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Demon!Reader x England - Chapter 1 (Preview)

You stared intently down at the busy streets of London from your perch high above the ground. The late evening sun now slipping beneath the horizon as the last rays of warmth left your pale skin. Everyone had begun to finish up their daily shopping and mingling while others shuffled into the night clubs and bars. A normal day for the normal lives of humans. Never stopping, never changing, but never seeming to entertain you.

Humans were such strange creatures in your eyes. Having lived for so long, they rarely changed save for some that became famous or inventors. Some where so innocent and pure while many others were greedy and prideful. In this day and age, the wealthy lived off the suffering of the poor, and it didn't seem like it was changing, if only at a slow pace. You could care less about their lives since they had little impact upon your own. The only thing that mattered to you were their souls. As long as they kept living, you had nothing to fear except for holy water and exorcists.

Your thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the familiar presence solidifying behind you. You quickly spun around and neatly clashed blades with a cloaked figure. The person snarled at you, wings spread out behind them menacingly. You on the other hand, felt no fear and calmly stood your ground.

"Is this always how you are going to greet me, Ordon? Because it gets quite old after half a century," you said un-amused.

'Ordon' proceeded to growl at you again before withdrawing his blade from yours. He took a few steps back, but you never put your weapon away. His blazing orange eyes pierced your own as you countered with your own cold glare. You were surprised you hadn't cut him down yet for the many attempts to try and kill you, but what was the point when the next lackey would probably do the same.

"Lucifer has ordered for your return," his low voice commanded.

"Tell him I will do no such thing. I refuse to be used by that fiend again," turning away from him and beginning to walk away. However you were swiftly stopped again by his sword pressing against your throat from behind.

"You have no choice in the matter. You either come quietly, or I have his order to kill you should you try to flee."

You thought about that for only a moment before sighing in defeat, "Fine I'll go, but just give me 5 minutes. I need to stretch my wings."

With that you removed his sword from your neck and ran to the edge of the building. You didn't hesitate to jump off and begin to fall down towards the concrete below. At the last second you spread your large wings and shot up straight towards the sky. The wind rushed pasted you, blowing your (h/c) hair behind you. You now had a pair of horns on top of your head, and your once (e/c) eyes were now a glowing red-orange with feline slits. Lastly, you had a thin, slender tail with a pointed tip that whipped around behind you as you flew. If there was one thing you loved about who and what you were, it was the ability to fly. It gave you so much more freedom than walking around on the flat ground below.

Your 5 minutes must have been up, quicker than you had liked, because Ordon made his presence known beside you. You groaned and nodded in understanding before landing atop a random building. You reached out your arm in front of you and chanted a few dark words. As soon as the last one left your lips, a portal appeared before you. It swirled with colors of purple, blue, and black. A rough push sent you closer to the portal and you made sure to send back a deadly glare at Ordon before stepping through the portal. Everything twisted and turned for a moment before you materialized in front of two humungous doors.

Two pole arms clanged together in front of you before you even had a chance to take a breath. You calmly glanced to your right and left at the two guards before rolling your eyes at them in annoyance.

"What is your business here?" one of them demanded, venom lacing his tone.

"You know why I'm here," was all you said before pushing their weapons aside.

The doors opened as you neared them and you stepped into the grand entrance of the castle. Lesser demons came to you, trying to do their duty, but only to be brushed away from you. You did give one of them your cloak before you headed down one of the halls to an all too familiar room. You wrapped your wings in front of you, making a makeshift cloak along the way. The doorway you came to a stop at was grand and decorated. Only one being was allowed this kind of luxury.

Lucifer himself.

You threw open the doors, not bothering to knock and announce yourself. The figure in the room had neither flinched nor moved from their spot as they continued to look out window. They wore a fancy dark attire that consisted of a black fanciful shirt and nice black leggings. Their horns were large, but they had no wings; for now.

“There is only one person I know who is either foolish or brave enough to barge into my room without fear of the punishment,” His velvet voice spoke in amusement as his glowing red eyes fell upon your figure.

If there was anything you feared, it was this man; no wait, more like devil. He ruled this pitiful underworld known as hell. He could order your execution without a second thought if he wanted to if you proved you were useless. His red eyes continued to bore into your red-orange ones, waiting for a response. It was also the only way you knew the ranks of this place. The more powerful you were, the more red your eyes became, and the weaker you were the more yellow they became. The lowest ranks had yellow-green eyes, which were considered weak and treated like they didn’t exist. The most common color was yellow-orange as it was the middle class ranks. Your eyes were only one level lower than Lucifer’s. This meant you were literally his right hand demon.

You just scoffed at him and glared at him through narrow eyes. You never wanted the power you held now, and the only reason you held it was because the devil before you took an interest in you.

“Silent and rebellious as always aren’t we, my dear?” his voice smooth as silk, “Now, care to explain to me why you haven’t collected or corrupted any souls in the past 30 years?”

“Maybe because I collected enough souls the other 20 years to last me another century and a half?”

“That doesn’t matter,” he cut in, his eyes bordering on being furious, “You are second only to me, which means you need to show the ones bellow you what it takes to rise up to your position. I will not tolerate a lazy being with so much power like yourself to just sit around and do nothing.”

