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Demon!Reader x England – 2

Chapter 2: Karma

Birds began to chirp outside as the first morning rays of light peaked over the horizon. Morning dew clung to the window and everything outside, dripping from the leaves every now and then. Everything seemed, and mostly was, peaceful. It was one of those rare perfect mornings that all humans relished waking up to; calm and quiet with no need to get up quickly. A perfect lazy day to relax and be stress free for at least 24 hours before the chaos erupt again.

You, however, have been up at least 2 hours before the sun had decided to make its presence known. You slept for only a few hours since your disciplined mind told you to wake up. You wish you could have relaxed more, but being who and what you were that could never happen. You watched out the window, counting each drop of vanishing dew drop as the sun began to warm it away. You couldn’t deny that you were enjoying the sight, since you were never able to be at ease anywhere you went. It felt like a relief to actually be without worry for once, even if it was only for a short period of time.

Your gaze shifted up to look at the still sleeping human on the bed. He seemed deep in sleep, but you knew that his body was still trying to recover from the mental shock of having his magic broken. It would probably be a long while till he woke up again. Maybe a day or two, but you weren’t really complaining. Actually, you might complain a little bit.

You stood up from your spot, stretching your stiff joints till they popped from being still for so long, and began to leave the room. However, just as you opened the door the shackle appeared around your neck again and tugged you back towards Arthur. You groaned and tried to pull against the chain, but the more you pulled the tighter it became. It was humiliating to be chained like a dog, especially for a powerful demon like you. You looked at the sleeping man, sending him a glare in hopes it would give him a nightmare. You weren’t about to break the shackle because if you did Arthur would probably lose his sanity and mental stability. Sighing in defeat, you closed the door and took your place at the foot of the bed, and began staring at a bottled ship Arthur kept on his dresser. It was expertly made, and the sails were white with a British flag at the top.

Rumble

You groaned as your stomach began to groan and growl from the lack of food. You hadn’t eaten in the last 24 hours and it was beginning to take it’s toll. Your mind was a bit fuzzy and you felt a bit weak, yet you could do not a thing about it. The chain wouldn’t let you leave the room to go to the kitchen, so you were at the mercy of the unconscious man on the bed. After about another 30 minutes, your ears began to pick up little wing beats from outside the room. You heard whatever was at the door begin to try to turn the door knob, but was having little success. Curiosity getting the better of you, you went back over to the door and opened it, revealing the little flying green bunny from the previous night. It must have forgotten you were still there because it flew into your face and kept yelling Arthur.

“I’m not Arthur. Now get off my face before I pry you off,” you growled.

“Eeeeekk!” it cried and bolted away from your face, “W-Why are you still here?”

“I can’t leave, remember,” pointing at the shackle that had once again appeared around your neck. It wasn’t tugging on you, but you were far enough away that it made itself known again.

“Oh….right. Well I’m Flying Mint Bunny! What’s your name?” it chirped.

“…(F/Name),” you said after a moments pause. You didn’t really want anyone to know your name, but you let it slip before catching yourself. What was the use of telling someone, or something, your name if they would just go on with their lives after a contract?

FMB was about to say something else when your stomach began to grumble and growl again. Your hand flew over it to try to feebly drown out or cancel the noise, but it was too loud to be muffled. You groaned in annoyance and paced back into the room, dropping yourself at the foot of the bed. FMB followed after you, giving you a curious look before turning its attention to Arthur.

“When will Arthur wake up?” it inquired curiously.

“Don’t know,” you muttered, earning a ‘really?’ look from the bunny. You huffed, “I really don’t know, but in this case probably a day or two. His mind has to recover from the shock. And I’m stuck sitting in this boring room until he wakes up.”

FMB nodded, showing you that it heard you, “Why don’t you just break the shackle and leave?”

“Do you want him to go mental?”

“No.”

“Then not the best option. Now, since you are doing nothing but fly around that man’s head, go get me something to drink and eat. I’m starving and I wont last another 24 to 48 hours without something to eat.”

“Say please, and I might get you something,” it smirked teasingly.

“I’m a demon. I don’t say please, and -”

“Alright, I’ll be right back with something for you,” it bolted away and out of the room faster than you could react.

You blinked once, with your mouth half open, and then blinked again after a few moments as you pieced together what just happened. After you put the pieces together, you gave a sly smirk at the little creature’s trick. You would have to be careful around that little bunny, especially when Arthur woke up. You sat there silently, waiting for the little creature to return. You heard quiet thumps coming up the flight of stairs along with what sounded like a plastic bag. It didn’t take long to return as it came back moments later. It was holding…ok, dragging a bag with various items in it. It got through the door and proceeded to fall tiredly to the ground, giving out little huffs to try to catch it’s breath.

