forum “My Boyfriend is Satan’s Son~!” (Private RP)

Started April 11, 2020 by Deleted user

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Here we are!

”Okay, so all I have to do is draw this transfiguration circle thingy, put candles around it, chant this spell, and I’ll summon a demon? Seems farfetched, but okay.”

When Delilah Ellington receives a book of supernatural and beyond, she doesn’t expect to come across a spell to summon demons. She sure as heck doesn’t expect herself to try something that has no chance of being true.

Little does she know that the spell would be legit, and she’d have a strangely hot guy calling himself a demon sitting in the middle of her room.

”I summoned Satan’s son!”

”I am not Satan’s son—!”

But really, what’s a poor demon gotta do when he suddenly gets summoned to the human realm, by an infuriating little mortal?

Name: Delilah Ellington

Nickname(s): Del, Lila

Gender: Female

Age: 17

Sexuality: Straight

Appearance: She’s got long blue hair that she keeps in a braid over her shoulder, and blue eyes. She’s three moles on her face—on below the left corner of lip, one below her right eye, and one on the tip of her nose. She’s got three ear piercings on each ear, one nose piercing, and a lip piercing on the right side of her bottom lip. She likes wearing dark eyeshadow and lipstick, but she has different styles. She doesn’t have a fixed style of clothing, but she likes crop tops, skirts, long boots, and a hat.

Personality: Delilah is a sarcastic, witty, and a fashionable girl. She can be loud, annoying, and pretty petty. She’s extremely competitive, and has a huge for everything horror. She loves paranormal activities, and is a definite dare-devil. She’s also a rebel, and telling her ‘no’ would make her crave to do something more. Because of her rebellious nature, sometimes she gets detentions, and into fights with both teachers and the students.

Despite that, she’s extremely loyal. She has self-confidence issues, but her loud personality hides that fact. She’s afraid of being alone, and she’s kind of very clingy. She’s extremely affectionate, but her wild personality is seen as ‘bro-ness’ by the guys (she’s always bro-zoned). She’s well-liked by the people in her school.

Flaws: Audacious, arachnophobic.

Background: Delilah’s parents got divorced when she was ten, and she ultimately ended up with her bitter, harsh, and extremely uncompromising mother. She barely had any freedom, which decreased her self-confidence. At twelve, she’d become extremely rebellious, breaking rules just to get back at her mother. Finally, at fifteen, her father realized just how terrible it was for Delilah to live with her mother, so he took her in. Their relationship is amazing.

Other: She’s a junior in high school. Once, she was dared by her friends to sleep in a house said to be haunted. She did. And returned disappointed. She has a white cat named Mr. Snuffles, two fish, and one toy poodle named Lunch.

Name: Zackary Novelle Williams (due to technical reasons, he does have a Human-based name)

Nickname(s): (I will be using) Zack, “Wings” (his Demonic name, or Flichta [flish-tah] in his tongue)

Gender: Male

Age: He’s close to 2,000 in Demon years, but it translates roughly to 23ish in Human years.

Sexuality: Bisexual

Appearance: Zack has long, floppy hair that reaches down to his shoulders, and is forever straight no matter what he does to it. It is neatly parted from the right, and he likes to wear his bangs either over his left eye, or slicked back out of his face depending on his mood. His hair is a light-brown color (ash brown), and is very tickly and soft considering how much he takes care of it. He gives himself his own haircuts so there’s a few patches of unevenness in the back, but otherwise it looks quite even.

His face is sharp with pointy features. His eyes were slitted, his nose hooked, even the tips of his ears are a little pointier than usual. His lips are thin and small on his face. His eyes are a mismatched grey color, his right eye being considerably darker than the left.

His style of clothing consists mostly of “Comfort clothes” when in the context of privacy, with gym shorts and a t-shirt. However in public, he will prefer flannels and jeans. He tries to appear as human as possible to avoid detection.

