There were times when Serin found Kevin snuggled up in her blankets, usually in a more human-like form, with pale skin, and messy dark hair, ethereal looking as always. After all, demons were prone to vanity, when it came down to it. And it was during times like these when he didn’t seem the least bit threatening; just like the hyperactive, mischievous little critter he often acted out to be.
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And then she’d gently wake him up from his mid afternoon siesta for a trip to the supermarket, or maybe to a client’s house for his demonic help in viewing the futures / past / etc. of whoever paid her for her services.
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Today was a slow day, and it all started in the morning.
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Serin had knocked out the moment she managed to change into her sleeping wear, dropping onto the tatami mat as exhaustion fell over her in a wave. Shifting into his most human like form, Kevin knelt down, placing blankets over her and turning the heater a degree or two upwards. It was winter, after all; and human bodies couldn’t withstand the cold as well as a demon’s could.
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Did demons go into dreamland, or did they just… lose their souls from Earth for a few hours to roam back in Hell?
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Kevin had taken his few hours of rest in the afternoon; and Serin never knew what he was up to at night. As long as he wasn’t raiding the refrigerator for raw meat or messing up her work; she was completely fine with whatever he was up to during the “Devil’s Hours” - his time.
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Morning came, and Serin managed to wake up to the sun shining through gauzy curtains into her eyes.
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Why hadn’t the alarm awoken her?
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The bright smile and warm, excited gaze of a certain demon greeted her as she turned to her right, and through the possession bond between the two of them, she felt a jolt of puppy like happiness. As usual, Kevin’s eyes were dark and similar to an unending abyss; and when he grinned, she noticed every single curve and point of the razor sharp teeth, similar to the time when she gave him a dental check on a whim, trying to gather research on his demonhood.
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“Good morning, Serin-ah!”
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This was the first time in months she had felt so revitalised and energised in the mornings; the last time being the week of break she had before her last excursion between the other realms; ending up with her getting possessed in the first place.
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Serin sat up, slowly, ignoring the pulsating migraine rough-housing through her brain in order to focus on the creature.
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“Good morning, Kevin. Did you set back my alarm again?”
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The demon just nodded, wrapping his arms around her shoulders, and nudged at her neck through her hair, the possession mark trailing down her back glowing faintly at his close proximity. Serin tensed, being unused to any sort of interaction exceeding her whacking him over the head with a frying pan when he set a neighbour’s room on fire (for a good reason, he had always said) or at most; holding hands when he insisted to take human form.
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“Relax. I won’t try to devour your soul just yet; I still have this body. And it will stay useful for many, many years, above and below in Hell.”
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“It’s creepy. And we’re probably late to get some new stock of sleeping potions opposite the Alley.”
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“… Can’t that wait? You’re exhausted, and I can’t have my vessel lacking energy. It would have my energy drained too.”
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Serin shook her head, peeling off his hands from over her shoulders, mindfully avoiding the polished black claws that had accidentally been extended when she pressed the spot near the middle of his palms. Standing up from the mat, she began to fold in the blankets; and opened up the curtains, allowing more sunlight to stream in and bathe the room in a golden glow.
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Kevin stood up, the large shirt on his shoulders shuffling as he helped roll up the mat, curiously wondering at the little rituals of humans after and before they slept. Folding things neatly was understandable, but why did they usually change into “sleeping gowns” or “pyjamas” ? And then, as in particular for Serin, turn on a nightlight during stormy nights, then, when she thought he had fallen asleep, begin to cry or sit up at night until she finally fell asleep, holding the lamp?
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He wasn’t psychic; she could read his mind, and he couldn’t read hers. A little unfair, honestly; but she was just human. If only, a special one, holding the weight of the inter dimensional Gates, and acting as a Guardian for said gates. And he was the demon that took her as a vessel; to learn, and understand the mortal world through the life of someone he would call special.
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Serin watched his train of thought, keeping silent as she gathered her toiletry, heading to the bathroom.
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“Are you making breakfast today, or am I?”
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The word “breakfast” jolted him out of his reverie, and he eagerly volunteered, disappearing from the room in an instant, to the kitchen, where Serin heard several curse words erupt as a pot and several kitchen appliances fell to the ground, unstable from the speed Kevin had darted past them.
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Serin entered the bathroom, chuckling softly, and sending a last message through their link.
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“Don’t use too much meat, and most importantly, don’t set off the fire alarms.”
Submitted December 02, 2017 at 01:53PM by writingsindystopia http://ift.tt/2zGYcTe WritingPrompts
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