one and done” deal. The feeling of dread washed over you as you closed your eyes. You didn’t want to look at the demon before you. You wished you could vanish then and there and get away from the mess that your life was becoming. You had just gotten a man killed. And if the demons had any say in things, which they did, you were going to have to do it again.

“You did well, lamb. Enjoy your reward.”

“Reward?”

Valak was gone when you opened your eyes.

When you went to bed that night your reward became apparent. For the first time in months, you had slept through the entire night. No nightmares, no weird dreams, no demons hovering over you the next morning. For the first time in a long time, you were refreshed, you were energized, you were…happy.

valak is a very scary, manipulative, demon. he always gets what he wants, when he wants. when he sees you, he finds a liking to you. which means he has to stock, torment, and scare you until he’s pleased. i believe that you reader, are a very strong person to put up with his bs. when he finally reveals him in his nun form, you weren’t as scared as he wanted you to be. i mean yeah, your heartbeat was racing but the fear is your veins wasn’t high enough to his liking.

he didn’t understand, how come you weren’t scared? he walks twords you, you feel the heat radiating from his body. from that moment on, he starts liking you. he likes how you act like you don’t fear him. he will try to break you. he doesn’t like your friends/family. very very possessive.

moving on to ℳ𝒶𝓁𝓉𝒽𝓊𝓈.

now malthus is a little different from valak. not a lot tho, but just enough for you to notice. he takes his time, getting to see how you act. he’s not the best with hiding tho, considering the fact that the doll is everywhere in your view. but i mean i suppose he tries. seeing malthus for the first time actually scared you. his true form was frightening. but the same with valak, you got used to it pretty quickly.

he’s more on the charming side, which means he won’t scare you as much as valak would, instead he’ll try more on manipulating you. show you stuff that isn’t there and so on.

poly relationship

both of them fighting over you is more common than you’d think. they want you to think they’re the scariest and best demons. id certainly think that valak would try to fight/banish malthus back to hell. but you’d stop him before it’s to late. the way they fight is way different than how humans do. as stated before, they will manipulate, and deceive you. which means, they will show you stuff that isn’t really there. something beautiful and unique.

they use your home to hide out in, even in their true form. sometimes your favorite flowers will be in odd places for you. that may seem sweet until you get closer to the flowers, and you realize that they’re dead.

if you even attempt to show more ‘attention’ to one than the other, oh my you’re in for a treat. you’ll hear loud growls and groans in the distance. at first it scared you to be honest. you don’t know why they did that, but later you found out. with further investigation you noticed that they weren’t growls or groans. they were whines….which was weird. i mean, demons that scary shouldn’t show affection. right?

their way of affection is um…different. valaks way of showing any emotion is by drawing his long, thin, and black fingers across your body. you may think his fingers would be hot against you, but no, they’re stone cold to the touch. malthus would just prefer to stay in the doll. he doesn’t like coming out much, even if you try to convince him.