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His eyes watch your every movement, as they have been for the past hour. You move through the club fluidly, talking to people, hanging onto your friends. Calum knows he shouldn’t be jealous about the way you’re gripping the human you call ‘Luke,’ but Calum can’t help himself.
He sips his drink, leaning back against the bar. He supposes this isn’t the worst place he could be on a Saturday night. You look stunning, you always do, but tonight you’ve dressed up.
It’s someone’s birthday, you’d told Calum a name but he hadn’t bothered to remember it. His job is to watch you, not to learn your friend's names. But Luke? Calum has been watching Luke lately.
Luke exudes happy energy that makes Calum want to gag, he’s always happy, with a halo of golden curls that make him look too much like an angel for Calum to be comfortable.
And the way you grab Luke... something about it is different tonight. You’re clutching his arm tightly, as if you need him to stay steady.
Calum’s supposed to be the one steadying you, after all, he’s the demon who’d been summoned to take care of you because you’re of ‘special interest’ to his boss, whatever that means.
Calum stiffens when Luke drags you onto the dance floor, anger bubbling inside his already fiery soul. He’s on edge, waiting, waiting... Luke leans down as if he’s about to kiss you and that’s when Calum jumps into action, quickly entering the crowd to grab you and tear you away from the blonde.
You and Luke both look at your stoney faced protector with wide eyes, “Calum-” you start to argue with him, but the demon grabs your arm, tearing you away from Luke and off the dance floor, “Calum stop!” you tell him, struggling in his grip.
No one makes a move to help you, after all, Calum has a reputation, even amongst humans. People are always able to tell there’s something off about him, a predatory aura that keeps everyone at an arms length.
He takes you through a back door and into an alleyway, finally releasing your arm- only to throw you against a wall, pressing you into it with his body. He cages you in with his hands on either side of you, keeping you exactly where he wants you. “what the fuck was that?” he growls, eyes nearly fully black with rage.
For the first time ever with Calum, you feel scared. He may be a demon, but you know he’s supposed to protect you, not doing whatever this is.
“what do you mean?” you nearly whimper under his gaze.
“You and that Angel looking douche, you were going to let him kiss you.” Calum tells you, encroaching more into your space. You’re not sure where to look, his dark eyes, his plump lips- “tell me.” Calum growls, grabbing your chin with one hand, “you were going to let him kiss you.”
“yes.”
“but baby,” the pet name should sound sweet, but on his lips it doesn't, “don’t you know you’re mine?”
notes: the long awaited return of demon bois. aka hell over me is here. i’m probs gonna wrap it up in the next part idk still working that out however enjoy!!
warnings: none
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part i, part ii, part iii, part iv, part v,
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Calum knew that he was dead.
But he wasn’t too sure if this was purgatory or some kind of heaven.
It was vast fields of colour, the different flowers dancing to their own song. But as he walked, beyond the ridge of a field that was coated in gold, a small cottage came into his view.
Curiosity was something that Calum had learned to control from day one after Lucifer took him. It was control that he’d perfected.
But in this vast land that held nothing else to keep his attention, he allowed his curiosity to rise. And so he made his way over.
At the door, he hesitated to knock, his hand hovering above the door. But before he could strike the wood, it flung open and there were arms wrapped around him, the force of the hug making him stumble.
Tilting his head down, he realised his soul was singing at her touch and the vibrant red curls finally clicked in his mind.
“Lyra?” Her face pulled back, tanned skin peppered with freckles as she beamed at him.
“You made me wait, Cal.” Guilt filled his gut at her statement, his fingers brushing her curls away from her face before his fingers traced her jaw, curving under her chin.
Lyra’s face tilted into his touch, a soft smile on her lips.
“I’m sorry for making you wait, sweetheart.” The endearment rolled off his tongue, and he watched as two pink spots appeared on her cheeks.
His head was overwhelmed with emotion, emotion that he’d only ever dared to dream about when he was away from the depths of hell, away from his watchers.