You gave a small smile and walked over to it. You kneel down and gently picked up it up in your hands. You then proceeded to lay it on the comforter, making sure it was comfortable.

“Why are you being so nice?” it asked suddenly, making you stop in your tracks. You tried thinking of an excuse, and quickly said the first one that came to mind.

“For being a sly little bunny,” was all you said as you picked up the bag and brought it to the side of the bed with you. Upon opening it to see its contents, your mouth watered at the sight of a small portion of (fav snacks) and a water bottle. You greedily began to stuff your face with the delicious treats, relishing each bite as your hunger was slowly abated. You let out a content sig, though you were far from being contently full. You glanced at FMB and noted that it had fallen asleep.

Your gaze then fell to the window once more. You took note that it was not even noon yet, which caused you to internally groan. It was maybe only 11 at best. You could not do this for another day or two. Nope, not happening. However, as you began to formulate an escape plan, a tired groan came from the man on the bed. You stayed on the floor, but looked up to see that his eyes were beginning to blink open.

‘How is that possible? He shouldn’t be awake so soon,’ you thought, bewildered at the sight in front of you.

“Bloody hell, I have a headache. Wait…how did I get in my room?” he groaned, shocked himself at how he had moved from one place to another. He clearly remembered passing out in the basement, but how did he get upstairs? He began to sit up wearily, holding his head with his hand while looking around the room only to gasp as he saw you sitting on the floor besides his bed, “Why are you in my room, you demon?!”

“Clearly you don’t recall anything, or you would have noted that I can’t particularly leave the room,” you grumbled, still looking out the window.

“What are you talking about?”

You mentally facepalmed, and got up to walk to the door. The shackle returned and pulled you back into the room. You turned to him and pointed to it, clearly not amused that he could have forgotten his own spell. It was connected to his right wrist where it was shackled to his hand. He looked at it in shock, stuttering to find an answer or response to it.

“I-I thought you broke it. Why is it still there?”

“Did you want to go mental?” he shook his head, “Then be glad I didn’t break this thing because that’s what would have happened. Now release me from this cursed thing so that I may be on my way. I want nothing to do with you or your stupid love life.”

He lowered his head in thought. Oh no, that’s not good. He shouldn’t be thinking about this. He began to chuckle as a devious smirk made its way across his lips. He then looked back up at you with a look that could only mean trouble for you. You actually began to feel worried, and now you were regretting ever letting the stupid man live. Well this is what they call karma right? Do something bad and something bad will happen to you.

“You honestly think I’m going to just let you go?” he asked and crossed his arms, “Because I don’t plan on doing that anytime soon. You just sealed your own fate by leaving that chain there. You still have to do whatever I say.”

Your frown deepened and you brought your hand up to place it upon the shackle itself. You gently flexed your index finger and thumb to squeeze it, earning a gasp of pain from Arthur. You had barely put any pressure on it, and it caused him that much pain? You knew your powers were great, almost as powerful as Lucifer himself, but you never had to watch how much of it you used. You took note to be careful with the fragile human. You didn’t let him see the minor shock and kept your cool.

“You were saying, human? I do believe that I’m still in control of this situation. Sure as long as this chain remains I must stay at your side, but I will not do something I do not wish to do. So think carefully about what you say next because if this chain breaks, your sanity goes with it,” you threatened as your eyes flashed their deep, red-orange hue.

Arthur visibly gulped in fear and shook slightly. He had his right hand holding his head, and you could clearly tell he was in pain from just a simple gesture. Honestly, the fact that he was still sane and awake this soon told you he was far stronger than he let on, but even though he was strong his power didn’t come close to yours. The only reason you didn’t break the chain here and now was because he brought up memories that you had forgotten. You never knew these existed, and had a high suspiscion that Lucifer sealed them deep within your subconscious. You figured the only way to get to them was through this man, though you were hesitant to go through with this.

After a few more moments of staring at one another, you crossed your arms and tapped your foot impatiently, “Are you going to just sit there, or are you actually going to get up and get something to eat? It’s already almost noon.”

He flinched at your voice, taking a moment to collect his voice, “I-I don’t have to take orders from you! I’m perfectly capable of getting up, but I just don’t want to right now.”

“Then let this chain go a little loose then cause I can’t even leave this stupid room to get myself something to eat,” you stated, tugging the chain that connected around his wrist. With each tug his arm flopped up and down, much to his displeasure.

In return he just folded his arms and huffed, clearly not wanting to do such a thing. Why should he have to take commands from you; a devil of all things. You didn’t deserve any sympathy after whatever you did to get yourself thrown into hell. And to be second to only Lucifer, if he recalled correctly, you must have done some pretty horrific deeds to get to that position. He doubted you would ever want to tell him of these deeds, but he didn’t care to know anything about you. He had a use for you, and he wasn’t about to let you, his tool, slip away from him.

