Haarlep's worst nightmare
Despite the abundance of appearances he had received for contracts over so long, Haarlep still valued his individuality. He could easily be distinguished from Raphael by his sweet and seductive manner of speech, even if he wore the same clothes as his master.
At one point, the incubus noticed the awe and affection with which his little devil gazed at his own portrait. He merely shrugged – Raphael's pride was nothing new. Things got worse when Raphael himself, with lofty intentions, pestered him. And what about Haarlep? Receiving gifts and endless amounts of food from the devil… A luxury he deserved.
The drinks they tried that evening were so unusual that he even began to doubt which circle his master had unearthed them from. An unfocused gaze, and then – everything was a blur…
When he came to life again, he could barely move his body in the bed. It felt like only half of his body was moving—one arm, one leg, and just one wing. The other half was numb.
"What the…" He turned his head toward where Raph usually slept and practically nuzzled his ear. His head was too close to his. "Raph…"
Haarlep turned his gaze to the body, which had become practically one with his master's. He screamed loudly and began to thrash about, unsure where to go. His breath caught in his throat, then came suffocating completely, then became so strong that he was suffocating.
Because of all this incomprehensible pushing and shoving, even the devil himself woke up.
"Stop freaking out," he clicked his tongue. "Just look at how gorgeous we are now."
While the incubus was unconscious, Raphael performed some magical manipulations and merged their bodies. Now, literally two necks with their heads were sticking out of the body. Haarlep was sobbing uncontrollably. He couldn't remember ever experiencing such stress in his life.
"What is this???" Tears streamed down his cheeks, and he couldn't calm down.
"I decided it was for the best," Raph answered him with absolute calm.
"You decided? Did you forget to ask me?"
"I am your master. I decide what to do with you here," he reminded him tactfully.
Even Mephistopheles wouldn't have come up with such an idea. But it seemed he wouldn't return to him with a report. You couldn't lie in front of Raphael.
"That's much better," Raph continued to finish him off. "You will always be in my form. Literally."
For the first time in his life, Haarlep wanted to kill himself. Raph ignored his hysterics, but he simply couldn't calm down. He woke up in his bed in a cold sweat and immediately touched himself. Raphael wasn't there, he could move his body just fine; a second head hadn't grown.
He felt extremely nauseous after such a dream and barely made it to the pool. His head was spinning, his body ached with weakness. The Incubus sank into the pool to shake off this foul feeling. He felt so lousy, as if he'd been dunked in slop and forced to swallow it to get out.
"Are you okay?" slow footsteps were heard behind him. "For you to get up so early of your own free will..."
"Just a bad dream," Haarlep answered honestly. "I don't want to sleep anymore."
His laugh was nervous and full of pain.
"You overindulged last night. I told you only the devil could drink like that normally."
"I won't drink this anymore," Haarlep nodded slowly, looking at the streaks of water running from the faucets in the pool. The water almost calmed his inner turmoil. "I think I'll sit here for a while, and then I'll go get some more sleep."
Raph merely spread his hands:
"I know, I know…" Haarlep covered his mouth, feeling a renewed wave of nausea. Raph almost felt sorry for him.
He sat down next to him and stroked his hair like his favorite toy or pet.
"Rest as long as you need. Or better yet, drink the potion. It will calm you down and make you feel better. Would you mind telling me what you dreamed about?"
"I don't want to remember it," the incubus answered gloomily. "Don't make me…"
This surprised Raph greatly, but he didn't push it, allowing the toy to come to its senses.
"See you later. I have things to do for now."
A sharp shudder ran through Haarlep's body again at the mere thought of sleep. He needed to get rid of the contract as soon as possible.
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