𝕷𝖚𝖈𝖍𝖊

𝐢𝐟 𝐢 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞
𝐰𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝


i writhed under his dire hold, thinking how ambiguous i must have been to 𝘵𝘳𝘺 and play with a sorcerer's mind. who am i kidding? he is the one who can command seventy-two demons willingly. a fool, yet i pushed my luck as i soon saw the moment. i would have been considered as mammon if asmodeus sees my current state.

a soft chuckled rain upon my ear, "aren't you eventful?" i struggled once more to which he forced the hold on my wrists tighter, making me wince in dismay.

"prying won't work." 

his voice stern and different from the words he said not so long before. 

"you aren't human." i let out without knowing the cause. his chuckles playing along with my realizing gasp. "of course. didn't simeon and lucifer warn you? gosh, you're vulnerable."

letting go of his hold, he neared himself closer to my face, smiling sweetly as a demon in a human's body. 

"if you're that willing, you can always be my 𝘴𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘺-𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘥." 


𝙞 𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨. 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙮 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙤 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚?