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Demon!Reader x England – Chapter 3

Chapter 3: Three Warlocks

Time seemed to just drag on as you were cooped up in that house. You were confined to Arthur’s room while he worked in his study. What he was working on you had no clue. It was so stuffy and Arthur’s spell on the windows had prevented you from opening them. Did he think you were going to fly away or something? Scratch that; you probably would be doing that right now if you could.

You had never been this bored in your life. There was nothing to do in this small, cramped room besides watch out the window or look through all of Arthur’s belongings. He had quite a few items that had caught your attention, especially the older antique ones. You could tell from being alive for a few centuries that these old item were in fact real and not some remade replicas. They had been kept in exceedingly good shape and were in mint condition.

One item that caught your eye in particular was a sword mounted on the wall. It was in pristine condition like everything else, but something about made you feel unsafe. Not just because it was a sword or course, but it had an aura around it that made it shine slightly brighter even with the sun on it. You hadn’t touched it during your captivity, but your curiosity was now getting the better of you. It was a very old sword, older than a millennia and maybe more. With your keen eyes you could see the almost invisible traces of blood still staining the shimmering blade. To any normal human they couldn’t see it at all. Everything in this home didn’t make sense to you.

Why did he keep so many antiques?

How were they still in mint condition?

Those questions and many more swirled through your mind for hours as you lay upside-down on Arthur’s bed. Being bored had its consequences, and you were slowly becoming more curious about the sword on the wall. You had a gut feeling, almost like an instinct feeling that you should stay far away from the thing but your curiosity was telling you to examine the blade up close. Arthur had no say over what you did anyway, and you weren’t about to take orders from some human.

Wait, you already were technically. And you were still fuming about it.

Sitting up onto the bed you sat there for a moment to let your head clear. Staying upside down could make even a demon dizzy if done long enough. You then swung your legs over the edge of the bed and stood up before making your way over to the wall. You could feel yourself getting more…paranoid? Something along those lines as you stood about 2 feet from the sword. The glow of the blade had seemed to intensify slightly as you had moved closer. Like it was reacting to you.

Against your better judgement, you tentively reached your hand out and touched the middle of the blade. Immediate pain seared through your hand as you cried out in pain. You snapped your hand back and cradled it against your chest as you glared at the sword with newfound hatred. The sword was blessed, that much was for certain. However, the elaborate designs across the blade cause you to gasp and bolt away from it. This blade was only heard about in stories, but in the underworld even Lucifer feared the blade. It was Excalibur; the holiest blade in existence. Nothing evil could touch the blade, as you just proved.

Arthur must have heard your cry because you heard his footsteps resounding through the hallway. They were heavy, and you could only guess he was upset at the disruption you had caused. Maybe this was your chance to flee this stupid room. The footsteps stop briefly at the door before it flew open, revealing an angry Arthur.

“I thought I told you to stay quiet, you pathetic creature,” he growls/yells out.

You narrow your eyes at him as they once again turn back to their demonic hue. He was trying your patience, and it was growing increasingly thinner every time he spoke down to you.

“Well next time you should at least warn me you have a holy sword mounted up in your room,” you snapped back.

“What bloody nonsense are you going on about?”

You shove your now burned hand in his face, causing him to gasp and stagger back. It was at least a third degree burn even though you only touched it for a moment, and it hurt like hell. Your hands still hadn’t recovered from the last time you tried to get out of the room. Besides Lucifer, holy water and blessed items were your only fear. If Arthur had any more of these items hidden away around his house, you were going to go insane from being paranoid.

“Then what do you make of this, hmm? I touched that sword with my hand and this is what it left me with.”

Arthur seemed confused beyond words, but a moment later you could see recognition flash across his face. He pales for a moment, obviously knowing something you didn’t, but you could tell it wasn’t something he was going to share. A mixture of emotions went across his face as he struggled to come up with a reason. Your patience finally broke. Taking advantage of his distracted state, you quickly maneuver yourself past him and through the doorway. The spell didn’t stay up when the door was open.

“W-Where do you think you’re going?!” he yells after you. You felt the chain around your neck tighten and pull you to a stop. He was getting far too comfortable with the control of the chain, and you were not gonna be broken that easily.

“I’m going to clean this wound. Is that so wrong? Or can a demon not even do that without prejudice?” you spat back. You were in no mood for his antics, and literally all you wanted was to relieve the burning pain on your hand.