“C’mon, there’s some people already here for us.” The pinks spots had not faded from her cheeks, and he smiled as her hand slipped into his, pulling him into the cottage.
He recognised Hecate almost instinctively, his magic almost singing as she smiled and stood from her spot.
Lyra stood to his side as he reached her and his eyes fell shut as her hands rested on either side of his face, the soothing magic that covered her skin relaxing his body.
“You have suffered for many years, my child. And it was never fair to you.” She murmured, her thumbs brushing his cheeks.
His fingers squeezed Lyra’s gently.
“I was given her. It is worth everything I had to suffer, even if we only got a few precious moments.” He whispered before opening his eyes. He was met with the sight of Hecate beaming at him.
“Even after everything, your heart is still pure.” She pulled away and stepped aside and Calum immediately bowed to his old Tohunga.
“Rise tamaiti. You are no longer under my instruction.” Calum did so, his magic feeling more at peace than he’d ever felt.
“Sit, both of you. We have much to discuss.”
Calum helped Lyra to sit first, taking the spot next to her. His hand never left hers and Hecate could only smile in response.
“We have a conundrum you see. Leta informed me of what was to happen. Of what the fates had told her was destined.”
“Michael’s Goddess?” Calum queried and his Tohunga nodded.
“When the siren magic breaks, her bond will pull her back from death. Because your magic protected her.”
“When the siren magic breaks?” Her voice was small, quiet. His thumb rubbed soothing circles on the back of her hand.
“They will burn the bodies before nightfall. Your two sisters are the only survivors. Your bond to them both was protected by Calum’s magic. When the sisterhood bond dies, their bond will pull you back.”
Lyra could feel the dull ache in her chest begin to form as she registered the words. Although she struggled with her sisters, what they tried to do, they’d sheltered and cared for her. Her eyes flickered to the demon sat next to her.
“But Calum will not return with me?” The Tohunga smiled kindly at her, the old face feeling comforting, familiar.
“No. But there is a tribal call for loved ones. There is enough magic to bring him back.”
Calum glanced at him in shock.
“I will return with her?” Hecate smiled kindly.
“Your magic protected her. You brought down the cliffside knowing that it would kill you both, yet you still tried to protect her. Magic is a funny thing, my little wizard. Intent is everything to our magic, and mixed with your tribal magic, your bond forged almost immediately.” She explained and they shared a look and Lyra rubbed the back of his hand with her thumb.
“What’s the call?” She asked the Tohunga who beamed at her, his wrinkled face lighting up at her words.
Calum could not tell how much time passed as his soulmate studied with his Tohunga, her attention never wavering, never leaving the old tribal elders face as he taught her the call that he’d only ever heard of. Her hand had long since dropped from Calum’s as she learned the call, but Calum could feel his heart warm.
“She will be devout to you, Calum.” Hecate’s words were almost soothing in their manner, his shoulders relaxing just a touch.
“The devotion would be returned in kind. Does Leta know what is to happen when I return?” Hecate shook her head sadly.
“She is forbidden of giving us that information if it directly affects our descendants. You all waged war against the Siren’s, a prophecy that we never thought would come to pass. Myself and your Tohunga have, shall we say, a free pass currently because in the eyes of the law and the land, you’re both dead.” A sharp twist in his heart made him sigh.
“It’s going to hurt when we return, isn’t it?” He was beginning to feel the old magic dance around them as Lyra began to chant the words once more. He could see his Tohunga was being impressed with her determination.
“Would you really stay here, leaving her alone in a world that she will be bound to restore? Where she will not be able to take her life until her duty is done? Would you do that to her?” Calum knew his answer.
“Will I return as I am?”
“No. That demon will have no control. You technically died and that is the end of his power. When you go back, should you choose to do so, you will come back as a magical, as is your birthright.”
“The brand will disappear?” His voice has grown quieter and Hecate hissed.