Personality: Zack has a relatively sharp tongue and hard attitude when first meeting new people. However, he is really quite quiet, and based on previous experiences he has had with other Demons and Human Contacts, and is readily able to bow to commands or demands of him. He is unable to say “no” to anyone, and is unable to accept compliments or gentle gestures of affection, simply throwing it away as “false”.

Otherwise, Zack is really the soft guy. Once he warms up to someone and starts to trust them, he becomes the gentle Demon that not a lot of people associate with Demons. He becomes cuddly and generally yearning for attention and affection, and if he doesn’t receive it, he becomes distant and cold again, but he does so reluctantly. He holds a strong belief of second and third chances.

Flaws: Easily manipulated, particularly bloodthirsty, gets easily attached to people.

Background: As a child, Zack grew up with a pair of Demonic parents in his home. His life was uneventful, yet when he hit his teenage years, he was approached by Contract Demons who wanted him for their business.
Essentially, over a lot of time and working out kinks, they figured out how to send Zack up to the Human world every once in a while for Contracts who needed him. He first visited the Human world at the age of 15 (in Human years), and the experience really didn’t quite end well for the impressionable teenager. He continued the business despite this, thinking Humans still had a second chance. Though, steadily, this thought wore away until it made the scared, easily manipulated husk of a man Zack is. Now he’s searching for someone to save him from this curse, this business, and the only way to save him is through a mate, Human or Demonic.

Others: Likes warm things.

(A bit cringy, but here it is!)

“Listen, I have something to do, but I’ll definitely text you later, okay?” Delilah spoke into the phone, said electronic pressed against her ear with the help of her shoulder. She was a bit distracted as she drew a star around a circle.

“What? Noooo, I’m not going anything stupid,” she huffed out the same second she began to trace the chalk lines with salt. “I, uh, just have something to do. I’m not going to get myself killed or anything.”

Then she paused, cursing as she accidentally added a bit too much salt.

“Daddy, no, listen, ugh—“ Delilah set the bag of salt away and sighed heavily. “I’ll call you later. Love you, have fun, be safe on your business trip, byeeeeeee!”

Quickly, before her dad could say something else, she ended the call, then looked back at the circle. It looked fine, just a little… amusing. Delilah snorted and reached for five candles, lighting them up and then setting them on each corner of the star. Then she grabbed the book she’d been referencing and skimmed through it.

“Okay, so all I have to do is draw this transfiguration circle thingy, put candles around it, chant this spell, and I’ll summon a demon? Seems farfetched, but okay,” she shrugged. “Already done with everything else, so might as well get started with the spell.”

Clearing her throat, Delilah sat cross-legged and began to read through the spell with uncertainty. ”Hear these words, hear my cry… demon from the other side, come to me, I summon thee. Wait, that’s it? What the he—“

The lights went out. The flames from the candles began to brighten, crazy wind blowing even though the windows were shut. Delilah would have screamed—really, this was not funny—when the lights flickered back out.

The flames were out. Her room was a mess. And the transmutation circle? Well, that one was a little… alarming.

Someone was sitting where the circle should have been.

“Oh my God,” Delilah whispered, pressing her hand to her mouth. “I summoned Satan’s son!”

Her daddy was going to kill her.

(It’s great!!)

Zack knew something was going to go wrong today the moment he opened his eyes. The ceiling of his small home in Draa-Mora (“Hell” in his language), and saw the ceiling groaning underneath the weight of rain and the hush and flow of a river next to his home. It sounded as if the tiny cottage close to town was ready to give way underneath the torrential overflow from the sky, ready to flood from the banks of the river and pluck his house up with it.

Zack stood from his bed anyway, and in a matter of a few minutes, he was ready for the day. His plans consisted of dropping into town, and maybe making some food to enjoy, but thanks to the rain, the town had shut down and he was unable to get the ingredients he needed for the meals he wanted to make. AND he was stuck inside without company.

That wasn’t something he had to worry about a few hours later, though. He heard a loud ringing through his home from a Human beckoning him. The warning was supposed to make him get ready for the Contract, but not two seconds later, he was teleported up to the Contract.