“You’re a demon aren’t you? Just heal yourself and get back into the room,” he commands, pulling the chain to emphasize his point. The chain tightens on your neck, causing you to fall backwards.

Your patience finally snapped at that command. You grabbed the chain with your good hand, and pull it roughly towards you with enough strength to pull him as well. He yelps in surprise and was literally pulled through the air only to land at your feet. You then got up, place your foot onto his head, and press down enough to cause him pain. He grit his teeth as he glares up at you. There was the hatred you had oh so missed from his eyes. Although, one question enters your mind at this point; Why did he suddenly seem weaker than last time? Last time he had enough strength to overpower you, and now he seemed weaker, more tired even.

“First off, my patience is running thin with your high and mighty attitude. I have been merciful in letting you live with your soul and pull this chain around, but that seems to be going to your head. Second, I can’t heal this injury on my own since it was a holy artifact. Didn’t you do your research before summoning a demon?” You said in a low, threatening tone.

You weren’t lying about that fact. Anything holy or blessed could inflict lethal damage to a demon, even to Lucifer himself. Holy places, like a church or cathedral, could even drain a demon of its power if they were to fly near one or walk within it. It was the very reason you stayed far away from them.

Without waiting for a reply, you turned yourself away and walk into the bathroom (restroom, whatever you call it lol). Arthur must have sucked in his pride and let the chain loose since you didn’t feel its pull anymore. Reaching for the cupboard, you pull out the first aid kit and got out the burn cream. You applied it gently over your hand until the burning had subsided. You let out a sigh of relief as you put everything away. Once the burn subsided you could heal it, but it wouldn’t be for another hour or so before you could do so.

Walking back into the hallway, you notice Arthur had barely moved from his previous spot. He was now standing up and leaning against one of the walls. You could see his mouth moving slightly, mumbling words to himself. By his expression you could tell he was obviously upset and probably either cursing you or himself. Either or, you wouldn’t be surprised.

“What are you moping about now, hmmm~?” you ask in a slightly seductive voice. You were only doing this to tease him, since you left this kind of thing to the more, erotic demons. “Is little Arthur having a meltdown? You know, this could all end if you just get rid of this chain and let me go. This isn’t worth one little life.”

His gaze flashes down to you, and the hatred from before was even more evident in his eyes. Out of nowhere, his hand flew up to your throat as you were pushed against the adjacent wall. Your eyes widened in shock and alarm as his grip around your neck continued to tighten. Besides the chain, he had not once lashed out at you like this and to be quite honest, it frightened you. His breathing with deep and sharp, almost like he was trying to control himself.

You stay silent though, knowing no good would come out of talking to an angry man. Especially a warlock. Your windpipe was slowly being crushed as his anger refused to abate, and you were quickly running out of air.

“What do you know?” he growls.

You gave him a pained, questioning look. He seems frustrated by the fact you were seemingly clueless of what he meant.

“What do you know about feelings?! You don’t care about anyone or anything besides yourself and whatever ‘award’ you get for completing a contract. You don’t know the pain of losing something close and dear to you!” He yells at you now. The pain in his eyes was overwhelming, and you could tell he had lost far more than just someone dear to him. How much more you didn’t know, and part of you didn’t care.

You look down at the ground, letting your hair cast a shadow over your eyes. He knew nothing about the pain and suffering you went through; over three centuries of pain and suffering. And even if you didn’t remember your life before becoming what you were, you knew you were once human. You once knew the feelings he spoke of, whether it be happiness or sorrow. Those feelings were dull now, as they had no purpose or use when you were a demon. And he knew nothing of the pains you went through in hell. How each and every day broke you until you shut out everything else, leaving behind a cold shell of whoever you once were.

“I know nothing?” you whisper, having little breath to speak louder.

“What?” He demanded, loosening his grip so you could speak better.

“You think I know nothing of pain? For over 3 centuries I have lived in hell and you think I don’t know a thing about pain?!” you shove him off you now. His back hit the other wall as your form shifted into your demonic form. When you got this angry you couldn’t control the change. “Try living an agonizing life where your soul is broken until you’re left with a husk of your former self! I don’t have any memories of when I was human, but I know that if I did I would know what it’s like to lose something dear. I don’t even know what I did to deserve this fate!” You shout the last line.

