In the Dark
Incubus! Yuta x Witch! Lily
Yuta leaves a life of wild partying and long nights to be with Lily, a witch with growing power.
Part 1 | Part 2
Word Count- 4.7K~
~Fantasy!au, sexual themes, some angst, blood play, power complex, choking(not a lot), alcohol
A/N- Hey! This one was fun. I got really into it tbh and I’m really excited about it. I also decided to use one of my own characters for this instead of the reader pov. I’m planning on making a character bio for her soon, and if you’d like to suggest a character of you own, you can send a bio like the one I’ll make for Lily. There will also be more parts to this series, maybe 2 or 3 total, I’m not sure yet but yeah. Hope you enjoy!
He roamed the street through the hours of the night, inconspicuous to most. His handsome face became familiar to partygoers and bartenders all over the city. His reputation was an unspoken understanding among powerful names. No one got in his way.
Bouncers knew to let him in without hesitation. He would walk to the front of the line in his fitted suit, his slightly curly brown hair falling just above his hooded eye that glared at the large man who quickly moved the rope.
He strutted into the booming room, lasers dancing on the fabric of the suit, the music dulling every other sense to most humans. He went to his usually seat at the edge of the bar. “What will it be tonight, Mr. Nakamoto?” The bar tender inquired. “Yuta, please. And your finest vodka.”
Alcohol didn’t affect him much, but he enjoyed mixing cinnamon into it. It gave him a heightened awareness of his ability. He could see people with a clearer vision, and they could see him more vividly, making him more desirable to mortals. After several rounds, he scoped the room with dark, lustrous eyes, looking for his next victim.
He spotted her across the dance floor, way too drunk to keep her balance. Perfect. He downed the last of the painful liquor then got up gracefully, smoothly making his way over to the weak woman. Her dress clung to her sweat-covered body and was perhaps a few sizes too small, leaving little to imagination.
Yuta didn’t have a preference of what they looked like. He just liked them messy, always leaving his mess for his underlings. He didn’t care much for passion, only pleasure: his pleasure, at least.
He ghosted his long fingers over her slim waist, slipping behind her silently. She turned to find her suiter, only to feel his presence in front of her now. She spun to meet him, taken aback by his ethereal appearance. His skin radiated with alcohol, his eyes had morphed to a light honey color, no less dangerous than before, but the energy he gave off was magnetic. No woman could resist him in this state, or so he thought.
She fell into his grasp as he lulled her in. She fell into his strong figure; he was practically holding her up as they walked off to find a private room upstairs.
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He emerged from the room tipsier than he went in, no sight of the girl. The suit he had dawned was now in disarray, several buttons undone and his white dress shirt untucked. He left a hefty tip this time, having been much less careful and taken longer than usual.
He left without another word, feeling less than satisfied. This city had become boring, he had created a routine much to his disliking. He had found the city by chance and didn’t intend to leave, but he desperately needed a change of pace.
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Lily lived a simple life away from the busy city. She didn’t hate it, but all the energy it omitted was exhausting. Her family were quiet, serene people, healers mostly, who lived to help others in the peace of the world.
She learned magic early on, things to protect her, what herbs heal emotional wounds, and how to direct her energy to manifest magic. Her magic became much more than just that of a healer, she could manipulate the world to her whim, so when she first killed a man, she ran. She never meant to; she was just unfocused, or at least that’s what she told herself. But she knew she was never meant to be a healer.
Her brother, Doyoung built her the small house without their parents’ knowledge. Doyoung had sensed she would leave and just wanted her to be comfortable, knowing she could easily protect yourself.
She lived in that house very comfortably for many years, many not knowing it was there. She had it painted with protective symbols, hung bundles of sage and cinnamon above every door frame and grew a small herb garden filled with many magical supplements only supernatural creatures could nurture.
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Yuta’s wobbly legs carried him to the outskirts, where he found a small cottage-like house surrounded by plants and flowers of unbelievable beautiful. Yuta had only seen flowers like that once before when he was first created as a creature of the night.
Some of the paint on the door was beginning to peel and the shingles on the roof needed replacing. He stepped closer to the door as the windchimes hanging outside the window clanked together, a whiff of his favorite sent filling his nostrils, clearing his thoughts of drunken pleasure.
