Demon's Embrace

chapter 3: Names exchanged

Pete and Vegas sat in Pete's cottage, the silence hanging heavy between them like a thick fog. Pete shifted uncomfortably, the weight of Vegas's stare bearing down on him.

Summoning all his courage, Pete finally spoke up, his voice trembling slightly. "Hey, Mr. Demon," he began, his tone hesitant.

Vegas's lips curled into a smirk as he continued to stare at Pete, unblinking. "What's with the greeting?" he interrupted, his voice dripping with cockiness.

Pete swallowed nervously, trying to ignore the unnerving intensity of Vegas's gaze. "Well," he stammered, "we have to work together, so isn't it better if we try to talk and get to know each other?"

Vegas scoffed, the sound echoing loudly in the quiet room. "If you hadn't tried to take your spell back, none of this would have happened," he mocked. "I already put a death spell on you. You would have died, but you just had to act foolishly."

Pete's eyes widened in disbelief at Vegas's callous words. "You're selfish," he accused, his voice trembling with anger and frustration.

Vegas chuckled darkly, his smirk widening. "What did you expect?" he retorted, his tone dripping with cockiness. "You summoned a demon. Did you really think I'd be anything but selfish?"

Pete swallowed his anger, the sting of Vegas's words still lingering in the air.

"Can't you go back to hell without your powers?" he asked, his voice tinged with curiosity.

Vegas stared at him in disbelief, his expression incredulous. "No wonder you're a foolish witch," he scoffed, shaking his head in disbelief.

Pete's doe eyes widened at the harsh words, hurt flickering across his features. He tilted his head slightly, a small frown forming on his lips as he absorbed Vegas's words.

If I don't have my powers, there's no way I can go back there," Vegas explained, his tone edged with frustration. "That's basic knowledge you should have, little witch."

Pete nodded slowly, his gaze steady as he met Vegas's eyes. "I have a name," he replied softly. "It's Pete.
Do you also have a name, or do demons not have names, just like they don't die?"

Vegas scoffed, his lip curling in a sneer. "You really love to run your brain everywhere but in your magic," he mocked, unaware of the pain his words caused Pete. "I am a demon who you called from hell, that's all you should know."

Pete looked at him in disbelief, the weight of Vegas's words sinking in. "At least you can say your name," he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. "I won't tell anyone else. And I'm also not interested in telling everyone I've summoned a demon," he added with a cute frown.

The room fell silent once more, the tension between Pete and Vegas thickening with each passing moment. Despite their differences, they were bound together by fate, their destinies intertwined in ways they couldn't begin to comprehend.

Pete shifted uncomfortably under Vegas's intense gaze, the silence between them growing heavier with each passing moment. Finally, unable to bear the tension any longer, Pete stood up, his voice shaky as he addressed the demon.

"Where will you live, Mr. Demon?" Pete asked, his tone hesitant. "My cottage is small, I don't think you're used to this place."

Vegas remained silent for a moment, his eyes fixed on Pete. "I am bound with you," he replied finally. "I can't leave you. I will stay where you stay."

Pete's eyes widened in shock at Vegas's words. "What?" he stammered, his voice trembling with disbelief.

Vegas smirked, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes. "You know what being bound means?" he asked, his tone teasing. "Or do I have to explain it in my own way?"

Pete swallowed nervously, his mind racing as he tried to comprehend the implications of Vegas's words. "Your way?" he echoed, his voice barely above a whisper.

"You're not allowed to enter my bedroom," Pete said, his voice firm. "Other than that, you can go anywhere here. And don't even think about touching my garden. I know demons can burn things, so you better not do anything."

Vegas's eyes narrowed, a dangerous glint flashing in them. "Are you mocking me?" he growled, his voice low and menacing. "You know I don't have my powers right now. If I did, you wouldn't be alive, little witch. Don't forget, I'm here because of your stupidity. So you better not talk to me like this again. Got it?"
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ete's heart sank at Vegas's words, a wave of guilt washing over him. He lowered his gaze, his voice barely a whisper. "Okay,I am sorry" he muttered, his tone resigned.

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egas noticed the change in Pete's expression, the flicker of uncertainty and guilt that clouded his eyes, but he chose to remain silent. As Pete turned to leave the room, his hand grasping the door handle, he was startled by a voice from behind him.

"Wait, little witch," Vegas called out, his tone surprisingly gentle.

Pete turned around slowly, surprised to hear Vegas addressing him in such a manner. There was a brief pause before Vegas spoke again, his voice low and measured.

"I'm Vegas," the demon said simply, his eyes meeting Pete's with an intensity that belied his nonchalant tone.