Most of the anger left Arthur’s face as he tried to process what all you said. You had just basically spilled the truth about your existence to him in your anger. Everyone else knew how they became demons, from sinful acts to just being insane. You on the other hand knew nothing of your past, only waking up in hell at Lucifer’s feet and the slow, painful process of becoming his pawn. You didn’t know why, and even when you asked Lucifer he outright refused to give you any information. He would say it wasn’t important, but to you it was. After asking so many times he threatened to kill you.

What were you atoning for?

How much longer did you have until your soul was redeemed and reborn?

You had enough of this conversation and walk back down the hallway towards Arthur’s room, making sure to knock him back down on the ground with your wings. You needed to cool off your temper, and if Arthur tried anything with the chain you would not regret dragging him through the house.

You slam the door shut, not caring if the man had followed you or not, and went to lay down on the bed. You bury yourself under the sheets while minding your wings. You just wanted to fly away and seclude yourself away from the world. Why did you have to feel some small connection to this random human? You were a demon, you shouldn’t be here, especially taking orders from a human of all things.

You were snapped out of your thoughts as you heard a phone go off from outside the room. Arthur must not have moved as you heard his voice speaking into the phone in annoyance. He must not have looked at the caller since he was immediately spouting apologies and explaining his foul mood. You continue to listen to the conversation, knowing full well that whoever he was speaking with was one of the people he had called a few nights ago.

“I’m sorry, Lukas. I didn’t mean to snap. I just…had an unfriendly quarrel with the demon is all.”

“…”

“I’m honestly surprised it hasn’t tried to sneak away either, but you and Vlad have the necessary things to bind it correct? I would imagine it would take all three of us to do this task.”

“…”

“Splendid. So I’ll see the both of you this evening? …Great. I’ll prepare everything in my basement and make sure the demon stays confined. See you later.”

He hung up after that and you wouldn’t deny that you were a smidge frightened. A binding spell? With not two, but three warlocks? Not good, not good at all. You glance at the clock by Arthur’s bed to see that it was only around 1:30 in the afternoon. Your stomach rumbled deeply as you wrapped your arms around your mid-section. You hadn’t had a decent meal since you had made your scones. All he brought for you was a sandwich…only one per day so far, and you were practically beyond starving. Perhaps this was his way of weakening you before the others got here. If it was his intention then he was exceeding in it as much as you hated to admit it.

You had finally calmed yourself down enough to revert back to your more human form and crawl out of the pile you had created. You wondered if he had placed the spell back onto the door to keep you in…and also if he remembered to tighten the chain. Wait, why were you worrying? If he did tighten the chain you’d just drag him to the kitchen with you. Why were you even concerned about it?

You shook your head and walked up to the door. You turned the knob and found it surprisingly unlocked AND with no spell attached. You raise an eyebrow in confusion, but still open the door up enough for you to stick your head through. There was no sign of Arthur anywhere, which was a good sign so far. You made your way out of the room and head swiftly down the stairs. During this time you were also keeping an eye on the chain. If it appeared around you then that meant Arthur would see it as well. The second you got to the bottom of the stairs, you began taking one small step at a time. Within seconds you had made it into the kitchen without any problems, and even when you grab food out of the fridge nothing happened. However, after you prepared something to go into the oven, the chain made itself known. Your heart dropped as well as your stomach. You looked at the food in your hands, which consisted of (Fav meal that cooks in the oven), and at the separate sandwich you had made on the counter behind you.

*Thud Thud Thud*

Frantic footsteps race up a set of stairs somewhere in the home. Not wanting to leave with an empty stomach, you placed the plate on the counter and snatched up the sandwich before eating it as quickly as you could. The footsteps were now flying down the hallway, and it wasn’t long before the owner of the footsteps raced into the kitchen. You were holding the last piece of the sandwich as you stared at Arthur with wide eyes.

His hair was disheveled and he was panting heavily. You could clearly see the annoyance and frustration in his eyes. You found his state to be rather amusing.

“Wow, I don’t think I have ever seen a human run that fast before. Were you that worried over little old me~?” you tease him. You weren’t so frightened now, but you were still attempting to slow you frantically beating heart.

“You are not supposed to leave that room. Get back upstairs. Now,” he demands. He materializes the chain and pulls it with enough force to make you lose your balance for a second. You stagger back into a standing position, slightly humiliated by the fact a mere human had caught you off guard, again. Resisting the constant pulling you slipped the last of the sandwich in your mouth, and once again grab the chain to pull him towards you. You were not, ever, going to be bested by a human. Arthur tumbles forward, but miraculously kept on his feet.

