“Am I really going to do this?”
Your eyes fluttered shut with repose, lightly resting a soft palm on the worn pages of the old spell book, the decrepit edges slightly curling. steady words immediately falling out.
Daemonem mortis evoco, eum ad latus meum ligans donec mors manus meas teneat.
(Translation: I summon a demon of death, binding him to my side till death holds my hands.)
For a moment. Nothing, not a sound, not a movement, not a single squeak. Before you could even comprehend the floor lurched. falling back to the ground body unable to move. You couldn’t move. You couldn’t move. You couldn’t move. A rush of panic filled your veins. Eyes squeezing shut, breath quickening with fear.
‘What have I done to myself’
Torturous thoughts blaring; the voices so loud you were unable to hear shelves losing its glory. literature falling, scattering like a swarm of birds. The feeling was like being sucked into the belly of a beast. Sweat dripping from your temples, hands shaking, sticky with fear. wanting to scream, to call for help, but it was too late. It had already stopped.
Opening your eyes. Salty drops pouring down your face like a fountain. Quickly standing up to move away from whatever had just been inflicted too yourself. The room looked like a war zone. An exasperated sigh came from your lips, that will be fun to clean up. Wiping the tears that were still spilling from your eyes. You looked down at the book; it was open. You felt horror just looking at the thing. stepping back. Multiple, small, quick, steps on unstable legs. turning around, running.
launched back onto the floor, ass taking in most of the impact. Whatever had you walked into was… Warm, no boiling. The heat had radiated through skin even with the short amount of contact. Your hand feeling your face that the leftover warmth that had emitted to. Looking up, still in shock from the catastrophe. Face churning to utter disbelief. ‘Don’t tell me…’ doing the best to collect yourself. tucking in your legs. Wiggling backwards.
“So, yer the idiot who summoned me”
A shrill scream came from your throat. From the voice in the shadows of your room. His voice was harsh, loud, laced with hostility and a rough accent.
You made quick work of getting to your feet making a grab to anything you could reach.
He looked down utter distaste. lifting your gaze to his face… Stunned. He was unlike nothing you’d had ever even seen. He had some attributes of a human but so far from being human. A thick prominent scowl etched onto his face. Two large piercing eyes, ominously red. A gaze was so harsh it was like felt like they could look through souls. Eyes calculating and intense. taking your gaze off his eyes in fear of irritating the… The… What exactly, is he? …
Horns? Horns. Two pronounced horns adorned atop of his head, black, pure solid black. His hair covered the base of each horn, ash blonde and spiky. Like Pomeranian fur. Each tuft of his hair formed into fluffy spikes in all different directions. slowly moving my eyes lower, he was shirtless, body was insane. Chest was broad, muscles shifting under skin like coiled serpents. His body had ridges of muscle that didn’t belong to human anatomy.
There was an awful long silence before you finally spoke. A soft delicate voice could almost be called a whisper.
“Well no. I- i- want you to be my familiar.”
His voice was loud, powerful, my room shook with the decibels his voice produced, Flinching at his outrage. I put my head down, trying to move away. Limbs shaking. This was humiliating. To make matters worse my stomach roared like a dying mammal, stripping way what little dignity was left. He looked at me, something so small and pathetic. He stopped his outraged pausing, pondering, planning.
“And what makes ya think i’d be yer familiar mortal?”
“You know… you are… quite handsome, Demon.”
The words felt sour in the mouth, but who were you kidding it was doubtful many would disagree. He lifted a brow, in curiosity, jaw agape. A face that looked at you with pure surprise. Twisting into something darker. A slow, sharp grin pulled at his lips. Amusement.
“Ignoring my question mortal. Brave, i’ll give you that, maybe i’ll keep you as a pet, flattery suits you.
eyes widened, pink rising against your sun-kissed face, sucking in a short, gasping breath. Two large arms encased the middle of your waist. For such a strong and powerful appearance, the touch was quite gentle.
letting go of the item you were holding at once.
Warm humid breath brushing against the nape of your neck. Bakugo’s eyes softened, he sucked in a long breath.
“Maybe i’ll humour you mortal, not to as if i got another choice. You’ve bound me to you, in other words, I’m yours… princess till death does you part.”
His words slithered like a snake. What a bully. Yet all you could hear was how his voice dropped a few octaves, mixed with his warm sadistic chuckle.
“And trust me, I’m no Prince Charming.”
You huffed, trying to ignore how that made your pulse quicken and maybe just a little bit dripping at the sensation. His face was inches from yours, holding your chin like a wine glass, with addition a very annoying smirk plastered to his face. Fuck.