The heavy lock placed on the front door was easily bendable to Yuta’s whim and opened with ease. Lily rarely put charms on her front door. She only did when she felt the energy was out of balance, and that only happened when she was young.
Yuta’s steps were warried yet unwavering. He felt uneasy in the unfamiliar house, something about it was unlike anything he’d ever felt before. Not dangerous or unwelcoming, but he could definitely sense the magic, unable to name or identify it.
His steps were now more comfortable, but the uneasy feeling grew as he drew closer to the main bedroom. He found Lily asleep in a large queen-sized bed, surrounded by pillows. The walls and ceiling had been painted with the night sky, stars shining all around him, illuminating the small figure in the bed.
The rush of energy startled her, causing her to jump at the sight of him, quickly gaining her bearings. Yuta looked down at her with a smirk, using the height difference to his advantage. He took a step towards her, his emotions flooding with something he was unfamiliar to. He felt a desire like no other, not like the stranger at the club.
She was beautiful to him, her short blonde curls were disheveled, and her skin seemed to glow under the painted sky, magic radiated from her. She was not a normal human, and Yuta knew it, but he wanted her. Lily was awestricken with his beauty, but she could tell he wasn’t human. She could see the aura around him was that of a creature.
“Who are you?” she said in a stern but quiet voice.
“I’m just here for some fun, princess.” Yuta had a wide grin on his pretty face as he inched closer to her. He wanted her more than anything, but before he could close the gap between them, she placed a firm hand on his shoulder. Energy surged through her arm, causing him a great deal of pain at the sight of contact. Her touch became heavy and Yuta slunk to the floor falling on his knees in front of her.
“So you’re a witch.” He hissed through clenched teeth, every muscle in his body fighting to keep him from collapsing.
“And what are you?” She demanded, energy flowing through her. But before he could answer, he fell at her feet, unconscious.
The next morning, Yuta awoke with a start, unaware of where he ended up last night. He was surrounded by plush material and a wonderful view of the morning sky. She really is a witch, he thought to himself, regaining his memory.
He was still dressed in his suit pants and white dress shirt, which he rebuttoned before exiting the room. Several different smells clouded his senses. He could smell the cinnamon above the door frames, herbs growing in the windowsills, and the eggs Lily was cooking in the kitchen. He appeared from the narrow hallway.
She could feel his presence before she could see him. “I don’t suppose you eat eggs.” “No.” Yuta was very confused. Why didn’t she just send me back? She’s clearly powerful enough.
“You intrigue me.” She blurted turning to face him. “I can tell what you are, but how did you find me?”
“What do you mean?” Yuta was genuinely confused.
“Touch me.”
His eyes quickly grew wide and his flesh turned a bright red. Many women had asked him to do this, but something about her felt dangerous to him, like she was drawing him in.
She realized her words were misleading and held an outstretched hand for him to take. He calmed his nerves, realizing what she’d meant, but it still felt dangerous.
He slowly reached for her hand, watching her movements for any sign of a trick, but she was calm. He grew nearer to her hand going to take it, but as soon as their skin made contact, he pulled away with a jerk. His hand burned as if he had touched an open flame.
“Something about my magic repels you. Like a werewolf to silver.” He watched his hand, the red marks quickly fading. He was truly baffled by this woman.
She turned back to the food, making herself a plate. “I don’t know what you can eat, but feel free to stay, if you’d like.” She brushed passed him with her plate and cup of fresh cinnamon tea. Yuta caught a whiff as she walked past him, following it to a small nook surrounded by glass walls.
“Why are you doing this?” He inquired.
“Like I said. You intrigue me.”
“No. You know what I am. Why not just send me back?”
She looked into his eyes, the now warm chocolate color changing to match herr deep blue ones. She was nothing like he’d ever seen. He was usually the one to seduce and dominate his partners, but she made him flustered, almost matching his exact energy.
She looked out the window at her small herb garden. “You’re different. I’ve never felt energy like yours in a demon.” Yuta could tell there was more. She wanted him to be able to touch her.
They sat in the small space getting to know each other. Yuta was entirely enthralled by her, her giggle was adorable, and his cold heart sang when she looked at him. Lily felt the same. She couldn’t tell if it was the tea or his beautiful smile that healed her, but she loved it.
“Do you need a change of clothes? I want to show you something.” She asked, getting up to take her dishes to the sink. As ethereal as Yuta was, he did look a bit of a mess. His clothes were dirty, and his hair was tangled.