“Alright, alright, I get it. I’ll start immediately tomorrow,” you stated in defeat.

“Good,” he purred out and began to walk towards you, “because I have the perfect target for someone like you.”

“And who might this unlucky soul be?” you asked and stiffened when he ran his hand across your cheek.

“You know that all souls are typically the same correct?” you nodded, “Well there are a few handful of people whose souls are not like any other.”

“You must be joking,” you said in both a shocked and disbelieving tone. You closed your eyes as he began to circle around you.

“Oh, but there are. They walk among people and look like anyone else, but they are so much different. Their souls embody the very nation they personify. Their soul is their nation’s and it is a soul that never dies until their nation is no more. We have been able to corrupt only a few of them, but soon after they are somehow purified.”

“What are you getting at?” you asked slowly.

“I want you to collect one of their souls. Not corrupt, but take their soul.”

“Doesn’t that mean that nation will wither and die? What about the people living there?”

“They will fall into madness. The nation will become overrun with insanity, and that insanity will provide us with enough souls to last for a millennia.”

You said nothing and just stood there. Sure you were a demon, but condemning so many people who didn’t even deserve this fate didn’t sit well with your mind. The demon part of your mind longed to see the results of this, to see madness flood the streets, and the horrors it would bring. The other part of your mind, the sane and human part, dreaded even the thought of it.

“I will have no other demon perform this task since I know you are the only one who can complete this…assignment,” his voice purred the last word, making chills down your spine.

“What can I possibly do that others cannot? Surely they can corrupt this ‘nation.’”

“Corrupting a nation takes time and patience. Something of which that isn’t easily come by in most demons. However, taking the soul is something far harder to accomplish. You must strike when they least expect it and when they are drowning in their misery. That’s the easiest way to take the soul.”

“…Fine. I’ll do this little assignment. In return, you don’t bother be for 2 whole centuries afterwards.”

“That’s my girl,” His voice right behind your right ear.

Before he could do much else, a bright circle appeared beneath your feet. You shielded your eyes from the immense light while Lucifer let out a ‘tch’ before backing away. You couldn’t move your legs as you tried to escape the circle. Your wings beat frantically behind you as you began to sink into the floor.

“Well I must say this is a turn of events. I will send a scout with more information on your target in a few days once you deal with the fool who is summoning you,” He muttered and turned back to the window.

You hissed at him in spite and glared at him until your head vanished into the light. You felt like you were sinking, sinking down into nothing. Even if you beat your wings, nothing happened, so you chose to ‘stand’ there and wait. Moments later you felt yourself stopping, only to begin raising back up. You first felt your head break through the ‘water’ or whatever it was. You heard a muffled gasp as the rest of your body came through the circle on the ground. Once you could tell the light faded, you opened your red-orange eyes only to meet terrified emerald ones.

The man who cowered before you wore a dark cloak and had deep emerald eyes. His eyebrows were unnaturally bushy, almost like caterpillars, which you wanted to laugh at. You noticed that he still held a book, which you could tell was a spellbook, and that he held a wand in his other hand. You then glanced around the room, taking note of all the potions, cauldrons, herbs, books, and candles that lined the shelves.

‘Must be a warlock,’ you concluded.

Your eyes scanned the room once more before landing on the man again, making him flinch back in fear. You then saw some determination build up in his eyes as he took a deep breath and stood up. He was about a head taller than you, but you didn’t care. Size meant nothing in the underworld. Only power and rank.

“So, to whom do I owe the pleasure of this poorly timed summon?” You growled out sarcastically.

“D-Don’t talk that way to me, demon. I summoned you, so you have to do as I say,” he demanded.

“Hmmm, oh really? Well it had better be something good because Lucifer hates it when his right hand demon is lazing about,” you purred, your words seeming to strike a bad chord.

“R-Right hand demon? What do you mean?” He stuttered. The built up confidence was quickly slipping.

“It means my power is second only to Lucifer. In other words, I’m the second strongest demon that resides in hell, so whatever your reason for summoning me here had better be good,” hands on your hips, your eyes boring into his now frightened ones.

He sputtered incoherent words and overall nothing that made you any less annoyed. You never liked being summoned, especially randomly, by people who think it would be fun to just try something out. They never read the warnings on those books. However, there were a handful of people, including this man in front of you, you actually tried to summon a powerful demon for a reason. And you wanted to know that reason right now, or else you felt you would just take his soul and be done with him. After another painfully long minute, he took a deep breath to calm himself, and looked you straight in the eye.

“I-I summoned you here to bring back someone who was taken from me long ago.”

“Oh really? And what pray tell, happened to this person that they were forced to leave your side?”

“A demon took her from me. I want her back!”

“A demon? So you want me, a demon, to bring back a soul we took?” He merely nodded, determination glinting in his eyes.

This wasn’t something you could do. Demons took souls, and there was no way to get them back unless you were Lucifer or…you. However, even if you were to retrieve the soul, the longer it lingered in hell the weaker it became. Over time souls were sucked dry of their energy, and once they were depleted they would finally be released to be reborn. You couldn’t kill souls because if you did the cycle would be unbalanced, and life would slowly die out.

