Demon!Ghost who is a slumbering incubus. Awakened by a witch’s plea into the void, Ghost seals the agreement by appearing in her summoning circle. She thinks he’s under control, but she soon discovers the truth. With bargain struck, she is now Ghost’s to command. And witches make good pets.
Demon!Soap who is the son of Pestilence. Under his father’s watchful eye, he brews plagues and diseases of pandemic proportions. But one wayward soul assigned to an eternity of torment under Pestilence appears, and Soap decides in secret that he’d like to keep this little light all to himself.
Demon!Gaz is an agent of the Devil. He walks the mortal plane, appearing as a human, frequenting all places of vice. He lurks in dark corners and in boardrooms, offering wealth, beauty, and your deepest desire. All it takes is a few drops of blood, and the offering of your soul.
Demon!Price is a creature trapped in darkness. For millennia, he has been buried deep within the earth. Even underground, and contained within a warded cage, he can hear the whispers from above. There’s a curious stranger exploring where they shouldn’t. Just a bit further, and Price will finally feast.
After a long, long sleep, I trudged back to my office a skeptic. I wasn't entirely sure what happened last night. There's no way it wasn't a dream, right? I mean, I've been reading down internet rabbit holes about demons and mythical monsters for weeks after I found that journal, it's only natural I manipulate my dreams to reflect that... right?
I cross my arms as my gaze sweeps over the room. Unfortunately, the salt circle is still there, candles had melted into dark sludge on my hardwood floor, and a heaviness I wish I didn't recognize sat upon my collar. My necklace was gold. Solid gold.
I force myself to clean that mess up. Demons... I scoff aloud. Who'd have thought? Biblical creatures most would probably assume fictional whether they're of faith or not. And the things he said. What was all that mess? His words still ring in my head...
"I don't bite... unless it's specifically asked of me."
"What is with you? I can't decide between fuckin' yer brains out and tuckin' you into bed."
"Easy, lovie. I'll take care of you, yeah? Make you wanna be mine for more than one night. No strings attatched, honest."
The worst part? The way my body grew hot at the thought. Exciting and shameful, actually falling for the charms of a demon. In my defense, he looked exactly like Elliot Knight, but with braids, and we all know how hot that man is. I briefly wonder if Gaz has the ability to appear as any attractice form, like a siren would.
Gaz.
I shake my head. Now I'm casually using his name as if he's more than a creature I'd accidentally invited into my home.
"Didn't feel like an accident to me, Lovie."
I yelp, whipping around to face the voice. There he is. He said something about returning soon, but I didn't think it would be this soon.
"Awe, still so jumpy. You're scared of me, Lovie?"
Gaz pads across the floor, sandals clacking softly against the finished wood, until he's close enough to take my hand and deliver a delicate kiss to my knuckles. The kiss is not without its own magic, as a golden ring appears on my middle finger exactly where his lips touched my skin. It's beautiful.
"Wasn't sure you weren't a dream," I mutter. It was meant to be snarky, but his growing smile told me my word choice could've been better.
"A dream, huh? Tha's real sweet of you."
He tugs me closer before moving his hand from mine to around my waist. He ushers me into a gentle embrace, gently swaying us like a dance.
"I know our meeting was a little awkward, but I wanna make it up to you. Yer lookin' to learn more about magic an' all that, right? Let me help."
My suspicion only grew. He sauntered up to me yesterday with sexual promise, saying something about claiming me before others could, and now... what? He wants to be my study buddy? He might as well have had three heads. Well, he is a demon. He might.
"Right. After threatening to 'fuck my brains out' yesterday?" I scoff. Gaz only laughs.
"Were you hoping for that?" I shove him.
"Just takin' the piss, Lovie. Though, I am here if you ever do wanna... experiment~"
"What exactly do you want with me?"
"Honestly, Lovie? I wanna figure you out." He moves us toward my desk, prompty lifting me onto the finished oak surface before crowding between my legs.
