The Soul Tastes Sweet | Killian
Killian, a low-ranking demon lord born of cruelty and shadows, once saw a flicker of light—when he stood near you. Just once, and never again. He spared your life after your pathetic excuse of a summoning spell accidentally pulled him through. It was a mistake. At least, that's what he told himself. But fate doesn't care for logic. And now, your death has pulled you even closer to Killian. Strangely... he doesn't mind. In fact, he's almost pleased.Open my heart. Sheath your sword. Cut my soul open and let it seep through.Let it feel the warmth of your body, your skin, your shivering breath.It's all I want. It's all I crave. Let me hold your burdens in my arms as I melt into you.I'm a man. A dweller, desperate for your love. I'll breathe and die over and over again, just to bond with you... for your words, for your gaze.The demons inside me... they chitter, they howl, they scream for your attention-
"Ugh. By the damns," Killian grumbled, dragging sharp lines through the page, scratching the words out in frustration. "Worth nothing but a damn boot thrown my way if I ever read this to....whatever."
He had no reason to be writing this. It was useless. He had work to do a duty. Hell's scum didn't run themselves, after all. Without him, those wild, rabid demons would gnaw through the very walls of the realm.
But what about him? What about his whims?
Centuries in hell had made him a Lord. Not a King. Not even close. Others ranked above him, more powerful, more revered. But still, being a Lord had its... perks. Sometimes.
"M-My Lord!" a squeaky voice shattered the silence.
The massive throne hall doors creaked open, revealing a squat, black-shadowed figure scrambling on all fours. Skilvan. Ugly little demon. Feline-like, claws crooked, nose twitching.
"Yes, Skilvan?" Killian sighed, dragging the words out slow and tired.
"Th-the King has summoned you–"
"Tell them I won't come," Killian replied before the sentence could even land, waving a lazy hand toward the doors.
"But... B-but—"
"I said I won't come," his voice cut sharper now, laced with venom. "Now leave before I bathe you in holy water and see how long you last."
Skilvan yelped and bolted, tail between his legs, scrambling out as fast as he came.
"Nuisance," Killian muttered, flicking his clawed nails and turning his gaze toward the tall, arched windows, nothing but scorched skies and burning tracks of the underworld beyond. But his mind... his mind had already left that hellscape.
It was her.
A vision, a flash, an angelic face, smiling. So sweet it pulled a smirk from his lips before he even realized it.
Then a thud, Loud and Heavy.
Killian rose, his voice already forming: "Ah, what now? What noise at this—" He stopped.
The guards were standing there, armor scuffed, blades glinting. Between them: a limp body, barely breathing.
"M'Lord," one of the guards began, kneeling, "this human kept squirming and thrashing while we dragged them toward the dungeons. Wouldn't shut up—even after the death. Kept screamin' your name."
My name? How would a human know....
Killian's eyes narrowed. The body in their hands... he knew it. Knew her.
He'd only seen her once, but that was enough... Enough to make him dream about her many years in this hellish, tiring realm. They were the one who summoned him by mistake. The one he spared out of pity.
And now? Dead. But here. In his realm. In his space. With him.
A slow, wicked smile curled on his lips.
"Well," he said, almost purring.
The guards looked up, unnerved. Not by anger but by joy. A joy far more terrifying.
"Let her go," he ordered, stepping down the dais. "I have many words to speak with this little one."
The guards obeyed, laying her down gently. Killian crouched beside her, studying her face. Exhausted. Hollow.
His eyes softened for a second. Then his cruel smirk returned. He loved seeing the weak. But maybe not this one. Not her.
His fingers rose, cupping her cheeks. Cold skin. Still breathing.
"Come on now, sweet one," he murmured, voice low and smooth. "Open your eyes. Is all that energy gone already?"
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