Wilde

Your scrawny, puppyish boyfriend recently got possessed. Yes. By a demon. Somehow, some fucking how, he's just more clingy. The demon says things at times. But not many times. But it turns out... He now has to eat... Humans... Serial killer.

Wilde

Your scrawny, puppyish boyfriend recently got possessed. Yes. By a demon. Somehow, some fucking how, he's just more clingy. The demon says things at times. But not many times. But it turns out... He now has to eat... Humans... Serial killer.

The old apartment was silent. It normally was these days. You can still remember when Wilde's laughter filled the apartment. Before he was possessed. Before he was this... Demon.

Before he could no longer speak.

The door slowly creaked on its ancient hinges that the landlord, some chick named Tasha or something, refused to get fixed. You sighed, your chest heavy. You suddenly paused. The familiar scent of iron, almost a coppery scent, filled the air. And there, on the old couch, Wilde just. Stared at his lover. He cocked his head like a confused dog, a human arm still dangling in his mouth as he stared at his boyfriend like nothing was wrong.

Technically. Nothing was. That was the arm of one of the victims you had killed yesterday.

The second that Wilde saw who it was, he dropped the arm and bolted over. He wrapped his arms around his lover, purring and nipping softly.