"There's something about you that's gnawing at my core. I need it. I don't know what it is, but I'm craving it, Lovie. Let me find it..."
Demon!141 disguising themselves as priests to corrupt and seduce high-ranking Nun!Reader. Enjoy
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cw: religious themes, dubcon, corruption, afab!reader
you don't suspect a thing when you suddenly habe 4 new priests around your community, they're so friendly and well liked by everyone!! you like them too, not realising the way the 4 of you are looking at you, wanting to tear your gown off your pure body. it doesn't take long before they get touchy, always 'accidentally' touching you, bumping into you - you don't question them or think anything of their touches - they're men of God after all. they're men of the cloth, they wouldn't be inappropriate towards a pretty thing like you.
until they get greedier, more and more impatient, their touches more bold and rough; cupping your ass and brushing your tits - even making you sit on their laps as they show you this week's sermon, feeling you up. you get nervous as yout robe is pushed up, speaking up when a hand wanders between your legs, but you get shushed, a hand soothingly rubbing your back while soft words are murmured into your ear.
"its okay, I know what I'm doing. don't worry, just let me do what i need to.." while their fingers start pushing past yout underwear and into your cunt, curling against your sweet spot as little, choked back moans spill from your lips while little crocodile tears run down yout cheeks. you know it's wrong, they're making you break your celibacy vow - but the fingers feel a little too good, and you know they're men of the cloth; they wouldn't do something improper, right?
Demon name: Jocnr Hpie
Born: Unknown
*Unlike the other Bloodthirsters in the group we managed to interview he is very tight lipped.* -Demonologist [REDACTED]
Notable feature: Bone growths around the sides of its head and mouth that give him a "beard" or facial hair type of appearance. Also the fact that smoke seems to billow out of his mouth just like that one hive noble that could never stop smoking. -Agent [REDACTED] who was reprimanded for gaining access to the Demonologists documents
*You're not saying that I'm wrong sir*
**FURTHER REPREMANDING**
*** He also liked wearing this weird hat I think it was Agent [REDACTED]'s old fishing hat?***
He has a habit of referring to the lower ranks under his care as his 'kids' or 'team'. Usually will help Handler [REDACTED] corral the Initiates to where they need to go which has caused confusion amongst the lower ranks as they think Jocnr is an Agent.
[AUDIO LOG]
+ Sound of bones popping and a deep inhale+
= You hurt one of my kids= Jocnr taking a drag of his cigar
=My lord we're simply trying to free you from the corpse worshipers!= Unknown cultist, groveling
+Annoyed huff+
=Do you believe me to be so weak I cannot break these bindings myself?= Jocnr clearly using his true voice. The groan in the background is Initiate [REDACTED] barely alive by this point but this is when the blood vessels in their nose and ears ruptured.
+Foot steps moving+
=My Lord wait! AUGH=
+Sounds of flesh against stone before the sounds of bone breaking and the wet slap of most likely viscera. Splatter and a sigh, at this time Initiate [REDACTED] groans again+
=Kiddo?=
+Feet moving rapidly+
=Hey there Kiddo you're gonna be alright I've got you!=
+A grunt as at this time cameras will show Jocnr carrying Initiate [REDACTED]+
[END AUDIO LOG]
*We need to study further why Jocnr so easily bonds to squads he's apart of* -Inquisitor [REDACTED]
**Granted** Lord Inquisitor [REDACTED]
Demonhost: Another that has lax host standards but hosts that are around 1.8 to 2 meter's tall are his preferred; 90+ kg; late 30's to early 40's; and prefers hosts with military backgrounds. If those standards are met he can inhabit a body for several months up to a year. They all shift in the same way they'll all grow a beard in the same pattern as his demonic one and their faces will shift to look similar which is how lower ranks have been confused as he appears the same in every body. Skin color will lighten and hair will turn to a greying brown. His eyes normally are a molten brass (as most other Khorne demons) but Initiates have said his eyes are blue. Keeps his hair short and his beard trimmed.