“Why can’t you just listen and do as you are ordered?” he shouts as you both began to have a small tug-of-war with the chain.

“Because I’m not some petty demon that you can just push around!” you shout back. You had barely budged at all even though Arthur was using all his strength to pull the chain.

“A petty demon? Stop acting like some child and do as you’re commanded!”

Your eyes widen as you once again had another memory flash through your mind. This time you were the spectator, watching the scene unfold from the ceiling of the room. A man who looked a lot like Arthur was scolding a girl roughly the same physical age you were. However, the girl seemed strikingly familiar to you. Both continued to argue with one another, clearly not agreeing. The voices were muffled, but one line you heard clearly was similar to what was shouted at you.

”Stop acting like a child and do as you’re told!”

The memory faded to black as it left your mind. You were then thrust roughly back into the present by Arthur tackling you to the ground. He grabs both your wrists and held you into the air with his other hand on your throat. You struggle and thrash against his hold, successfully breaking the hold he had on your wrists. Having had enough of his abuse, you grab his own throat and drag him to the front door. You threw it open and brought out your wings, horns, and tail. With one mighty wingbeat, you attempt to fly into the evening sky only to suddenly be pulled back to the ground. More chains, slightly stronger than Arthur’s, shackle themselves to your ankles. You glared back down only to meet two pairs of eyes.

The other two warlocks had finally arrived.

You beat your wings again, harder this time, but Arthur had grabbed your neck again and slammed you to the ground. You land on your left wing painfully, and you had to wonder if he managed to actually break it. The rain began to fall from the dark clouds above. It began soaking you through, and the ground beneath you was getting muddy.

“Well, well, well, Arthur. You weren’t kidding when you said it was a strong demon. It took all of our strength just to hold her down,” the strawberry-blonde man chuckles. His almost crimson cloak was flowing behind him while a small hat was magically sticking to his head. His red eyes seemed to glow and his one fang poked out as he smirked at the scene.

“Indeed. How did you even manage to summon this creature,” The platinum blonde asks. His voice was dull and no emotion came with it. He also wore a cloak and a cross pin in his hair. His icy blue eyes seemed to freeze whatever soul you had left.

You glare up at the men, unable to stand since the chains had now wrapped around your torso and legs. This was not looking good, and you were mentally killing yourself for not leaving when you had the chance.

“Took your time getting here, didn’t you? Though I am thankful for your help,” Arthur grunts as he stood up from the ground. His emerald eyes not once glancing back at you.

You just lay there on the still wet ground from the rainfall. You felt like an animal. Never in your lifetime had you been reduced to such, and you were utterly humiliated. Your hopes of not being seen by another demon were also crushed when you notice a winged figure in the tree nearby. You narrow your eyes and instantly recognize the figure as Ordon. The lower ranked devil had a smug, amused grin across his face, clearly enjoying the sight of you being both beaten and treated like dirt. Your eyes flash a deadly red-orange at him, and with that one look you made it clear that the next time you saw him you would truly kill him. No demon looked at you like that. No one.

Before you could channel your anger, you saw him bring out a slip of purple paper and stick it into a hole in the tree. He gave you one last smirk before disappearing from sight.

‘Oh, when I get my hands on him,’ you mentally growl. You didn’t even care about Lucifer’s orders anymore. All you wanted was to rip apart Ordon and be left alone.

A sharp pain explodes in your side as a boot connected with your right ribcage. You glare up at their owner, connecting your deadly stare with their own blue eyes. His eyes held no sympathy for you, and he once again kicks your side.

“Get up,” he orders.

You merely growl at him and refuse to move. You weren’t an animal, nor were you some pet. He seemed frustrated with your behavior and grabs you by your horn. You were then lifted into the air, and you held in a scream of pain. It felt like he was ripping your horn off your head.

You once again lock eyes with him and spoke in a low tone, “I’m not some pet or animal. Now release me.”

“You have no power demon. The chains prevent you from doing anything,” the other one states.

You glare at him now. A split second later you yank your horn back and literally use all your power to tear the chains apart. It took much more effort than last time, but by the time you finish breaking them, both men lay on the ground unconscious. Arthur stares wide eyed at you as you shift your gaze to him. He then brought out his wand and quickly began chanting something. Knowing he was casting some sort of spell, you lunge at him. Before you could reach him, a bright light left his wand and hit you directly in the head. You once again fell onto the damp ground with a thud.

The last thing you hear before you black out was Arthur mutter ‘Stupid girl.”

To be continued~