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Demon!Reader x England – Chapter 5

WARNING: This is a darker chapter. There is mention of blood and violence with minor language. Warning has been issued.

Chapter 5: Sweet Revenge

Rain drops pelted your wings as you glide through the skies of London. The bright lights below illuminated them to look like thousands of tiny shooting stars. It was a beautiful sight, even if you were a demon. Beauty was not lost to you in any shape it came in. Small circles littered the walkways in various colors. Why people even thought to walk around this late at night when it was pouring was beyond you.

You glide through city trying to pinpoint the presence of the demon you were looking for. However, with so many people in one place, Ordon could have easily hid himself within the crowds. It’s how people never found demons in the first place. They walk side by side, hiding in plain sight through various illusions and charms. A wolf among sheep.

There was only one sure way to find him.

You direct your course away from the center of the city, banking to the left towards your new destination. By now the effects of the nightshade had worn off, but you still felt the anger in your gut. It fueled your new desire, and you wouldn’t go back to your real task until your quell your rage.

Tall towers came into view as you came upon your destination. A cathedral. The eyes and ears of everything in the world. It’s old stone walls still standing tall and the stain glass windows glowing in the city light. Only a few people entered and exited the building this late at night, but it was a sanctuary to all.

The purpose for coming here wasn’t within the walls of this holy place, but the towers and ledges that decorated the building. The gothic style gargoyles lined the ledges. To a normal person, the gargoyles represented many things: protectors, water gutters, and even evil beings. All were correct depending on how they were viewed and by whom.

You were looking for an evil one.

This particular gargoyle had helped you in the past, but was known to have quite the temper. He represented rage, and did a good job of letting it show. You fly to the very top of the tower to find him, only to be shot at by a burst of flames. Spinning out of the way just in time, you go to hover a few yards away from the gargoyle.

“Is that anyway to say hello to an old friend?” you ask him with a sarcastic smirk.

His eyes glowed red with anger and he spoke with a deep, guttural voice, “I don’t ever recall us being friends. Now beat it before I burn those precious wings off your back!”

You say nothing but keep the same smirk on your face. You eye the old gargoyle, amazed he was still in such perfect shape. He only had half of a body, but the main body looked like a combination of a dragon and an imp. He could move his upper torso, but was firmly attached to the stone of the tower.

“Look all I need is a favor and I’ll be on my way, Sorel” you attempt to reason with him.

Of course he wouldn’t listen to you though. The only response you got was another blast of flames in your face. You had seen it coming though, and ducked out of the way. He does this a few times before getting even more frustrated.

“Oh really? Well, why don’t you be on your way and stop coming back!”

“Because this time I have a little anger to take out on a specific demon, but I need your help to find him,” you say matter-of-factly.

“Hmmm, well if that’s how it is, who’s your target this time?”

You knew he couldn’t pass up taking out someone else due to anger. He always said it was the best feeling. You partially agreed to it. Though sometimes violence was not the answer. However, this time your reputation and rank were on the line.

“It’s Ordon.”

“That pathetic excuse for a demon?” he asks as you nod. He bursts out laughing. “That guy lasted longer than most of the other ones, but what did he do to piss you off enough to kill him?”

“He saw something he shouldn’t have and he’s most likely spreading that rumor around. Can’t have that.”

He continues to laugh, “Hahaha, well let me see if we can find where he’s hiding out, hm?”

His eyes turned white as he concentrated on finding Ordon. You also took notice that all the other gargoyle’s eyes nearby started to glow faintly white, too. It was the perfect surveillance. Every gargoyle could access another gargoyle’s sight, or any statue that possessed eyes. Gargoyles were all connected, yet each was its own identity.

You saw an evil grin flash across Sorel’s face. His sharp pointed fangs were showing and the curl of his lip was menacing.

“Well, well, well…” he hummed. “Looks like your ‘friend’ decided to take a detour.”

“Detour?” you ask curiously.

He holds out his stone, clawed hand for you to take, which you do without hesitation. As soon as your skin touched stone you could see what he saw in front of you. Ordon was walking through the streets of London towards a pub. Surrounding him were at least 4 Succubi. All yellow eyes by the look of them. Nothing you couldn’t handle. You could hear Ordon boasting about his find to them as they laugh with him. Oh, this was going to be a bloodbath.

Letting go of Sorel’s hand you hover back a few feet. Your clench both hands into fists at your side. Ordon was going to pay for boasting, and those Succubi were going to be silenced. No one would hear of your humiliation. No one.

“Looks like you know where to go.”

“Yes, thank you, Sorel.”

He just shrugged his shoulders as you took off into the night. The pub Ordon was headed to wasn’t too far away, but with it being so popular might cause a few problems. With so many people around you were more than likely to cause a panic. Honestly, not that you cared. Not your problem once the deed was done.

You swoop into the alley that was near the pub and quickly change your looks. Your wings, horns, and tail disappear, making you look exactly like a human. The clothing you were wearing wasn’t really fancy, and your hair and clothing was kind of soaked but you didn’t care much. You casually walk out of the alley and turn right towards the crowded bar.