“Sorry, demon, but I have no intention of doing so. You’ve probably faired through a lot worse than an empty stomach, so I don’t feel like I need to move from this bed anytime soon let alone let you roam freely."

Your eyebrow twitched in annoyance. Didn't he know that one twitch of your fingers meant thinking and not thinking? Actually, you began thinking of how you could entertain yourself while pissing the stubborn man off. Racking your brain, you began to analyze the said man, causing him to look at you wearily. He could tell you were up to something. You smirked taking aim at something he probably held dear.

"You know, for such a powerful warlock, your eyebrows don't make you look that threatening. Maybe you should trim them down a bit so they don’t look like caterpillars."

This clearly got him to react. His thick eyebrows scrunched together and his entire being began to emit a chilling purple aura. He glared at you from his spot on the bed, clearly not amused by it.

“There is nothing wrong with my eyebrows! And for your information, I do trim them!!”

“Oh really? Because those have to be the thickest eyebrows I have ever seen.”

In a flash the comforter of the bed was thrown aside and Arthur flashed out of the bed, his eyes set on you. Oh he was going to try to kill you now. You gave a small laugh and scurried out the of the room. You kept a safe distance from him, but made sure not to get too far away since the chain would probably tug you back to him. You were actually surprised he didn’t just do that. He could control the chain, but you figured he was far too upset to even think about that at the moment. He chased you down the stairs and around the living room quite a few times before he seemed to become visibly tired. You actually ran around the house for a good 5-10 minutes at least. You weren’t tired at all, and by the time he finally bent over to catch his breath you had stopped in the kitchen.

‘All according to plan,’ you cheerfully thought.

“Y-You…bloody demon,” he pants out.

You just rolled your eyes and began to dig through the cupboards, searching for something to quell your aching hunger. Arthur on the other hand, finally realized where the two of you ended up and growled. You tricked him into chasing you just so you could get into the kitchen. His blood began to boil in anger, but before he could do anything, a wave of dizziness befell him. He couldn’t stand up any longer and crumbled to the floor in a heap, instantly grabbing your attention. You quickly took in his heaving form and flew into action. You put a hand to his forehead, noting that he had a small fever, and began to help the man to his feet. Arthur, however, was trying to pry you away from him saying he could ‘stand without your help.’ You ignore him and walk him over to the living room before placing him on the couch.

“W-Why are you helping me?”

“Don’t get the wrong idea,” you growl in warning. “I only helped because if I didn’t I would end up having to take care of you. That’s not what I do, and I have no desire to start being ‘nice’ to anyone.”

He seemed to shut up after that as he turned his gaze away from yours. You continue to rummage around the kitchen, picking out things to make yourself something. He didn’t have much to offer, so you decided to try making… what did those humans call it? Scones? Yeah those. They were like a treat to you when you found some off time. You began making the dough, completely ignoring the mumbling of the man behind you.

That is until you heard the buttons of a phone being dialed.

Using your acute senses you listen into the dialogue being exchanged over the phone while looking like you weren’t interested. You had a gut feeling that something wasn’t right, or at least something was going to happen. However what that was, you didn’t know.

“’Ello Lukas…Yes, I’m sorry for disturbing you, but I need a favor.”

“…”

“Remember that plan I told you about earlier? Well I pulled it off…mostly.”

“…”

“Well, by mostly I mean I summoned the demon, but it will not follow a single command, nor will even grant my request.”

“…”

“No, it doesn’t know,” he mumbled so low you almost didn’t catch it.

‘Hmmm~ what do I not know about?’ you mused in your head as you continued to listen in.

“So you will help? Good. Also do you think you could get a hold of him as well? Great. Be here by tonight if you could, thank you.”

With that he hung the phone up and glared in your direction. You only laughed it off as you could feel the gaze in the back of your head. By now the scones were done, and the aroma they gave off wafted through the house. When you went to go sit in the chair next to Arthur, you could see him practically drooling at the sight of the scones. It made your smirk deepen as you plopped one into your mouth.

“So, who was that you were speaking to?” you inquire. You acted uninterested in the topic, but underneath you were trying to figure it out. From how the conversation played on this end you knew his friends probably practice magic as well. You could deal with up to 2 warlocks, but you’d definitely have trouble with a third one. If you had powers equal to Lucifer’s, then you wouldn’t have any trouble at all.

“That’s none of your business,” he huffed in irritation, but kept his eyes on the scones. “Y-You didn’t by chance make any more of those did you?”

“Nope~”

“You Devil…

You just grinned as you popped the last one in your mouth. You savored the flavor before you swallowed the tasty morsel. Smiling to yourself, you made yourself comfortable in your chair. Through the small crack of your eyes you noticed Arthur get up and proceed to go into the kitchen. Pans clanked around and you heard him going through other things. However 15 minutes later, you smelled something horrid coming from the kitchen. You sat up quickly as you looked to see Arthur placing what looked to be burnt scones on a plate.