“The brand will vanish which will further show proof to your claim that Lucifer does not own you and he never will.” A sneer crossed her face. “Leta will pull him back in line. If he dares to defy I will make him suffer for what he did to you.” Calum felt his heart warm at her words and before he could stop himself, he leaned forward and wrapped his arms around her.
“Thank you.” His voice was quiet, and it took the Goddess a second to respond before her arms wrapped around him in return, her head turning slightly to press a kiss to his temple.
“You are mine to protect my child, if it means fighting Lucifer then so be it.”
“Tell me, are my family suffering?” Calum pulled back from the hug, allowing himself to revel in the reassurance from Lyra, her hand resting on his shoulder as his gaze landed on the Tohunga and the old tribal elder shook his head.
“They’re at peace now. They feast with your ancestors and watch over you.”
And Calum felt the peace settle in his heart as Lyra squeezed his shoulder gently.
“When will the siren magic snap?” Lyra finally asked and Hecate smiled kindly at her.
“Now.”
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Lyra could feel Calum’s body next to her. She needed to stop herself from letting the heartbreak settle. She trusted that Hecate and Calum’s Tohunga were being honest with both of them.
Pulling herself up, her eyes taking in how her fingers had curled around his hand and a smile slipped across her lips as she sat up.
Gasps echoed around her, making her head jolt up in shock as various people stared at her in awe.
Bodies were shoved out of the way, and her eyes met Melody and Serina’s. They let out a breath of shock before they launched forwards, Melody reaching Lyra first, her arms wrapping around her tightly.
Lyra took in a deep breath as Serina wrapped her arms around her as well.
“I need the witches.” She finally breathed, twisting her body before yelping in shock.
“You’ve probably got some broken bones. You were both under rubble when we found you.” Serina explained, trying to push Lyra back but she shook her head.
“Witches.” She hissed as she pushed herself off and a pair of slender yet strong arms wrapped around her body, holding her up.
“What do you need us for.” Lyra looked up, her eyes studying the witch who had clearly been crying, tear tracks on her cheeks.
“I was protected by the sirens magic. It protected him enough so that Hecate could help protect him. But there is a tribal call to bring back loved ones.” And a gasp escaped the witches.
“Stand at his head, give me a second.” And the next few moments were a hubbub as witches began to move and circle around herself and Calum.
“Come back to me, love.” Her words were drowned out by the chants that were growing louder. She could feel the magic and her eyes caught the sight of Ashton at the opposite end, his own baritone voice mixing with the witches.
Various things happened at once as the chanting grew louder.
Calum’s back arched off the table where he lay, another yell echoed around from the crowd and Ashton collapsed to his knees.
And that was when Calum took in a deep breath and Lyra nearly cried.
“You’re okay, you’re alive.” She got out, her lips touching his forehead before letting her own rest against his.
The chanting had stopped and a roar of fury echoed around. Lyra’s eyes widened.
“Cal, baby I need you to sit up.” She didn’t even care if it was too soon to be so smitten with her soulmate, but she knew he needed to be kept safe.
“Where is my demon?” Lucifer barrelled through just as Lyra had gotten him sat up. Ashton was quick enough to get to his feet and stand between the raging King of Hell and his best friend.
“He’s not yours anymore.” Lyra snapped at Lucifer, watching as cracks appeared in the ground beneath his feet. She wasted no time in ripping off his shirt, showing the unblemished skin, free from Lucifer’s mark.
Lucifer stepped forward, grabbing ahold of Ashton’s bicep to move him out of the way, only to be met with a sharp pain, drawing his hand back to his chest.
“He is no longer yours, Lucifer. Neither of them are. Leave.” Jade hissed to the enraged King.
Before he could make any comment or anyone could say anything else, a dark skinned woman emerged from the crowd, touching Michael’s shoulder and nodding to Serina before her fingers gripped his shoulder.
“I would suggest that you think very carefully. You’re on thin ice as it is, Lucifer.” And the King froze.
There were confused mutterings before gasps from the wolves came. But the moment the gasps came, the two were gone in a flash of light and Michael smirked.
