Demon Begging

Chapter 28

Soooo.....I didn't get the highest for my narrative essay.....lol I'm weird. AND MOST

IMPORTANTLY: Arsenal has been playing so incredibly well O.o got through MUFC for the

quarter finals on Mondayyy. Um! I know I said there'll be separate parts but Wattpad's giving

me grief with posting super long pieces (I post from my phone and the tab keeps closing) so let's

just see where it goes. - S xx]

Within, walls continued upright, bricks met neatly, floors were firm, and doors were sensibly shut;

silence lay steadily against the wood and stone of Hill House, and whatever walked there, walked

alone.

*NARRATOR'S POV*

Harry is selfish and cruel. He knows it and there's no changing that now. In the instant that he

realised that there's possibly a solution to the problem of Louis and him never having children, he

didn't ask but acted. He placed the permanent mark of a Carrier - the sloppy bite with an upside-

down cross - on Louis' otherwise unmarked neck.

Now, while Louis slept, Harry was wallowing in regret. He wasn't allowed to wallow for long

though. He held Louis against his chest and traced the reversed symbol of Christianity white a

blunt nail and Louis breathed calmly. Harry was envious of a human's ability to sleep with a smile

on their face.

He couldn't extract the mark, it couldn't be removed or passed on by mutual agreement. Now that

Louis carried the mark, he had to stay with it. It would give him fertility as a woman as soon as

Harry whispered the curse in his ear. It was never a blessing to carry a demon's child. Except,

Harry didn't plan to impregnate Louis while he was a demon. He hoped to use all the favours he

had left to let Satan banish him, abandon him in exile. He'd lose his powers and be able to live as a

mortal, while Louis could then have his children and not experience incredible pain.

He had to ask Louis, should have already asked before sinking his teeth into the boy's warm pulse.

With a sigh, Harry decides that there's no point in asking because Louis had to have the

conversion or he'd suffer dire consequences.

Louis' dreams of nothing special, suddenly take a turn for the worst. Harry's saying something in

his ear but he can't make out any words because it's not English. He can't wake up because he's

paralysed in this state of slumber, still able to writhe and squirm in a series of weak efforts to get

away.

He groans and arches his back into Harry, wanting safety but only getting tighter arms around him

as Harry finishes whispering the dark prayer into his ear.

Inside him, Louis' body was changing and it was painful. His nose was blocked and he couldn't

breathe through it anymore, with each inhale his lungs expanded to push away something