Once the wind died down from the sudden teleportation, and Zack was able to lift his head to see who had summoned him, he was graced with the unpleasant shock of a girl, who was barely of age (if at all), looking back at him.

Zack ran his fingers through his hair, flicking it back out of his grey eyes, which looked black in the lack of light in the room.

“I am not Satan’s son,” growled the Demon in a low, gritty, annoyed tone.

Delilah opened her mouth, closed it, then opened it again, but nothing came out. This had to be a dream. There was no way this stupid spell worked. Delilah had done everything to bust out spirits and ghosts and everything supernatural. She slept inside a house where children supposedly went missing. She went into the Forbidden Music Room in her school where, at night, it was rumored it would be playing. Haunted houses, horror movies, everything seemed such a bore to her.

But there was a—a demon in front of her. It was Satan’s son. Did she accidentally on purpose summoned Satan’s son?

“I am not Satan’s son,” the demon growled, running a hand through his hair hair. It made Delilah pinch her arm. It hurt, so…

“It’s not a dream,” she said dully. “It worked. The damn thing actually worked!”

Almost as if something hit her, she instantly lifted the thick book and flipped through the pages.

“Shit, in movies and crap, when you summon a Satan’s children, you give away bits of your soul,” she said as she flipped through the pages at lightening speed. “I am not trading my soul for this!” then she paused, as if it contemplating her words. “Wait, no, I think that’s exactly what I would do, and after I do it, I’d—“ then she groaned, dropping the book and covering her face. “Daddy’s gonna kill me.”

“Please don’t call us that,” Zack sounded relatively annoyed, rolling his eyes so hard they could’ve popped out of his skull. Zack yawned a big, wide yawn, showing gleaming white sharp teeth, that seemed to be the brightest thing in the room, glinting off of the weak light from the streetlights outside. He sighed slowly at the whole myth that Humans made up, shaking his head.

“You don’t have to give me anything. Well, my requirements is that you make me some food and give me somewhere to sleep. It varies Demon to Demon. Some malicious Demons like to eat the souls. I kinda just want food and somewhere to stay.” Zack stood, stretching his legs. Zack sounded bored out of his mind already, as he stood up at his full 5’11 height, stretching his thin arms up above his head. It sounded as if his words had a dull, learned by heart way to it, for he had explained it upon a multitude of situations to many other Humans.

“Soo… what do you want?” He stopped stretching and stuck his hands into his pockets, looking around the trashed room. Hopefully it wasn’t cleaning this whole mess; Zack wasn’t exactly a very “I can clean!” type of Demon.

Delilah lifted her face off her hands just in time to see the demon yawn, showing off his sharp, white teeth. The rest of his words actually just slid through her, in from one side, out from the other.

“You have very nice teeth,” she blurted out before sighing, looking at the mess that was her room, and feeling the utmost urge to clean. “Listen, um, I don’t have a very tasty soul, but I might be able to provide names of people I really don’t like, and you can go eat them.”

She stood up, dusted the salt away from herself, then looked back at the demon. Her tongue flicked out to wet her lips, then grimaced when she tasted salt. This would take a heck lot of time to clean. She just hoped her hair wasn’t a victim of the saltiness.

“Okay, right, I really didn’t think this would work,” Delilah breathed in heavily, still a bit overwhelmed. There was a demon in her room. He was demanding food and a place to sleep—“Wait, what do you mean your basic requirements are food and a place to sleep? I didn’t mean to summon you. I didn’t think this would work. How long are you staying here? Am I in trouble? Are you here for my daddy’s soul? I promise you, he had no hand in this. I got this book as a gift from this guy in the library, and I found the spell, and I got curious because c’mon, demon? Witches? Angels? Wizards?”

Delilah continued to ramble before her eyes widened. “Wait, are you an incubus? Is that what you meant? Did I just summon a sex demon?”

