"Well aren't you a young master?" a voice ehoed as the surroundings around the young boy began to stir in languid motion. "Who are you? " the boy asked as he clutched his side,hurting after being marked by his captives, those demons who tortured him, made him feel dirty, lower than the lowest of all beings. Where exactly is his father,his mother more importantly where is the God he so believes in. If a god was real why was he, still a young boy, here suffering at the hands of these filthy men. " I can be whoever you want?" the voice said, deep and sensual. The little boy shook as the chains on his hands and feet clattered. He looked around him. The shadows were clawing at him like mad dogs out for its prey. " Why are you here?" he asked and the voice laughed loudly but there was no tint of mockery in it. " Aren't you the one who summoned me?" the voice asked as a dark figure materialized infront of him. " Master, what are your orders?" it knelt before him and caressed his bruised cheeks. "Kill them. Kill them all" the young boy ordered and the figure stood up. " Gladly". This is the au im working on. Louis is the last heir of the Tomlinson household and Harry Styles is the devil.