Rusger Oneshots

Demon's Guilt

(Warning: Sex work is brought up here. Don't like Don't read thank you :D)

A Demon and A Werewolf AU 

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'Germany. Strange name, isn't it?'

'It was my past name.'

'Of course it was. Do you want to keep it? Most of us here change. This is a new chance at life, an eternal life. You are lucky to have been chosen.'

'...Germany is fine.'

'Very well. Germany the demon. Doesn't really flow off the tongue. You're free to change it whenever you like, if you wish. Just keep in mind most of the other demons will probably not care.'

'You'll get your work list when you've fully settled in. Most demons have about three to seven different jobs to perform. Take care to fulfill them. If you rise up the ranks, you might even get the chance to work directly under one of the big bosses around here.'

He started off small, never leaving Hell at all in the beginning, where he only helped delivering things and spreading information. He slowly got used to Hell, the place for the damnest of the damn. He lost all his memories the day he got picked, all except his name.

He learnt how to use his new leathery wings attached to his back, and soar in the seemingly endless hot air that counted as the 'sky' in Hell. Other than that, and the new red tail that flicked around him from behind, and the rest of his body that he could see, he didn't know what he looked like. There weren't any convenient mirrors in Hell, and when he touched his face, he couldn't really tell if there was anything new. Not like he remembered what he looked like in the past anyway.

Time passed unknowingly, but he got his work list soon enough. His professional roles as a demon to serve evil forever. He had four. Soul-collector, tempter, nightmare inducer, and incubus.

He was trained for them first, of course. But most of the knowledge was placed into his mind the day he was chosen. There were a series of nightmares that he was forced to learn and how to apply them to the human mind, gruesome work, but very effective, his trainer said, to bring in more damned souls into their gates.

Demons moved alone, to avoid getting caught or spotted in groups. He opened up a portal himself in a semi private corner he found, nearly blacking out from their exertion of it. He slipped through just in time though, and found himself in the middle of a forest. Right where he meant to be in.

Germany didn't realize how much he actually missed the living world. The fresh air, colors other than harsh, bright red and oranges and blacks, the smells and the feeling of grass underneath his hands and knees. An actual night sky above him. Everything felt different. It didn't feel necessary right, but it felt good. He remembered letting out a laugh, his first laugh since he could remember.

After that, he just worked. He learnt how to use the equipment, the ghost leash to capture souls, and how to plant not just nightmares, but sins and other temptations into the weak mind of a human. He relearned human things, the concept of time, community, food and drink in bits and pieces, forming new memories that could hopefully do his forgotten past justice.

His last duty as an Incubus took some time. For that one, he actually had to seek an active Incubus and follow him around until he was certain he could get the hang of it. It was flustering at first, but he was a quick learner even from spying from the shadows of a bedroom. In a 'month', he scored his first human. Young, inexperienced herself, she had no complaints.