Everyone there who was outside was under umbrellas. The street was filled with laughter and the music in the pub could be heard from outside though a bit muffled. You walk past everyone, ignoring the strange glances and disgusting looks from some of the men. You walk right into the pub without a word. The noise level was high, and the smell of beer and other drinks filled the air. Your eyes scan the room as you slowly make your way across the floor towards the counter. No Ordon in sight.

Once you reached the counter you did your best to get the attention of the barman in charge. It was overly busy, so it took a few minutes to get his attention.

“What can I do for you?” was all he said.

“I’m looking for a friend who came in earlier. Maybe you know him,” you start and begin to describe Ordon and the women he came with.

“Oh, him? Yeah, he and his entourage went to the rooms upstairs. Paid a good amount for that room, too.”

You placed a few pounds on the counter as thanks and took off towards the stairs. The guard standing at the bottom looked at you then to the barman who nodded to him. He moves out of the way and takes his place again when you have gone by. You took notice that a few eyes following you, but you were quick to avoid them. You walk down the long hallway, straining your ears to listen for that idiot’s voice. Laughter filled one of the rooms at the very end of the hallway, and one of them belonged to a ill-fated demon.

Smirked devilishly you slink to the door, making no noise as you did so. Your demonic aura was concealed as you carefully crack open the door to the room. It was filled with pungent smells of over used perfume and incense. You had to scrunch up your nose at the smells.

“You should have seen her! All chained up and muddy on the ground!” Ordon’s voice booms through the room.

“What a disgrace,” a succubus purrs.

“Yeah, I always knew Lucifer pampered her. No wonder she couldn’t take out 3 measly humans,” another did the same.

The sight was disgusting. Ordon was shirtless on the bed with only his pants on while the four succubi were attached to every part of him. Two hugged his shoulder, one held his waist while the last one laid in his lap. They were all in their demon forms. Each of the Succubi were different in color, but were primarily cool colors.

‘Gross,’ you thought.

Slipping in unnoticed you blended into the shadows of the room. A dark haze of purple within the dark blue-black shadows. The candles in the room only provided so much light. In your shadowy form, you used your claws to snuff out the candles one by one, starting from the furthest side away from them. Stretching your arms around both sides of the room, you snuff out one candle on the left, then one on the right.

This immediately caught their attention as they watched the candles go out. Your dark shadow claws could be seen for a moment before the darkness consumed them again. Like a hunter slowly cornering their prey.

“Ordon, is this some kind of trick?”

“Because if it is this isn’t funny.”

The Succubi were frightened. Ordon was too, though he didn’t seem to know what to do. He had a vile feeling in his gut that told him to run, but his pride kept him there.

One candle to go.

You put out the last candle and quickly vanish from the back of the room. Ordon growls menacingly and uses his powers to relight the candles. Except this time instead of the dangerous orange flame they were all purple. Inviting to the supernatural, yet feared by most humans. The flames were the color of your personal demon aura. Ordon’s aura was blue, and had it been his powers that influenced the candles that was the color they should have turned.

His face paled while the Succubi clung to him in fear. He scanned the room frantically, but felt no presence and saw no trace of you. Behind him his shadow grew. Like shadowy black flames slinking up the walls, his shadow began to take the form of a menacing shadow creature.

You had concealed yourself in his shadow.

The shadow’s arms pulled away from the walls, looming over the 5 cowering demons. It’s black look turned purple as it peeled away from the wall. The form’s shadowy teeth turned solid and as sharp as newly sharpened daggers.

Seeming to finally sense something behind them, the demons whip around, only to produce the most priceless looks of fear you could have asked for. Your shadow’s red-orange eyes were nothing less than merciless and deadly. Even Ordon’s face was filled with fear before it turned into rage. Not giving them a second to recover, you use the shadow to slaughter the demons.

Sharp teeth tore through flesh, sharp claws ripped apart skin and bone, and red-orange eyes were the last thing each demon saw before their small, pitiful lives were snuffed out like the candles.

Life was always such a fragile thing.

So easily cut short.

You let no screams of pain or fear echo through the room. The owners would find this mess later on, and it would probably make the news. The once nice room was now covered in blood and other things. The 4 unfortunate succubi were now long dead, but you had kept Ordon alive. He was dangling on the thin line of life and death, but you wanted to savor his death the most.

You held his bloodied body up against the wall by his neck. His wings were torn off and most of his body with in shambles. His orange eyes glared down at you even though the pain he was experiencing should have knocked him out. You let the shadows dissipate from you, showing him who you really were. Your mouth was curved upward into a large devilish grin.

“Y…You…bitch!” he cursed at you.

“Says the snitch,” you counter in a seductive purr. “Now, a question before I end this: ”

Do you fear death?

His eyes go wide, but before he could do anything else you crush his throat. He falls to the floor in a disgraceful heap. Oh revenge felt good sometimes. However, somewhere deep in your tortured soul you felt pity towards him. It felt strange, but you push it aside. Demons didn’t really deserve pity. At least 9/10 of them brought this fate on themselves.

