forum Shoulder Demon (O/O)

Started September 21, 2019 by @Vuclan-is-tired

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Grayson rolled over and blinked awake before rubbing at his eyes and sitting up on his elbows. He didn't have classes or work that day and he considered just going back to sleep until he was hungry or finally caught up on all the hours he had missed.
(sorry that was short I have to sleep lol)

(It's okay!)

The house was empty, a note on Grayson's beside table. I'll be right back, love! We were out of milk. I love you~ -Seth It was beautiful outside, the sun shining brightly, birds chirping happily. It was peaceful. But suddenly, it was if the world went cold. The sky darkened, the birds went silent. "Hello, Grayson." The voice was soothing, dark and cruel. It could send shivers down anyone's spine. A man stood in the corner of the room, his eyes glinting in the shadows. "I have been so eager to meet my brothers… preference. I can see what he means. You're quite a beauty." He purrs.

Grayson smiled as he read the note but frowned as the sky went dark. His head whipped around at the voice and he scrambled away against the back of the bed. He stared in shock at the man, his mouth going dry. “What do you want?” He managed to get out. His heart was beating so loudly he thought it was going to burst from his chest.

The figure smirked and stepped out of the shadows. He looked nothing like Seth, red eyes, red hair, his skin cracked and glowing faintly with a crimson aura. "I came to say hello. But I see that my backstabbing brother isn't here. Oh well. I suppose you'll do." he chuckles slowly, gazing at Grayson for a moment. He reaches out and touches Grayson's forehead. "Sleep." a surge of dreariness washed over Grayson.

"Leave him alone.." Grayson pushed weakly at the man after he touched his forehead. "He..he didn't do anything wrong.." He said, voice barely above a whisper.

The man chuckled softly, "Oh darling. You know nothing." He coos. "Now, sleep." The impulses were stronger, lulling him to sleep. His voice was soothing, slow, almost like molasses.

"No…" Grayson tried one more halfhearted push before he was overcome by exhaustion and fell over onto his side on the bed, fast asleep.

The man watched Grayson fall asleep with an amused expression. He picks the small male up with ease, humming to himself. They disappeared.

When Grayson came to, the world was different. It was cold, icy flames licking at the cage Grayson was in. Seven people were talking, each sitting in a throne. One throne was empty,broken. Grayson sat before these thrones, seeing each person or in this case, demon.

Grayson blinked slowly and looked around, fear coursing through him. He sat up and backed into the corner of the cage, glancing nervously at the seven demons sitting before him. His gaze moved to the broken throne and he shivered. Seth..

Six brothers and their father. Only one was missing. Seth. One of the brothers stood, his eyes glinting a soft pink. His tongue flicked over his bottom lip. "Look at him. No wonder Seth wanted to keep him. Such a cute little pet." He giggles, leaning down to stare at Grayson. "Tiras, behave yourself."
One of the other brothers snickered. "Keep it in your pants, Tiras." he hissed, chewing on a bone thoughtfully.
"Shut up, Fatso." Tiras sneered back in reply.
"Boys, just- We're here for Seth." The man who had snatched Grayson sat there, his eyes watching Grayson with curiosity.
"I think that's enough from all of you." The oldest of them stood, gazing at Grayson eyes the color of molten lava. "So. You're the human that tamed my son… You're much smaller than I imagined." He growls. "I suppose I should introduce my sons. Tiras, demon of Lust. Shuni, Demon of sleep, or sloth as you humans wish to say. Ashmit, demon of pride. Alfred, demon of gluttony." A soft whine from Alfred, and the demon rolled their eyes, "Jasper, demon of greed, and Nassir, Demon of Envy. You've already met my eldest son, Seth. The demon of Wrath."

Grayson watched them bicker in silence, his eyes flicking back and forth between them. His expression settled into something halfway between a wince and a glare when Tiras leaned towards him. He stayed in the corner of the cage with his knees up against his chest and his trembling hands on the ground behind him. At least they aren't hurting Seth.. He thought as they were all introduced. He's safe for now…

Jasper spoke up, "Speaking of the traitor, shouldn't we summon him now?"He growls, his eyes glancing over at Grayson. "Awe, I want to play with him. He has such a pretty face." Tiras giggles, watching Grayson with intense purple eyes. "I mean, look at how small he is. We could easily break him with a snap of our fingers.
"If you do that, I'll kill you myself, Tiras." Another voice rose from the frozen air. Seth stood there, his eyes blazing a dark red. Seth stood there, his body shaking with rage. "The fact that any of you thought to touch Grayson warrants death." He hissed.
"Careful, Seth. Your wrath is showing." Nassir smirked at his brother, watching him. "Poor older brother. Got no wings and we have your precious little meat sack."

Grayson took a deep breath, glaring up at Tiras. He kept his mouth shut, having no idea what to say or do besides watch them taunt him. He whipped his head to the side at the sound of Seth's voice, hope and fear equally filling his mind. "Seth.." He murmured in surprise, moving to stand up. Please don't let him get hurt…not again..
His glare shifted to Nassir as he spoke, anger now replacing the other emotions coursing through him.

Seth growled in anger as he watched his brothers. "You put your slimy fingers on my boyfriend. You threaten to hurt him. I swear to Hades I will snap your neck." His eyes filled with fury. For once, the six brothers looked truly terrified. "Grayson. I want you to look away." He orders coldly.

"Seth..they didn't do anything to me. I'm okay." Grayson said quietly, moving as close to him as possible without pressing against the side of the cage. I don't want him to get hurt..

"Look away." He orders, his eyes moving to Grayson. His eyes soften for a moment before they harden again and he turns to face his brothers. "I don't want you to see me in my demon form." He mutters softly. His brothers laugh, "Aww, he cares for the little meat sack. And here we thought he was a toy." Ashmit purred. For once, Seth looked truly angry, his body shaking. "You let him go now. Or I swear to Hades I'll murder every single one of you."

"No." Grayson responded simply, keeping his gaze on Seth. "I want to watch you hurt them." He added quietly, attempting to steady his voice. Images of Seth beside him covered in blood and bruises flashed through his mind and his hands clenched at his sides. He's stronger than all of them. He'll be okay..

Seth heard those words and he snapped. He didn't look human anymore. Far from it actually. His skin turned pitch black, horns sprouting from his head to curl around together to make it look like a crown, meeting up in the middle and moving up. His eyes turned a bright red. His tail became poised and sharp, writhing back and forth like an angry snake. He didn't look human anymore. The six brothers did not hesitate to lunge, but Seth was angry. He was the Demon of Wrath. Nothing could stop him when he was angry.

Grayson watched him transform, reminding himself that it was still Seth and that he wouldn’t hurt him. He flinched slightly when they began to fight and retreated to the far corner of the cage, hoping to god that Seth could handle all of them at once.