#mc demon

[sabeiart]

so i was listening to Ayesha Erotica and i thought of a concept drawing i did a while ago of my mc, Opheila, as a demon so i wanted to draw out again so here ^^

[scarysauce]

Word Count: 1,806

Song: Kill of the Night, Gin Wigmore

Warning: Sexual Undertones, mention of violence

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Michael- Kill of the Night

“Ya know, I think this is my favorite position for us. You pinned down and helpless while I get to be the one on top, in control... I’m not going to lie, it’s kinda turning me on.”

“You and me both, sweetheart.” “If I didn’t know you as well as I do, I’d take that as actual lust in your voice.” “Then you don’t know me at all, because not only do I want to take you right here right now; but I want to fuck you so hard that you’d be too pleasure stricken to even scream, let alone cry for help. Ah, now that’s a fantasy I’ve had for a while- me ramming you from behind, that sweet ass of yours in both of my hands and the tip of my dick hitting your cervix with every thrust- of course, you’d be on your fourth or fifth orgasm before I even thought I might be getting ready to come. You’d beg for more when I finished, becoming my own person slave- craving the pleasure only I can give you.”

You kept yourself in the shadows, letting him think that his perversions were shaking you when they really only fueled your desires. You were keeping Michael- ironic name for a demon, right?- pinned to the ground by a chicken wire net, complete with a pentagram woven of fine iron coils to keep him in place; a design by your own hand that left him helpless and vulnerable. Around him, a circle of salt and another pentagram drawing made of paint and holy water to cement him in your little demon-proof prison. “Are you just going to let me ramble all night, or would you like to make fiction a fantastic reality as much as I do?” You paused, stepping forward slowly into the light and letting him get a good look at your leather clad body. Mere minutes ago, you’d led him to an abandoned warehouse with promises of a reversed situation- one in which you were helpless on the ground and he was standing above you- but your plan had worked perfectly, and here you stood smiley to yourself proudly. “I’m debating on what I want to do with you, Michael.” At that he snorted in an obnoxious way. “We’ve been chasing each other for over a year now, and you have to think about what you’re going to do to me? I’ve thought long and hard- not unlike something else, rest assured- many times before what we could do to each other in these positions. And while the possibility of bruises and blood and a fatality rests within both parties scopes, I imagine my illusions are much more erotic than yours.” His presumption made you laugh, but you didn’t let any noise leave your lips. In your position of current authority, there was no room for error- to show any sort of emotion to Michael would be a tremendous error. At this point, you stood straddling his hips, and slowly bent at the knees until you were almost sat on his midsection. You wanted to flaunt your dominance, and soon you got cocky with the victory enveloping your body. Pulling a knife from your back pocket, you let iron blade dance ever so slightly over his now exposed chest. He hissed in an erotic fashion from the pain, relishing in it. “I’ve dreamed of this night for so long, Michael, and now that it is here I find myself in a peculiar situation.” You turned the blade upwards, now dragging the tip towards his throat. “Do I go for the fast, obvious kill? The safe choice….” Picking up the blade and resting it lightly on his throat. You saw the glimpse of panic in his cool demeanor as his eyes grew ever so slightly wider before he brought himself back under control. The flash of non-composure made you smile even more, continuing to taunt your prey. “… or should I let myself be reckless and tease a little, maybe I’ll slit your wrists and watch you bleed out and reheal over and over again, maybe bask a little in your pain.” “You used ‘maybe’ in the same sentence twice now, come on doll I know your English skills are better than that.” Ignoring him, you continued. “Or that tongue… I’m sure it’s done some damage. Maybe I’ll cut it out and watch you drown in your flesh bag’s own blood. It’s a pity that I’m going to have to kill off this vessel, he’s just my type. But you knew that didn’t you?” The smile on his face couldn’t have been any more proud if he had tried. There wasn’t a doubt in your mind that he had hunted you before you had even known of him. That he had done everything in his power to not only seduce you, but to eliminate you. Oh how the tables have turned. “I think I’ll go slow this time, stretch out the pain since I know you would do the same for me. Stretch it out as long as possible.” You winked, hinting at the innuendo, setting a lazy smile into the features on Michael's face. Your moment of