In the distance you swore you could hear the echo of demonic laughter. You then notice a statue in the corner of the room, it’s eyes glowing white. Sorel must have been watching. Only he could enjoy something like this. You give the statue a small smile before you return your attention to the mess you had made.

BANG BANG BANG

Pounding came from the door behind you.

“Dude, keep it down in there!” a muffled male voice came from the door.

The racket you made must have been louder than you thought. Whoops. Looking to you right, you take note of an open window. The red stained curtains billowed into the room from the night breeze.

‘Who would put a window in such a room?’ you wonder.

More banging could be heard from the door as you heard more people yelling and demanding answers. Time to make yourself scarce. Running to the window, you waste no time jumping out and opening up your wings. The alley you jumped into was narrow and you had to turn sideways just to fit your large wings. Beating them a few times you land atop the roof of the pub. Seconds later you could hear to door being bust open.

SCREAM

Screams filled the previously quite London night. Like the shattering of glass the peace had been broken. The pub erupted into chaos as people shouted, yelled, and cried. Sirens could be heard as they began to flock around the streets.

“Well, I’m done here,” you tell yourself as you soar back into the skies.

Now you could focus on your real task.

In no real hurry you began to fly back towards Arthur’s home. Not much time had really pasted since you left, maybe a few hours or more, so you assumed they would still be passed out in his secret room. Though, you’d rather not be there when they woke up. You’d be back to square one all over again.

As his house came into view, you took note of 3 figures standing outside. You recognized each of them. One of them, who you assumed was Arthur, was pulling at his hair and kicking the snow beneath his feet. Lukas was being supported by Vlad. He had taken the brunt of the damage. Vlad, you couldn’t really tell from how high you were, looked to be okay. He was holding something to his head.

Not wanting to get caught you land on a building that was a bit of distance away. You watch in boredom as the three countries, which you now knew they were, conversed. You laughed a little when Vlad teased Arthur. Just as they started to disperse with Vlad and Lukas leaving, a presence appeared behind you.

Before you could even turn around arms pulled you backwards into a black portal. You fell on your behind on a nice rug carpet. Not getting any chance to get your bearings a clawed hand grabs your throat and slams you into the floor. You couldn’t breathe. Clawing at the hand pinning you down, you look up to meet very angry red eyes.

Lucifer.

And oh was he mad.

He snarled at you and threw you against the far wall. Your head hit the stone wall so hard that the impact almost knocked you out. You fell to the floor in a heap as you coughed, trying to regain the air you had been denied. Squinting one eye open, you watch as Lucifer rubbed his temple with his right hand. He was fuming.

“I gave you… one job, (Name),” he starts. “One job, and you go and screw it up!”

He yelled the part, and flames burst from his figure. You cowered in fear against the wall. You had never seen him this angry before. Sure he got mad at you every now and then, but this was a new level of angry.

He closes his eyes and takes a long, deep breath. The flames slowly begin to dissolve from his towering form. It was like looking at the rage of hell itself. Quick to temper, and slow to calm down.

“Why can’t you just follow my instructions without making things difficult?”

“Tell that to your now dead errand boy,” you bite back.

“What did you just say to me?”

You knew that was a threat that should not be ignored, but you weren’t going to be blamed for Ordon’s mistake.

“Ordon didn’t show up till after 3 full days. Had I known earlier that the man who summoned me was my target I would have dealt with the situation far differently.”

He seemed to glare at you, pondering what he should do with you. On one hand you were right, but the damage you had done was done.

“Where is Ordon now?”

“Dead,” you simply state.

He shakes his head in frustration. You were always a stubborn one, erasing so many of the servants he had appointed to you. At first it was fine as they tried to stab you in the back, but now after so many it was getting annoying.

Shakily getting back up on your feet, you held the back of your head in pain. You were going to have a headache for a few days. However, you didn’t let your guard down because in Lucifer’s state right now he was volatile. It was best not to aggravate the flames.

“So, what are you going to do now then, hm?” he asks in a low tone. “The man doesn’t trust you, and now probably won’t ever do so after your little show.”

“It will just take more time. Seeing as though he can’t really die, we have plenty of it,” you answer back.

“True,” he mutters.

He walks over to the fireplace. Why he had one was still a mystery to you. The nether rock kept the flames lit and burning hot, and it would never go out. Even in Hell there were some things that proved fascinating and beautiful.

“I will forgive you this one time for your mistake,” he starts. You were about to retort when he cut you off by lifting his left hand. “Slip up once more, whether it be small or accidental, you will be punished.”

With that he flicked his wrist and a portal sprung up behind you. It pulled you in with windy inhale. You didn’t fight it and let it take you back to where Lucifer had pulled you from.

Lucifer never turned around once. His eyes stared into the fire as if to outlast it, unblinking. Minutes later his eyes looked up to a lone vial that sat up on the mantle. Contained within was a white glowing substance. Not a soul, nor was it an essence. His hand reached out to grasp the vial in his fingers. The light from within dulled and flickered as if his touch was painful.

Lucifer smiled evilly, “Don’t think I have forgotten our little quarrel. Are you ready to experience loss again, Arthur?”

The vial grew dim and a sense of dread fell over the room.

This was only the calm before the storm.

To be continued~