pov: you find a video of these three on your phone, which you'd lost in the woods last night. the one in the black hoodie is eating a deer and the other two are cheering him on. there's no explanation.
cryptid gang ft devilcurse_sp and helluva.park.au ‘s erics with vampire eric
The story which are the fault of @nia-nita, @dekujin and @findinghiddenisles. I blame you. You encouraged this. I breached 10k words today, so it was time to start upload it. This is my first POTO fic. Hope you enjoy it.
Demon!Erik AU.
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There is a legend in the old opera house, of a primadonna's who's voice was such that it could move a heart of stone to tears. So beautiful and unearthly that princes and dukes would fall to their knees to plead for her love.
However, her gift was given by something... unholy.
In the deep dark nights an entity would stalk the halls, bringing with it an ungodly heat which caused the wood to cackle with the soft sound of embers and soot marks would be found on the floor in shape of cloven hooves
The primadonna fell pregnant and gave birth to an... abomination.
One side of the face so twisted and distorted that it could not be anything else but a demon's grin, clawed hands, and one part of the body distorted, the skin discolored to what looked like dusty ash.
Thus the secret of the primadonna's beautiful voice came to light.
What became of this primadonna no one knows... but it is said that the child still stalk the halls, with a voice far beyond his mother... and as dangerous as his father
Christine has heard this legend several times living in the opera house... but she has never believed it... until one night... from the deep basement of the opera house... she hears a voice that is so beautiful... it is not possible it could be human.
In the darkness of the night Christine laid in her bed, unable to sleep… it was drafty in the old opera house, though by now she should be used to that… how many times had she not shivered under the blanket since she came here when her father died?
No… it was not the cold which bothered Christine.
There was a sound…
A deep soft sound… of someone singing.
A song which was nearly maddening due to its beauty. So unreal and… unearthly… yet… deeply… unnatural.
It was able to crescendo through even solid stone to reach her.
Of course she did not believe the legend. It was absolutely insanity. That this… demon, devil or whatever it had turned out to be which had given a primadonna such a beautiful voice that it had hardly been heard before.
The name wasn’t spoken… not known… or a secret deeply guarded.
That someone of such fame had her name so easily forgotten… well… was that not the nature of the arts? Singing was such a transient type of art… it did not really exist outside of the moment in which it was born and then faded to… nothing.
Still… Christine always felt the story silly.
More likely was that it was a nasty rumor about a talented singer who had a secret lover and gave birth outside of wedlock, forced to quit her career and… well…
It happened often enough, men who promised women the world and then just left them with the consequences which can come of such actions, moving on to their next conquest.
Also how they spoke of the child… how could such a thing be real? And that it was also haunting the opera house?
Christine figured that it was a good excuse for the people here to blame whatever went wrong on some sort of… demon child.
Though it happened so long ago she supposed that the child would not be a child anymore. He would be grown.
In truth it was a legend which Christine had always been thinking about, asking questions about to the older ones who worked at the opera house, but it didn’t seem that they knew much either. Or wasn’t saying.
At times she had attempted to go through the old posters of the theater to try to find the name of the primadonna, but that lead her nowhere.
No… Christine did not believe in the legend…
But that voice! That voice which was now tormenting her! Where did that come from? What was it?
Was it human?
Then who could sing in such a way?
She had heard the people here play, and everyone, even praised sopranos could not hold a candle to the voice which was now driving her from her sane and rational mind.
Christine rose from her bed, her feet burning slightly as they touched the cold stone floor next to her bed.
She picked up the candle which flickered pitifully on her nightstand, the coldness threatening to sniff it out at any moment.
Slipping on her shoes which was by the bed, she slowly ventured out of her room.
How come no one else heard that voice? Such a voice which could travel so far should wake everyone from their sleep… but…
As she walked down the hallway she could not keep from thinking that she was utterly alone. All the sounds which never left a building as grand as this… they had all been stolen away by this unearthly song, leaving only it to travel the walls…
Standing at the stairs she glanced down towards the darkness.
“Hello? Who are you? Who are you who sings such songs in my head? Is this a dream?” she asked the darkness.
The siren’s song stilled for a moment.
“No dream… Christine…”
Her heart was as if it came to a stop within her chest. The voice… it had spoken her name.
“Who are you?” she asked the darkness.
A soft laugh was her answer before that beckoning song started up again.
Christine bit her lip as she slowly started to move down the stairs, the grand hall invisible to her, but for the small light that her candle could give.
Reaching the bottom floor hesitation came upon the young singer where would she go next? Should she not run up to her room and hide under her blanket when she was a frightened little girl.
Yet… some deep part of her soul told her to go on… to give in…
To give into what?
Her heart was already beating… and despite the cold there was a flush upon her cheeks, as if some deep part of her knew what might happen should she proceed in her quest.
Her feet was moving before she was really aware of what was happening… of what was going on…
Until she stood before the grand mirror in the hall. It was so large that it went all the way from the floor until the ceiling.
Her small flame flickered wildly for a couple of seconds and then… it went out, leaving Christine in utter darkness, except…
For two glowing eyes staring back at her from the mirror.
A hand reached out for her, she seeing now that her eyes adjusted more to the darkness that there was a man standing in that mirror, yet his entire right side hidden from her.
In the cold opera house the mirror was blazing with heat and Christine could feel it. It was a dangerous heat… she knew that she would get burned.
Yet… it drew her in. Her finger had a small scar when she had tried to reach into the fire as a child, his father carefully having to bandaging it up after having pulled her hand from the blaze.
Her father was no longer there to save her from getting burned. Cold and buried.
So Christine let her hand reach towards the glass… feeling the slight resistance and then… her hand wrapping around his…
It was blazing hot… as if she would burn herself all over again… yet this time… she could not pull away.
“Come to me, my angel.”
His voice was like his song, Christine’s blue eyes struggling to believe what she saw before herself.
“I am no…”
“Christine?”
Meg’s voice caused her to jump away from the mirror staring in horror as her best friend came closer holding up a lantern.
“What are you doing up?” Meg asked.
Christine’s brows furrowed as she glanced… yet only their reflection showed in the mirror. As if what she had seen… had been nothing more than a dream.
“I…”
She swallowed. “I seem to have had a nightmare.”
“I can see that, your feet are turning blue, let us get you to bed!” her friend exclaimed as she took her by the arm, leading her up the stairs.
Christine looked back over her shoulders, swearing that those red glowing eyes was still staring at her from the mirror.
If Eric is a demon-human hybrid, there could be angst attached with that idea since Eric cannonly has brothers (that are dead).
Like, what if Derek tried making a successful hybrid and Eric’s brothers were failures that didn’t live that long whereas he’s the only that lived a long time, making him the only success.
Derek hates that he’s the one that lived because he didn’t have any demon featuresand he makes that very clear towards Eric.
If Eric is a hybrid, one question that needs to be answered is what are Derek’s abilities and did Eric inherit them?
Hear me out, hear me out
What is, Derek has a slight body manipulation ability, similar to Actor’s. His is fairly weak but Eric inherits it and it’s so much stronger
Better than even Actor’s abilities
and someone notices that
Okay, if Eric is hybrid, imagine him having mostly human features for most of his life, and shortly after confessing he’s a hybrid to the hunters, he wakes up with something against his back and it’s uncomfortable to lay down on, so he sits up and realizes it’s a demon tail.
"Oh great, I finally accept who I am and this bullshit happens" - Eric
The one-shot about Blank got me thinking. Since Eric is basically the most powerful being in the DemonHunter!AU, what if a hunter or a demon tries to force him to breed to make a being more powerful? How would he react?