‘Oh god, he killed the things. Literally!’ you thought in horror as he walked back into the room.

However, instead of going back to the couch, he made his way over to you. You flinched and pushed yourself back into the chair as he offered one to you.

“Well aren’t you going to eat it? I thought you liked scones?” He stated with a devilish grin on his face.

“I do, but yours must be the worst I have ever seen. You aren’t much of a cook are you? Or did you burn these on purpose?”

“My cooking is perfectly fine! Now I order you to eat it!” he demands as he practically shoves the burnt 'rock' into your face.

Glaring at the so called scone, you snap your fingers. The scone instantly burst into a ball of blue flames. Arthur yelped and dropped the scone to the floor, where it promptly shattered and dissolved into nothing. No one ordered you around except Lucifer. And you weren't about to change that role.

"I'm giving you 3 seconds to get out of my face before I do the same to your head," you threaten him.

He grit his teeth and stayed there for two seconds before pulling away from you. It was the smartest move he'd made so far. You grin in victory and push him aside so that you could stand up. You head to the back door, wanting to get some fresh air. A nice flight or just a walk sounded nice right now. However, before you could get too far away Arthur grabbed you by the shoulder. Looking back into his eyes, you could tell he was serious right now. With a growl, he roughly sat you down on the sofa and sat himself into the lone chair across from it. He put his elbows on his knees and his hands under his chin as he stared at you intently.

“What do I have to do to get you to even acknowledge my request, contract, or whatever? I’ll give you anything you want. Well anything except my soul,” His voice bordering a begging tone.

You rolled your eyes at him. Was he this dense? No one was allowed to touch the well except for Lucifer, and it was a guaranteed death sentence to anyone who tried; even for you. Thinking deeper, maybe if you told him this he would let you go. However, this meant you were going to be ‘nice’ to him. Just the thought of this sent shivers down your spine.

“Look, as much as I would love to take up the contract, I can’t and won't. Reason 1, you aren’t giving me your soul, which would be the equivalent. Reason 2, no demon, not even myself, can get near the well. It’s a guaranteed death sentence to anyone who tries, and I do not wish to die just yet. So why don’t you just release me and I’ll be on my way. You won’t hear from me ever again.”

Arthur narrowed his eyes, clearly not taking your truthful advice. “I think not. I will go through with this. She did not deserve the fate that befell her.”

You growled and gripped the shackle around your neck. However, you suddenly found yourself unable to even crack the thing. Your eyes widened in horror and you quickly shot your gaze to Arthur, who was giving you an eerie smirk. You continue to try to pull the shackle off your neck, but nothing you do seems to even phase it. Not even your magic seemed to work. Hearing Arthur get up from his chair, you turn your eyes to him in a menacing glare. You bared your fangs at him as he walked closer.

“Ah, ah, ah my dear. I made sure to strength that shackle while you were baking things in the kitchen. I believe your small act of ‘being nice’ has finally backfired on you,” he chuckles darkly. He must have been planning this all along. Now you were at his mercy, to a certain extent.

“You bastard,” you spat.

“Such naughty words for a lady. Oh wait, you might be a lady, but you are no more than a lowly demon.”

With that he grabbed you by your upper forearm and began to drag you back upstairs. You, who were caught off guard, could do nothing as he threw you into his bedroom. Words flew out of his mouth as he placed a series of spells onto the window and door. You didn’t know what he chanted, but when you went for the window you quickly snatched your hand away. Your hand was heavily burned and smoke rose from your finger tips.

He had placed a holy barrier spell upon it.

You turned around to try the door, but it was promptly shut in your face. You growl menacingly at it. Changing into your true demon form, you formed flames in each of your palms. You toss the flames at the door, but the spell held up.

'This warlock is stronger than he made himself out to be,' you mentally note.

This was not good at all. As a matter of fact, this was embarrassing for you. You were being outmatched by a lowly human of all things. The anger you felt only boiled more as you heard the man's laughs from outside the door.

"Don't bother trying to get out. I can't very well get my wish if my contractor is dead now can I?" Arthur's smug voice came from the other side of the door.

"You can't keep me in here forever, you pathetic human. I WILL find a way out," you counter him.

"I'd like to see you try," was all he said before his footsteps receded from the door.

You growl once more and punch the door with all your might. Not even a dent showed in the door, and your only reward for the action was a charred hand. Holding your hand to your chest, you walk over to the bed and sit yourself down. The action you took was stupid. It would take days for your hand to fully heal thanks to that holy barrier. You sneer and spat at the door from your place on the bed. Escaping would have to wait, but right now only one question hung in your mind.

Just who was this warlock?

And what else was he hiding from you?

To be continued~