“And that, people, is why we don’t actively piss off our goddess.”
Luke couldn’t help but laugh as his arms circled Carina; his lips finding hers. His body was practically singing knowing that she was safe and that was when his hunger became known to him, keeping his face pressed into her neck.
“What happened to his mark?” Ashton’s voice carried over and Carina was grateful when one of the witches had the sense to hand her a blood bag.
“When he never returned, we were prepared for the eventuality of being contacted by you. As weeks began to pass, we realised that it was most likely the sirens were going to be starving him too.” She explained as she sliced the corner and passed it to Luke. He didn’t argue as he drained the bag greedily.
Her attention turned to the group, Luke following her actions after a sharp elbow to his gut.
“Hecate explained that I technically died. His hold over me went with it. I’m magical with some traits from being a demon. Nothing more.” Calum explained as a few of the witches forced both of them to lie back down.
The adrenaline was wearing off and it was obvious to anyone that both of them were in agony.
“You’ve got so many broken bones, both of you. It’s going to take at least a week to heal, even with the advanced healing.” Jade explained and Calum grimaced.
“They can stay with us.” Luke spoke up, his eyes flickering to Carina who nodded. “I owe them a debt, they saved our lives. It’s the least I could do. Plus Carina will be on hand to help with the healing.”
“I think all of us are agreed when we say we owe them both a debt.” Michael finally spoke and Calum fought the blush that was threatening to cover his cheeks.
“None of the life debt business.” He finally muttered, earning scattered laughs from those that were listening.
“We still owe you a debt all the same.” Melody spoke up, her fingers sliding into Ashton’s. His lips curved up into a gentle smile as he brought her knuckles to his lips.
“You don’t owe me a debt, Melody. Keep him happy and I’ll consider the debt satisfied.” Calum nodded to Ashton and she bowed her head towards him. Ashton groaned.
“At least neither of us have to worry about our asses being handed to us by some errant demons.” He finally muttered and Calum laughed, sucking in a sharp breath when the pain got too much.
“Like they’d dare piss off Leta. Hecate already said she’d go toe to toe with the King. I doubt he’d be willing to fight two of them and win.” This earned sniggers from the wolves and witches alike.
It was a few more hours before the crowds finally dispersed before the humans reached the area and Carina finally began to prep her two charges for transport.
“This will make for an uncomfortable journey, but you need my magic to get you past our protections.” She explained softly and both hummed in acceptance.
The transport itself was disorientating, but with the broken bones and damaged body, both of them let out hisses of pain once they’d reached the destination. Carina was immediate with her reactions, using her magic to ease both of their pains before moving them to one of the many spare rooms in the house.
“I’ll be back in a few moments with everyone else.” She was gone before either could respond, so they simply lay in the quiet, their fingers entwined.
“I don’t know about you, but when we’re better, how about a vacation?” Calum held back his snort, the small smile nearly turning into a grimace as pain flashed across his face.
“Best plan I think. I can take you to my old tribe too.”
His head turned ever so slightly to see her eyes light up at his suggestion, her fingers squeezing his as best she could.
“Lets focus on getting better first then.” Lyra’s voice was gentle but Calum felt like his body was on cloud nine.
He knew at those words that he truly would do anything for her.
“Your wish is my command, sweetheart.”
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WHAT ABOUT LUKE HE DESERVES TO GET HIS DICK SUCKED REAL FUCKING GOOD he could just fucking end me. Like dude, this is your demon Luke coming to LIFE. AND DEMON LUKE NEEDS A GOOD BLOWJOB. ITS WHAT HE DESERVES
does he though? my demon luke is an ASSHOLE. but i guess maybe a GREAT blowjob would make him feel better and be not so much of a douche eh?
yo. can you imagine tho. like. he has you pinned against a wall, lips teasing yours and he’s smirking and you’re like “you’re an asshole you know that right?”
he hums in response, grin widening like the cheshire cat as he looks you up and down, “think i have something you could do to make me nicer.”
