Demon Turned Lover [BxB]

Sleeping duty

         I sat at the granite island, phone in hand, and my upper torso poured onto the countertop. Mammon was washing the sauce-covered plates whilst I gazed at the wire fruit basket that had relocated beside the red speaker. We had both finished eating the spaghetti I made for dinner, and I decided to put him on cleaning duty. The raven-haired probably christened it "cruel" but I thought it was fair. You see, yesterday he had instructed me to clean the dishes, justifying it by saying that since he did the cooking, I should do the cleaning. So, I decided to do the same tonight. "You done yet Mammon?"

        "Nearly."

        I looked back down at my phone with sleep prickling my eyes, and tapped on Ezekiel's phone number. This was undoubtedly the best time to ask since Ezekiel would only ever check his phone at night—and because it came into mind just now.

Lukie
Mind sending me the
documents about Mammon
Yeti?
²³·¹⁸

        I wasn't asking for them just to find out what other crimes he committed, honestly I was over that. The information sheet Adona gave me was double-sided, meaning that if the section on the gang was ripped off, then so was whatever section was on the back of it.

        Droplets of water could be heard falling from the tap after it was turned off, and I could see a shadow starting to loom over me. "Oh? You're finally finished."

        Mammon nodded as he dried his wet hands with a paper towel. I stood up from the kitchen stool before stretching my arms and yawning, my back curling slightly. Usually, I would never make dinner or even stay up this late, but Mammon was out doing Lord knows what, and came home tardy. "I think I'm gonna' go to bed now. You should do the same and keep your phone away from you!"

         The raven-haired's hand caught hold of my wrist, terminating the brief walk to my room, "Wait."

         "What's wrong?"

          He seemed a bit reluctant to answer my question, "This is gonna' sound really childish but uh. I've been having these nightmares, and I can't really sleep because of them."

          "What are they about?" I asked, anxious. I had never heard of anything like that before; demons suffering from nightmares? What sense did that make?

          "There's bodies everywhere, and they're all kneeling and...I'm standing in the middle of all of them." Mammon exhaled as he placed his hands on the cold counter. "There's this thing that talks to me. I'm always in the same place it's just what the thing says is different."

         "I see...what does it say?"

         "I don't really wanna' say. But his words, it's like they're stabbing me, and I hate it," he explained. "So I was wondering...if you could sleep with me angel."

        "What?!" I exclaimed, feeling something stir in my stomach as I pulled away my arm instinctively. My core knew exactly what he meant, yet my cheeks took it a different way.

         Mammon used his hand to cover the lower half of his face, and looked away. "Not like that! It's just so you can wake me up if it happens."

         How could I say no? I mean, those eyebags spoke for themselves.

         "Er- alright...just don't word it like that."

         "Noted..." He began walking, leading me to his bedroom that was opposite mine. My face was burning, it was like hell was on my face—perhaps, it was my punishment for actually agreeing. I was doing it to help him, and the Lord knew that yet, it felt wrong, really wrong. I was going to be sleeping in the same bed as him, having only a few inches to separate us. The shame I felt had gone up like mercury in a thermometer when it was hot. What would my friends think if they were to see me sleeping in a demon's bed? What would my father think- I shook my head. I really needed to get a hold of myself. I glanced at the door to my room as he entered his. If doors could talk, perhaps it would be yelling at me for doing this.