“I have an apartment in the city. I have a car there.”
And with that you were off.
They walked cautiously through the busy streets of the inner city. Yuta could smell the peppermint Lily always had on her. It was her favorite, so she always kept small candies in her bag. He admired her not only for her naivety, but that she appeared rather fragile while being one of the most powerful mortals he’d ever met.
He led her to a tall building with attendings waiting at the door. “Long night, Mr. Nakamoto?” One inquired as he approached the double doors. “You have no idea,” he muttered under his breath.
He tried to wrap his arm around Lily’s waist to guide her to the elevator out of habit, but he still was unable to touch her. A force held his arm only centimeters from her, not allowing him to shift any closer. Yuta hated this. He was so used to the control of his charms, but he had nothing over her.
His apartment was smaller than she imagined it from the outside. It was a studio apartment with a small kitchen, clothes were splayed out all over the floor. It looked like an average apartment, nothing about it looked off or unusual to the untrained eye. But the energy that flowed through it was unnatural. Lily was raised as a neutral being, that is how she can detect when others are swayed one way or the other. The energy in the small apartment told her what she already knew about Yuta.
She took out a stiped candy from her bad and began to mindlessly eat it, while Yuta disappeared into his walk-in closet. “So where exactly are we going?” He sounded from the other side of the room.
“It’s a…uh… a library of sorts.” The name was sacred to witches. She wasn’t really allowed to show it to him, but she wanted his help in figuring their relationship out.
“Will this do?” He appeared again in slim fitting black jeans and a red t-shirt. She gave him a quick nod accompanied by a small smile. He grabbed a set of keys and wallet from the counter as she stood from her seat, both heading to the door.
Of course, Yuta drove a beautiful silver Bentley. At this point he didn’t surprise her anymore. He had everything a man could want.
The moment Yuta opened the door for her, Lily smelled something musty. She sat in the passenger seat, the energy in the vehicle was overwhelming to her senses. Some one had died in this car. She looked in the bad seat, then to Yuta who was turning the key in the ignition.
“Really? In your car?” She looked at him unamused.
“How could you tell?”
“I can smell it.” He smirked to himself, impressed with her ability.
His driving was reckless, he drove 20 mph over the posted sign, made hasty turns and cut several cars off. Lily’s anxiety was certainly on edge, directing some of her calmed energy onto Yuta as a defense mechanism. He held her life at his fingertips, just how he liked it. She had given him the address of a nearby grocery store. The place they were going had no real address.
They left the car hidden in an ally way behind a French bakery, moving swiftly in between streets. A staircase of weathered concrete led them down to the green door of a small shop owned by a friend of Lily’s brother, Johnny. He had promised Doyoung he’d keep an eye on her, but she never saw him around anymore.
The shop sold comic books and dice sets. It was affectionately called the “nerd store” by many city residents. Lily led Yuta through the shelves to the back counter where Johnny sat on a high stool, sipping a cup of coffee. He glanced up to meet her gaze.
“What’s up, kid?” He stood with excitement at the sight of her. “We need to go… downstairs.” She whispered the last word, careful not to let anyone else hear. Johnny hesitantly moved from behind the counter, shooting a glare in Yuta’s direction, and led the others to a small cupboard under the staircase. “You know what to do.” She gave him a quick nod as he handed her a key the size of a needle.
Johnny was what Lily’s family liked to call a Keeper: a person assigned the task of understanding and protecting knowledge of supernatural magic and the beings that possess it. They don’t possess any magic themselves, only the knowledge to keep it safe. Johnny and Lily’s fathers had been close when they were young and died together in the Unspoken War. That’s how Lily’s family knew him.
As Lily held the miniscule key in her soft hand, the presence of her magic began to change its shape, becoming what looked to Yuta to be a skeleton key. He watched, enchanted by the very presence of the magical key. He had only ever heard of things like this in stories.
The key, now being of normal size, fit the oddly shaped keyhole that locked the cupboard closed. As the small door squeaked open, a void of darkness appeared in front of them. It was inviting to Yuta; he liked a bit of mystery. “Feels like home,” he grinned, following Lily into the confined space.
Once they heard the latch behind them, a sudden boom of light surged across the walls shining brightly above their heads. They were descending on another staircase into what looked like a catacomb. The walls were a dull gray filled with cracks and speckled with patches of moss. The air grew damp as they continued.
