Hey There Demons, It's Me, Ya Boy

36: Love You But Can't Have You

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“Did I summon you with our pact?” You ask the nervous demon.

The poor baby nods frantically, his hat almost falling off. He tugs desperately at your sleeve, trying to get you to leave. And really, you should leave. But…

Wait, how did you even-How did you summon him? By all means, that should’ve been impossible. You don’t have the magic in you to do something like that. But Little Akaza nodded yes at your question.

Unless it was the power of fucking friendship, then something is seriously wrong here.

“Wait, we can’t just go. Luciel is going to die for sure if we just leave,” You protest, “Akaza, we have to help him.”

No, Little Akaza wanted to argue, we do not. But of course, you’re too damn kind for your own good. Just for once, when someone tells you to run, he wishes you would fucking run. He lets out the closest thing to a groan before looking up at the water tower. Why were you even here, anyway? What was your plan with this thing?

Little Akaza looks back at you with almost a dead look in his eyes.

Ah yes, the bane of his existence and the object of all his desires.

By now, surely you must have realized his true identity, right? The demon mark was a dead (hah) give away. Little Demons are marked with colored ribbons that identify them based on their most prominent sin from when they were alive. Little Akaza doesn’t think he had anger issues, but also everyone’s opinions of him are wrong and he hates most people so what does he know?

Becoming a Little D was unusual, such as Little Akaza was burdened with knowing all that he had to do in order to cleanse his soul enough to finally be reincarnated. No one told him or anything, he just knew. He feels it in his soul, and it was honestly hard to get used to at first. Though, after a little over 100 years, he’s gotten used to just knowing in his soul what step he must take to reach his goal.

Looking at you now, blood staining your lips, your skin paling from blood loss, the chunk missing from your right leg…

Little Akaza just knows that helping you right now will grant him a great reward. However, what he has to do in order to complete this particular task is one he doesn’t think he can do.

While he was alive, he hated weak people. They made his skin crawl just looking at those who are too helpless to help themselves. He thought all weaklings should die, and he only admired the strong. That’s why… he wasn’t too fond of himself when he was alive. He saw himself as weak, someone who had to be stronger. At first, he didn’t know why. But when he became a Little D, he had the misfortune to remember the entirety of his human life.

He’s sure all Little D’s felt horrible like he did when he gained his memories, or at least, Lord Diavolo told him as such. His desire to become stronger, his reason for looking down at people who were weak, it was all because he couldn’t save her.

And while Little Akaza will always love her (as she was his first love), he doesn’t love her the same way any longer. He’s moved on when he had fallen in love with you.

“I think if we just, I don’t know, push this fucking thing over, it will cause enough distraction. Or just.. hinder Gyutaro enough,” You were babbling on about a few ideas you had, which didn’t make much sense to Little Akaza, “But, I’m not strong enough. And I doubt even with like, borrowing your strength would do much. I’m at my limit.”

Yes, truly you are the bane of his existence, and the object of all his desires.

Akaza’s next task, he realizes in horror, is to help you with your goal as he is now: a weak demon who doesn’t even have powers of his own.