Zack just sat there, letting her ramble on about her own soul. He had literally just said that he was not interested in it. Her whole idea of Demons was so skewed that it sort of annoyed him. He suddenly felt the strong want to go back home and sit out the storm rather than explain his entire existence to her.

Yet, that wasn’t exactly an option. He was forced here by legal requirements back home, and somewhere along his path, he was set for this place, in this house, with this Contract, with this particularly annoying Human who thought she knew everything to Contract Demons.

“I just told you what I’m here for. Food and a good place to stay in return for whatever you want. I’m not here for anyone’s soul. I’m not a Demon who eats souls.” Each passing word in the previous two sentences sounded more annoyed than the last as he had to repeat himself. He crossed his arms as he was compared to, again, something that doesn’t exist.

“I’m not an incubus. I’m a Contract Demon. I can be Contracted into Companionship, Cleaning, or, I suppose, sex. I can be used for anything you want.”

Finally, the words registered in Delilah’s brain and she stopped her rambling. Her panic melted into delight, even though the demon sounded incredibly annoyed. She found herself being unable to blame him. Everything demon-related was, after all, human myths. They didn’t necessarily have to be true.

At his next words, a frown covered her features. That was actually pretty sad. In short, he was a demon slave?

“I don’t—I don’t want to use you,” she said, as if the mere idea repulsed her. And it did. Demon or not, human or not, she never wanted to force anyone into doing something they didn’t want to do. It was degrading. It was humiliating. She hated taking away free will. “I’m not going to use you for anything. Especially sex. That is terrible. Not that I’m doubting your abilities, though. I’m sure you’re wonderful in bed. Or not necessarily in bed, you know what I mean?”

Zack let her speak, and he gave her a look of deep disgust when she made the comment about him in bed. No matter who one might be, that could disgust any and all people, even if she didn’t try. At this point, this whole summoning felt like a big joke that could easily be a dream, but the state of things, how descriptive everything was, how Human-like this girl was acting, it had to be real. It was Zack’s turn to evaluate whether or not this was a dream, and he really did not like it.

“It’s not using me. It’s my job,” Zack huffed softly. “It’s a strong phrase for it, too, so… It usually depends on who you are, but sometimes I take great pride in what I do.” If it’s something not for sex. Though, he wasn’t about to tell her the latter part of his thoughts.

Delilah frowned. She didn’t understand what could be so great about being ‘used’ by someone, or something, but this demon was clearly proud of who he was.

“Okay, sorry, I didn’t mean to be insensitive. I’m still a bit surprised,” she finally said, running a hand through her now messy hair. “All I know about demons is through a bunch of shitty movies, so it’s not exactly correct. The requirements are, I give you food and water, and in return, you do things for me?”

Delilah had a secret. She was called Radio jokingly at school, and for very good reasons. She never stopped talking once she opened her mouth. This demon might as well kill her just to shut her up.

Then she blinked. She didn’t even know his name

“Oh, uh, I’m Delilah,” she said as an afterthought. “I’d say it’s nice to meet you, but it’s not really a nice meeting, is it?”

Zack wasn’t exactly all puffed in the chest with pride in his eyes, but if she asked, he would agree with the fact that he was proud. He tossed his hair out of his eyes, so she could see all of the displeasure of her questioning him.

“Not water, but a place to sleep, thank you. And yeah, basically. If you ask for Protection or Companionship I’ll even stick around for a while with you.” Zack was more willing to explain his rules and what he could offer for her.

“I suppose it isn’t,” The Demon sniffed. “You can call me Zackary. Since we’ll most likely be living together, or at least for one night, I can thank you for the pleasure of knowing your name.”

Delilah chewed on her bottom lip thoughtfully, then sneezed into her elbow. She sniffled, shook her head, and looked back at Zackary.

“Well, my daddy is out on a business trip and I get really bored alone, so… maybe companionship?” she said with a bit of uncertainty. “We have a spare bedroom, and I can also offer you his clothes if you need them. I think they’ll be the right size. He’s not exactly very tall.”