At the bottom of the staircase stood a large archway, a simple light switch on the right. Lily flicked it on with a swift finger and behind the archway, a large room covered in shelves burst into life. Lily shifted her weight with purpose going to the exact place she needed as Yuta hung in the archway, awestricken from the sight.
“I thought demons were crazy, but this- This is something else.” His dark chocolate eyes sparkled at the sight.
“Witches like to keep track of what we learn. They made these many years ago and scattered them under every major city in the country. Everything we know about supernatural beings is in this vault.”
Lily immediately started pulling volumes off the shelves, holding them in one arm, immersed in the energy around her.
“How can you tell where everything is?” He watched her carefully as she moved with such grace across the room.
“It’s kinda like sonar. I send energy out into the room and it bounces back to me from the book I need.”
Incredible.
There was so much to witchcraft that Yuta had never understood. He knew they existed, and some were stronger than others, but there was something about Lily that was different than any other he’d encountered. There was something about her that he desperately wanted to unleash.
Yuta had been lost in thought when he noticed Lily had stopped moving. She stood completely still in the center of the room; her arms had been emptied of the large encyclopedias. She held her chin to the ceiling, eyes shut tight and her palms facing upwards. Yuta took light steps closer to her, unable to read her emotion.
As he stood a few feet away, she snapped out of the trance, pulling herself to face Yuta now, then quickly shifted her small frame towards the shelf to her left. She propelled herself up using the edge of the shelves, hanging off the edge as she willed a particularly large book away from the wall and into her delicate hand.
“What?” Her voice was faint, filled with confusion.
“What is it?”
“It’s a book of powerful black magic. My parents used to tell me stories about it.” On the front cover, a shiny luminescent lock was displayed. “Only trained witches of high magical ability can open it. But why would it call to me?”
They both watched, standing side by side, as a blue hue danced across the cover. Yuta thought nothing of the unusual occurrence, only that it was truly enchanting, but Lily was deeply concerned. This book was only used by dark witch of great power. It had started the Unspoken War and held more power than any being. Why me? She thought to herself.
Lily brought the book to the pile of others, taking note of all she had collected. The books were not able to leave the confinement of the catacombs, for it would set the world out of balance, so she and Yuta would have to return for more.
Yuta grew weary at the lack of purpose while Lily paced the floor, trying to absorb as much as possible. He glanced at his gold-plated Rolex, surprised at how much time they had spent under the city. He had grown used to feeding on multiple victims every night and always felt like he needed more. He hadn’t fed since early the night before, before he met Lily, and he was growing much more sinful as the desire to feed grew stronger within him.
Lily could sense his energy change, looking up from her book. His eyes were a void filled with dark desire, his skin glowed among the books. She put all of the books into a box, where they disappeared for a moment and resurfaced in their designated space on the shelf. She grabbed her bag and tossed a striped candy at him. He snatched it out of the air and tore the plastic off.
“Let’s go find you something to eat.”
Johnny waited outside the cupboard door for their return, ready to close the store. Not much was exchanged between the group, the key was given back, and Lily simply said, “We’ll be back tomorrow.” Then, they left to retrieve Yuta’s Bentley from the alley.
Johnny knew Lily well enough to know that she wouldn’t bring a normal human to his store. He wouldn’t have let Yuta in if he was human. But he had a hard time determining what alignment he followed, and reluctantly allowed them to enter the sacred space. He ended up following the pair as they left, keeping his appearance discreet, after quickly locking the doors behind them.
The scent of the vehicle still hung in the air, making Lily cringe and open a window for fresh air. Yuta didn’t tell her where they were going, but he drove with more haste than before, a bloodthirsty need coursing through his body. He pulled up to his favorite club in the city, one he visited often. A neon sign reading “Neo Zone” hung above the entrance. The line was long down the street, eager patrons looking to gain access.
Lily was hesitant, wearing simple jeans and a t-shirt. She had never been to a club before; the amount of tension was exhausting to her.
“Don’t worry about what you’re wearing, just go to the bar and ask for a few rounds of fireballs and put it on my tab,” He instructed her.
“And where are you going?”
“I have to check something; I’ll be right there.” He said it softly, but the tone was urgent.
