《~Wash Away My Colours~》Yandere! Demon X Reader

{~The New Girl In The Family~}

It was already two weeks and Nathiel decided to confront his brother of what he knows about all of this madness because his father was not cooperating like he should be. Richard had either locked himself up in his room or went out of the castle to do some 'chores' as he calls it. These chores consisted of a combination of drinking himself silly and flirting with any woman he could set his sights on. If Annabelle was still alive then he would've suffered underneath her calloused hand and never see anybody else but herself, if he's lucky enough and if she has some sympathy for him in her. But it's highly unlikely seeing that the damage he inflicted was already unfixable with a long shot.

Nathiel walked down the hall with each one of his steps keeping rhythm with the other like a choir song kept at pace with his hands buried within his jean pockets like that of a shallow grave. The dark grey button up shirt sat loosely against his toned muscles that produced out of the thin fabric, being untucked out of his pants and the first two buttons loose, showing off his prominent collarbone that stood out phenomenally. It was visible that in the way that he wore his shirt that he's exhausted, not having decent sleep in for a while because of how his mind wouldn't even dare to switch off into a necessary slumber.

The thoughts that he contained within his mind was about (Y/N). Is she hurt? What are they doing to her? Will he see her soon? It was questions like these that plagued his stomach full of anxiety bugs that slowly ate him inside out. But in the process, his obsession was the fire and this situation was the gasoline, add them together and just imagine what you get. It caused a wildfire to break out, licking at every edge it could lead and distracted everything that came to it's touch.

In his piercing crimson eyes lurked madness, showing how on edge he's been without (Y/N) under his watch and all that it took was a push. A push that was created by his queen being ripped out of his hands, stolen even. Nathiel's mind was never with him because instead he thought of her in order to put his anxiety at one side to compuse himself to rescue her like he should.

He thought about her (S/C) skin that was pleasant to the touch like bathing in hot water on a cold winter night, her (Y/S) scent that filled his body with empty calories and last but not least, her (E/C) eyes that was framed perfectly with (Long/Short) (Thin/ Thick) eye lashes that always intrigued him and looked at him like nobody else did. Nathiel saw her soul through those gorgeous eyes, her delicious and delectable soul that made his tastebuds tingle and water.

The only thing he had left of her was the thoughts of her that concurred his brain like a drug taking over the mind. It was quite ironic, she was his drug after all and she made him heavily addicted. One could even say she was worse than nicotine, taking over every pore in his body and claiming every sense that he owned. But like his messed up brain works, he'll own and everything and anything there is to claim about her and will be sure to posses her entire being for him.

Nathiel broke himself out of his cynical thoughts when he stumpled in front of his brothers room that had a mildy sweet scent for once, vanilla perhaps? It was odd for Jason to have such a girly smell in his room, mostly because of how he would mercilessly kill and torture humans and occasional demons in there. So mostly the smell of a salty copper stench would linger in the thick air from the blood that would spill. On special events you  can smell rotten flesh wove in with the scent of blood. It was also quiet, like he wasn't inside of his room but he's always in there when it's this early in the morning. Something peculiar is definitely on the brewing and it's odd, too odd for his big brother.

Nathiel didn't even bother to knock on the door, just put his hand on the doorknob and pushed the door open. The light from the hallway seeped into the darkness filled room that looked similar to his own, making the room illuminate with a soft glow. It was the first time he's ever been in his brothers room and everything was so tidy, neat and in order so it was hard to distinguish what is a new change to him or not. But what really captured his attention was that a small femininely curvy body was curled in underneath the silky crimson covers of Jason's bed.