“yeah? what’s that?” you ask.
his hands go to his belt and you know where this is going. he steps back a little, giving you room to sink to your knees. you doubt it will actually solve anything or make him nicer but boy, are you ready to fucking try. suck that nonexistent soul out of that boys body
Okay but can we talk about how Michael looks like he’s in an underground grunge band, just add some copious amounts of eyeliner and those boots you know I like the ones from the arias he could stomp a bitch with and then that f king cHoKer and the lighting as he performs and just taking him to the bathroom or maybe you only make it to just the hallway and sucking his non existent soul out through his dick
babe how do i even respond to this. okay. imma just write a little oneshot. and because im a dick. i’ll make you the OC. how do you feel about that?
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The sound of his guitar was mesmerizing. Michael had skills and everyone in the bar knew it, eyes on the grunge guitarist with his blue dyed hair falling in front of his face, half obscuring the smudged, dark eyeliner on his lids that brought out the green of his eyes. He was truly beautiful. Like some fallen angel, pouring his soul into art in an effort to somehow redeem himself, even amidst drunk strangers, on a shitty, make shift stage, in the back corner of a dodgy bar.
and even though the lost souls in the crowd with their foreign faces, couldn’t offer him any redemption, one person could.
perched on a bar table, gaze on the grunge guitarist who was rocking her favourite choker and some dangerous looking platform heels, Em watched the rock god demon with eyes full of adoration.
whenever he looked up, Michael searched for her, finding her easily amongst the bodies that meant nothing to him. he had always felt a pull to her, something drawing his practically non-existent soul to the girl with the frizzy hair he adored so much and the pretty green eyes that she always framed with crazy eye liner, or set off with an interesting shade of lipstick.
tonight, her lips were purple, a new colour he’d picked up for her when he’d seen it at the drugstore on a midnight run with a case of the munchies. and she looked fabulous.
the set finished and Michael handed his guitar to a stage runner, stepping down and immediately setting off to his girl who awaited him with open arms. he was sweaty and glistening in the dazzling lights, colourful beams illuminating his beautiful skin and making him look like the angel he once was.
he pulled Em to his chest, cradling her close, “what did you think of the set babe?” he asked, looking down at her.
“i loved it.” she assured him, always ready to offer support to the demon who meant the world to her.
he studied her lips, the shade of purple, and a wild grin spread over Michael’s face, something truly demonic slipping through that made Em tilt her head at him, waiting for the dirty words she knew were about to be said. he pulled her close again, lips teasing her ear, “so if you suck me off right now, will my dick turn purple?” he asked, “to match the blue balls i have right now?”
Em laughed, “i feel like the lipstick wouldn’t come off-” she began, always the realist, answering honestly which made Michael laugh, adoring the way she looked at the world.
his teeth grazed her neck, nipping at the skin, “how about we go and find out hmm?”
Demon!Cal been assigned to protect you for what ever reason, and the boys teasing him about it because face it, your just a fucking babe and Cal can't keep his hand to himself, and one night the guys started to flit with you to make him jealous, and let me tell you it works, so if pulls you into the next room and just fucking takes you raw, like name calling, choking, hickeys, not letting you cum, but when he dose keeps making you cum, the guys are in the room beside you hear it all...fuckkkkkk
oh wow. WOW
i feel this. Demon Cal likes to prove a point doesn’t he? the other boys would get him so fucking riled up and it just back fires when he snaps. he is super dom and has something to prove so he goes HARD. wow.
demon!cal is a whole ass kink like the sex would be phenomenal. he would have the stamina to go at it for HOURS and he’d be super into overstimulation. you’d have tears running down your face bc it feels so overwhelming in the best way and the sight of of you so vulnerable to him would send him over the edge
Demon Cal would have a huge kink for overstim and pain because he wants to SEE your human body reacting to him. Demon Calum would ADORE tears. like what a fuck. but he would. but they’re good tears. tears that show him he’s doing well. damn. fuck me up. i can’t add much cuz you hit this spot on.