triumphant pride was soon over as Michael used up every last bit of energy he could muster to be a complete and total ass, pushing his hips upwards against the painful iron restraints to bump your backside and knock you forward onto him. It was a totally childish move, with no other intent than to make your cheeks hot. Seeming to bask in your now eminent fury as you quickly got off of him, Michael couldn’t help but laugh. “I knew you couldn’t help yourself from falling for me, sweetheart. You wouldn’t hurt a fly. I know you. You’re going to say that you’ll kill me slowly, and in the end you won’t be able to do it because you’re just that kind of gir-” Before he could finish his last word, the holy-water soaked iron blade was embedded deep in his chest. Blood came quickly from the fresh wound near his heart, the color of the liquid turning black almost as quickly as it came out due to its demonic nature. The shock on Michael’s face was intense and made you pause for a second. But you regained composure almost instantly and twisted the blade in his chest, making him groan from the agonizing pain. A bright white light emanated slowly from where the stab wound was. You withdrew the blade carefully, being sure to back off of the body as you went. The process happened fairly quickly; the light brightened into what a small sun would produce, as a suction sound blew throughout the room as the body collapsed in on itself. After the final disappearing act happened, and the only remnants of the recent death was a black oily substance staining the ground and net, you got to your feet and thought about your most recent kill. With a sigh, you ran your fingers through your hair. You really shouldn’t feel so mixed about ending Michael, he was bound to have killed you eventually and then where would you have been? Plus he was a demon anyways, so he wasn’t dead-dead, just banished back to Hell for all eternity. But still, there was an ache in your chest that made you think fondly of regret. Before you could think too much into your little dilemma, a breeze licked up the back of your neck. And because you were inside a sealed off warehouse, that was cause for panic. Wheeling around as fast as you could, you came face to face with nothing but darkness as the lights turned off all around you. Your breathing quickened, as you knelt down into an attack position, ready to face whoever- or whatever- was here with you. A menacing laugh sounded all around you as a single light lit up in front of you, showing you a familiar figure. “We meet again.” You said as coolly as possible, regaining composure and straightening your spine. Michael flashed you a smile, one full of menace and forbearance. “Long time no see, love. I hope you appreciate all of the effort I put into that little allusion... I did it just for you.” At that moment the panic really kicked in, this entire time he’d been watching you, toying with you, making you believe that you had the upper hand when he had been in power all along. Any moment he could have revealed himself and quickly snapped your neck. But yet, he’d gone through all of this extra work just to work you into a frenzy and make you all the more vulnerable. You considered for a moment pleading with him, but your pride wouldn’t let you back down for an instant. Instead, you just stared him down waiting to see what he would do next. “You know, love, I didn’t think you would actually have the balls to send me back to Hell- or at least what you thought was me. But I must say, I’ve never been so turned on.” At this point, he began circling you, drawing out his words and actions like it was a lazy Sunday and he had all the time in the world. “I thought it was erotic before- our little Cat and Mouse game- but now that there are no limits, I have to admit that the prospect of getting under your skin, and I say that with the most literal of intentions, is erotic to the point of being painful.” You turned with him, trying to keep your eye on this slippery snake, but when he disappeared for a moment you had little time to react before he popped up behind you. Grabbing a fist full of your hair, he pulled you backwards into his chest. With your neck exposed and your hands preoccupied trying to pry your scalp out of his grip, you were succumbing to Michael in the worst of ways. The position he had you in was an ideal one of power, and he took full advantage. Without a moment's hesitation, he put his lips onto yours with a charged kiss. You were stunned for a moment but reacted quickly with a sharp nip at his upper lip, drawing blood in the process. He pulled back with a down right sinister smile before grabbing the back of your head and bringing you in for more, attacking you with a show of aggression and power. After a few moments he relented and you pulled away from him, ready to kick the ever living shit out of his soulless body until he disappeared completely. “Until next time, my sweet.” Masterlist