“Fine” Yuta waived to the familiar bouncer to let her inside and opened to door as she looked back to catch which direction Yuta was going, but he disappeared before she could get the chance.
The crowd was bustling around her, people gyrating to the pounded speakers. She found the corner of the bar where she felt Yuta’s energy. He had been here many times and left a mark on the seat.
“What can I get ya, sweetheart?” The bartenders face looked smug as he looked her up and down.
“A couple of fireballs. On Mr. Nakamoto’s tab, please.” He burst into a sudden fit of laughter but was quickly interrupted by the death stare from Lily, fire burning in her cold eyes. The man’s airway became constricted as he choked on his laughter.
She relaxed into the stool, freeing the man of her grip. “Coming right up.” He said with haste, still slightly out of breath.
Yuta appeared in a flash behind her, wearing a tailored suit. “I found one,” He whispered from behind her. She downed the small glass of alcohol with ease, handing him one. “Where?” “Sitting in front of the staircase. She’s on her phone.”
Lily swirled in her seat, scanning the room, finding their target in a long flowing blue dress, hair pulled back into a bun. “What do you need me to do?”
“She was supposed to meet someone here, but they didn’t show. She’ll be reluctant to come with me, but just give her a little push for me.” Lily nodded, standing from her seat, moving with grace toward the woman. Yuta appeared in front of her, his movements were much more angular and quicker, almost frantic. You watched her every move, reaction, emotion. She shook her head at Yuta looking back down to her phone and he turned his head slightly, glancing at you. My turn.
Lily pushed her energy outward toward the woman and bended it to form a sense of pleasure. Yuta held an outstretched hand that she willingly took. He led her upstairs, glancing over his shoulder at you with a smirk, holding up a coaxing finger for Lily to follow.
He led them to a small room filled with red LED lights lining the ceiling. The large bed covered in black sheets was prominent in the middle of it, almost nothing else decorated it. By the time Lily had reached the door frame, Yuta had pushed himself on top of the weak girl. She was putty in his hands, as most women were. Yuta was an erotic creature by nature, but Lily’s cheeks couldn’t help but match the lighting as she watched.
He ravished her body, running his soft fingers along her skin, kissing along her jaw line, and making her wish she could have more. As the night grew on, Lily became impatient, feeling her own desire to be touched. Yuta’s movement were no longer gentle, much more aggressive.
“Hold her down for me,” he growled through his teeth. Lily shot a glare towards the girl, who’s face was now gripped with fear as her body went completely still. He got up from him place in between her thin legs, his hair was messy and he had taken off his suit jacket and dress shirt several minutes earlier.
The girl tried to squirm out of the grip of energy holding her in place, watching as Yuta meandered to the corner where Lily stood. She had been so entranced by him that she hadn’t noticed Lily enter the room. Lily’s magic was strong around the girl as she did her best to wiggle away from them, to no avail.
“Took you long enough,” Lily muttered in a low tone. “Sorry, princess. I get carried away.” His lips curled into a toothy grin as a pair of sharp fangs appeared.
“Hold her still for me, princess. This is my favorite part.” He crawled on all fours from the foot of the bed to straddle the girl as she lay unable to move. His eyes were jet black as he leaned in and gnawed at the base of her neck, drawing a small amount of blood from the area. She blurted out a curdled scream but was easily silenced by the raise of Lily’s hand.
Yuta’s teeth sank deeper into her flesh as he lapped up the fluid pouring from her neck. Her pale skin had been stained by the splatter of her own blood. Lily watched with an evil smirk as the life left her kind face, letting up on the forceful grip that she had placed around her body. Yuta immerged from the crook of her neck, chest and face smeared with her blood.
His demeaner had changed dramatically from when he had entered the club, his features were softer and his muscled were relaxed. His fangs had retracted, and his eyes were there usual shade of brown.
“I’m gonna go… get cleaned up. Don’t worry about the body, just leave it.” He walked to a door attached to the side of the bedroom that led to a rather bland bathroom, Lily could here the tap running behind the closed door. She left the room, leaving the door ajar for the red lighting to seep out of. A wave of exhaustion hit her like a brick wall as she reached the top of the staircase, suddenly becoming aware of the tole her magic had taken.
She sat on the top stair, holding her head low between her knees. Her vision was slowly blurring as her balance became unstable. Before she knew what hit her, she had collapsed, unconscious against the cool floor of the heated room.