When the candles blew out, I gasped. Less from the surprise that something happened, and more from the weird feeling I got. It's not a gut feeling or anything suspenseful, but a physical sensation. I felt over my arms, my legs, and tried searching in the darkness for the feathery softness that was encasing my form but nothing was there. I couldn't find anything. I stood, moving toward the light switch, but the quiet clink of a lighter stole my attention.
I whipped my head around to see a flicker of light. A few more clicks and the flame properly ignited. The flame moved slightly, then the room filled with the scent of tobacco. I quickly flicked the light on and there he was: one of the demons from the journal.
It was the Angel -- John, right? Full beard, two sets of dark wings, and horns poking through a bucket hat. Or... is that a boonie? I can't really tell. He's dressed well: black dress shirt over tan slacks with a deep brown vest over top. He's... oddly handsome. Is that a normal thing to think? I'm not saying I'm into older men, but I get it now. His eyes are locked on me, analyzing. He's studying me from afar like he's expecting me to try something.
"You summoned me, dove," he all but grumbles. "Why do you seem so surprised I came?"
When I finally did find my voice, it came out stammered. I wasn't able to properly rhetoric about how there was no way I could've known the ritual would actually work. The angel seemed almost amused by my stupor, puffing a smoky cloud from his cigar before approaching me.
The scent of tobacco is suffocating. Thick, smog-like clouds linger in the air with every puff of that seemingly endless Cuban. It's rich, the scent. I kind of like it. His wings flex here and there, as if they haven't been used in some time. Looking at the state of the feathers, it's clear he is a fallen angel. Dark, possibly burnt at the tips. Once he's face-to-face with me, I realize I barely reach his shoulder.
"The matter, dove? You seem skittish."
The demon mused, seemingly intrigued by the obvious power her has in this situation. However, he doesn't abuse it. He doesn't move to hurt me or push me toward fear. He just... watches.
"Be not afraid," he soothes, his smoke encasing us in an eerie fog.
"Little secret? I can't do a damn thing to you without striking a deal. Again, you summoned me. I'm yours to command, if you choose to."
My shoulders relaxed but my face showed my disbelief. John only shrugged before taking a long inhale of his cigar and blowing the smoke directly at me. I braced to feel his breath, but nothing came. When I opened my eyes, I could see the smoke flying around me as if there was an invisible barrier protecting me -- a definitive ring that his smoke could not penetrate.
"You can't touch me... at all?" I ask.
He nods. "Until you give me permission." John's smirk then grows playful.
"Would you like me to touch you~?"
I feel like I should have expected a question like that, but my face still burst into a red hue. That was reaction enough for John, who warmly chuckled at my expression. Clearly, he was having fun with me.
"I'll keep that in mind, Dove."
"There's nothing to keep in mind--"
"Mhm." John ignores me, his attention turning to the leatherbound book I had been studying. I'd abandoned the book on the floor when I was drawing the pentagram, and John noticed it and took it into his hold. He flipped through the pages, finding the notes on himself and the other three demons I was interested in.
"Huh. So this is what that damned wizard had to say," John mutters to himself. I quirk my eyebrow, steeping closer in attempt to see what he was referring to. He clapped the book closed.
"Don't go summoning other demons thinkin' all of 'em will be as nice as me," John warns. "My boys are safe, but I can't say the same about the rest. You do know what happened to the old wizard, yeah?"
I blinked. "Wh... what wizard?"
John sighs, finally realizing just how little I knew about magic and demons. With a wave of his hand, my desk chair rolls behind me and I'm forced to take a seat but an unseen force. John drops the book and looms over me, hands perched on the armrests of my chair.
"He played dangerous games, and lost his life and soul because of it. Do not make deals with any demons, ye hear me? Don't matter what they offer you."