She pushed herself to her feet, looked around her room, and grimaced.

“In the meantime… can you help me clean? I kind of made a huge mess summoning you. Dunno where all the wind came from since my windows are shut, but paranormal activities and all…”

Zack remained silent as she sneezed, then started to ramble to herself idly. Zack stood stock still, looking down as she talked about the mess she made summoning him, and all of the salt everywhere.

“You used too much salt,” Zack commented softly, pushing over the bag of salt and watching more grains float over the ground and into the carpet. It would certainly be a pain in the ass to get it all out.

“So… okay.” He nodded and glanced up at her, cocking his eyebrows slightly. “Do you have any cleaning supplies? A vacuum would probably be best for the salt.”

Delilah flushed, clearing her throat at the mess technically she’d created.

“I kind of brought the whole bag of salt,” she defended herself. “But yes. But it’s okay, if we work together, we can get this done in no time. I like cleaning, so we have that on our side.”

She stretched, lifting her arms in the air and stood on her toes as she did so, squeezing her eyes shut. Then she relaxed, exhaling.

“I’ll bring in the stuff,” she said with a nod. “Just sit—er, stand tight.” With another nod, the seventeen-year-old walked out of the room, both scolding and praising herself. Summon a demon! It’ll be fun!

At least the demon was attractive. And had long hair. And was pretty respectful.

Zack blanched, huffing quietly as he watched her leave the room. He mumbled something to himself, tapping the bag next to him again, so it rolled more speckles of salt onto the floor.

As mentioned before, he hated cleaning. He found himself to be relatively good at it, but when it came down to it, and he committed to it, he had to make sure everything was clean. It was a weird perk to his strange hatred for it, and a lot of Humans quite liked his heavy investment in it, but it always left him reeking of bleach.

Zack bent down and grabbed the bag of salt, shaking the substance all down to the bottom and zipping the bag shut firmly. They could get a start on this salt situation, and she could deal with her own room and possessions.

Delilah dragged a vacuum with one hand, while in the other, she held a hand vacuum. She kicked the door open, then stopped in the doorway.

“We should start dealing with the salt on the tables and such,” she said as she set aside the hand vacuum to the side and walked to her bed. She began to pull the bedsheet off, careful not to spill any on the mattress. Then she dusted it on the floor, and did the same with the pillow covers. Rumpling them both up, she put them in her laundry bucket.

“There we go,” she said, a bit too optimistically. “One thing down, a few more to go. We can do this!”

Zack gave her an annoyed look for her unwarranted optimism, feeling particularly gloomy thanks to this whole predicament. Zack plucked up the vacuum and started on the salt on the floor, after picking up the candles carefully and setting them onto a table and snuffing them out. Wax was really hard to get out of carpet, but easy to scrape off of hard surfaces.

He started to vacuum up all of the irritating, hard grains of salt, which had been previously digging into the bare, soft skin of his hands. Why Humans felt the need to make all of these special things, even though the only thing they had to do was say the incantation, was way beyond him.

While Zackary vacuumed the carpet, Delilah used the hand vacuum to vacuum the shelves, tables, and basically everywhere she thought the grains would be. She put on a new bedsheet, dusted the blanket, folded it and put it neatly on the end of the bed, and then set her things according to where they were supposed to be. To her utmost delight, her posters her in perfect condition. She would have been devastated if the wind had torn any of them up.

Finally, they were done.

"Finally," she stretched again, wiggling her toes. "I thought that would never end. I probably would have spent hours by myself if not for your help."

Then she beamed at him, her features soft despite the rough-and-tough appearance she had. She would probably need to wash her hair, too. Maybe it was her mind thinking this, but Delilah swore her hair felt a little crusty.

"Hey, are you hungry?" she asked, dusting her clothes and putting the hand vacuum neatly on her desk in case she needed it again. "I can't cook very well, so I'll just get takeout. Do you want Chinese or Italian?"