‘I’m not gonna risk my head for this idiot,’ you thought with a frown.

Directing your attention back to him, you stood straight and stated, “No deal. I do not wish to risk my head for some selfish request. You aren’t the only one whose lost someone dear to them. Deal with it and move on already.”

You began to walk away, but you soon heard chanting from behind you. Suddenly, ice cold chains formed around your neck and pulled you back towards the man. You were slightly choking as they tightened around your throat. More chains formed to wrap around your body from your neck to your toes with your wing and arms pinned to you. You weren’t scared since this has happened once before to you, but you sent a death glare at the man. He was smirking in his victory, but you could tell by the chains that they weren’t powerful enough to fully bind you. You were the second strongest demon for a reason.

“I don’t think so, my dear. So long as these chains exist you are to do as I say.”

“Oh really?” shooting back a confident grin of your own, causing him to look at you in confusion.

You looked down where your right hand was and, using your index finger and thumb, pinched a piece of the chains. A loud crack resounded in the room as the chain broke, freeing your arm in the process. You stretched it some and took a glance at the warlock. He was visibly shaking, but not from fear. Breaking pieces of a spell backfired on magicians, resulting in them becoming mentally fatigued. You then looked to your left hand and did the same, but this time the man let out a gasp of pain. You continued to do so until all that was left was the shackle around you neck. You looked once more at the barely conscious man on the floor. He was gasping for breath, hand clutched to his chest. Pain written all over his face. You brought your hand up to the shackle, but before you touched it you looked into his pleading, emerald eyes.

Bad idea.

Something in your head snapped, and memories long buried away rose from deep in your mind. Your hand clutched at your head as images of your past flashed in front of your eyes. The green, pleading eyes of a young girl looked down into your own as flashbacks of your own death played through your head. Meanwhile, the warlock looked at your shaking form, trying to figure out what was happening to you. What was causing you, a merciless demon, to actually shed tears?

You noticed this as well and quickly wiped away the sudden tears. The number one rule in the underworld was to never show weakness, and this especially meant tears. Your hand went back to the shackle and was about to just rip the thing off, but another glance of the now unconscious man stopped you in your tracks. You looked over his form, trying to figure out yourself what caused those all but forgotten memories to suddenly come rushing back. It was like your heart said no, but your brain is yelling at you to break the finally piece.

‘What is he to me besides another stupid human?’ you thought.

You were still in turmoil when you let out a sigh and left the shackle on. It began to disappear from your sight, but you knew it was still there. You then knelt down and picked the man up and walked out of the room. When you came up the stairs you were amazed at his decoration choices. Very English and clean, and most everything was white. Pictures of the Revolution were hung about the house as well as stuff from the 1700’s (painted of course). However, you noticed that they weren’t like other pictures you had seen. It was like these were originals, kept under constant care that they never wore or weathered. You soon went up the next flight of stairs and found what you believed to be his room.

The bed had a British flag comforter and there were other things decorated around the room. One included a ship in a bottle, which you secretly found admirable. You were about to walk towards the bed when something bright green shot out from nowhere and slammed into your face. You staggered back slightly, but kept your balance. The little thing began to beat at your face with very soft paws. You slowly took in its form and saw that it was a flying green bunny.

“Let go of Arthur, you evil person!” it yelled at you.

‘Arthur? Oh…must mean this man.’

“I am going to let him go, but I’d rather set him on the bed than drop him on the floor,” you growled.

It seemed to understand and backed off, letting you gently place ‘Arthur’ down upon the soft mattress. You pulled the sheets over him and were about to leave the room when the shackle reappeared and stopped you. You growled in annoyance and looked back to see the chain connected to Arthur’s hand.

“You can’t go far with that on you,” the bunny stated, “only if Arthur wishes for you to go farther will it allow you to move more freely.”

You wanted so badly to just break it and be done with this man, but something inside told you not to. You sent a glare at the bunny as to silently say ‘go away.’ It did just that. You then sighed and walked past the bed to lay up against the back wall, making sure you had a view out the window. You groaned a bit, realizing you didn’t have a clear view outside, and slid so your back was against the side of the mattress. Your wings and tail made it difficult to get comfortable, so you decided to hide them away along with your horns. Your eyes changed back to their deep (e/c) hue as you let out a long yawn.

Too many things had happened in this one day, and you were all too eager to fall into sleeps embrace. However, before you did, you made sure to chant a spell of warding and protection around the house. You didn’t want to risk another demon finding you as you slept because they would be more than willing to take advantage of it and strike you down.

You let your eyes land upon Arthur again, noting that his breathing had become stable. He seemed to be having a calm dream by looking at his peaceful face. It was kind of cute but most of all it was pure and innocent. Even though he was involved in a war, he looked like a normal young man. You let yourself fall asleep with that in mind while also planning on how to deal with this man’s fate. You would have to take something in exchange for your service, and most times it would mean a soul.

You would just have to wait until morning to see how this would play out.

To be continued?