It's ironic having a demon warn me about other demons, but I knew by the look in his eyes he meant it. I wondered if "his boys" were the other three demons that caught my attention before. If he says they're safe, does that mean they can't touch me either if I were to summon them? Does he command them? Questions swarmed my mind, making me thrice as curious as before I started my research into this magic.
John noticed my change in expression and sighs. His eyes said he meant business, but his smile warmed into something almost intimate.
"You're gonna be difficult, aren't you, Dove?" He chuckles once more. "Yer lucky I like a challenge. Am I gonna have to teach you to behave?"
He raises his hand, extending a finger as if to tilt my chin up toward him. Just before he makes contact, he pauses. A click of his tongue, and he speaks again.
"Gonna need you t' say I can touch you, Dove."
That heat returns to my cheeks, but I nod. "You can."
"I can what, Dove."
"You can touch me."
With that simple permission, he tilts my head up to force eye contact. His firey orange irises seem to glow a bit brighter as we lock eyes. Before I can ask what he's doing, he presses a delicate kiss to my lips. His facial hair gently scratches my skin, but it's not unpleasant. It's actually kind of nice. I lean into the affection and kiss him back. There's a little voice in the back of my mind that is screaming against this, but I ignore it. Kissing a fallen angel is, well, heavenly.
He pulled away with a much softer smile, like he'd been waiting for that. The way he carried himself was so confident, as if he'd been doing his research on me while I did mine on him. Was he the force that attracted me to the leather book in the first place? Maybe the he was the reason I stopped to give him and those other three extra attention during my intitial read through? I was entranced.
"I have to go now, Dove, but I will return. You'll wait for me, yes?"
His leave was abrupt, but I only nodded in response to his request.
"Good human~"
With that, he vanished into smoke. The scent finally caught up to me and I got a little lightheaded. A nap was definitely in order right now. I glanced at the time and it was already seven in the morning. Morning!? It was midnight just moments ago! How had seven hours go by that quickly?? Ugh, I need sleep...
Okay, but it’s reminding me of DC’s John Constantine who sold his soul to three different high ranking rulers of hell demons so in the end-none of them could actually collect his soul (to torture) bc it’d mean a war in Hell none wanted to fight and it pisses them off so much but they can’t do anything about it and he got cured of his lung cancer if I remember correctly 😂
Now it’s giving me Witch!Reader who thinks they pulled a fast one on the Demon!141 but then it turns out-they’re all willing to share and oh dear Witch!Reader was really relying on the pride of demons and wasn’t expecting this outcome 🤣.
Ah! Thank you so much!!! <3
You have my mind working because now I'm just thinking about Witch!Reader with Poly!Demon!141 and I'm going to short-circuit over it....
Unless what might win doesn't change... here's a bit of Bloodthirster Gaz dropping lore to an Inquisitor
"Why? Well the thirsty bitch isn't the only one to have a claim to being attractive. Oh yes martial prowess is important it's why I focus on tactics. And how pretty are the minds you bring to me dear Inquisitor. Are you mad? Agent [REDACTED] made the prettiest noises. You think it that thirsts is the only one who has their demon's use sex? You shouldn't be so close minded Inquisitor... and here I thought you knew better. Hmmm yes sex isn't normally used but what of the thrill of survival... the act of bonding with your comrades... sometimes that involves sex. Oh I'm just the first Bloodthirster that you've caught I wonder Inquisitor... how many of your pretty little Agents... those Handlers... those cute little Initiates have been lured close? We just need to plant the seed." -Akilzcgre's answers during an interview that preceded an entire loyalty audit of the Inquisitorial section of the ship.
*I WILL NOT HAVE DEMONIC INFLUENCE ON THE SHIP JUST BECAUSE WE'VE ONLY NOW JUST DISCOVERED THAT KHORNE DEMONS KNOW HOW TO FUCK. WHY IS THIS ONLY BEING FOUND OUT NOW?!* -Lord Inquisitor [REDACTED]
