forum Shoulder Demon (O/O)

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

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Seth smiled a little at that. "Don't worry. Most people don't want to interact with the son of satan." He hums in reply, looking down. "I think you're just fine." He hums before smiling at the other.

“You seem pretty good yourself.” Grayson murmured, frowning at his hand. He turned back towards Seth. “There’s paint in my hair, isn’t there?”

He looks up and giggles softly. "A little bit, yeah." He smiled. "It looks like you put highlights in your hair." He smiles at the other before grabbing a clean towel.

“Oh, amazing.” Grayson sighed, smiling a little. He shook his head at the towel. “It happens a lot I’ll just wash it out when we get home.”
He turned back to the painting and sighed, leaning back onto the floor and closing his eyes. “Tell me more about Hell. How did you even get here?”

He nods and puts the table back before sitting back on the desk. He settles onto the desk and runs a hand through his hair. "Oh- Uhm I guess it's okay…" He mutters softly. "Not the best of places but its okay…"

Grayson sat up cross legged on the stool. "I'm guessing this is your first time on Earth?" He asked, taking his paints and mixing some colors around with his finger and onto his hand.

Seth looks up. "That obvious, huh?" He asks curiously as he looks at the paintings. "What are you doing?" he ask curiously. "It looks fun."

"You just seem to excited by everything." He said quietly. "I don't know. I'm just procrastinating." He sighed, looking behind him at the painting.

He chuckles softly. "Yes, I suppose I am." He hummed before looking at the painting. "It's really good." He says softly.

"Thank you." Grayson blushed lightly, turning away from Seth in slight embarrassment.

(do you want to skip to something? Idk really what they should do at this point, sorry)

(Sure thing love!)

Seth sighed as they exited the building. "So that was college? How strange." he was now normal size, his hood up, his tail tucked into his pants. He smiles at the other before looking around. The campus was huge, he'd give it that much credit.

“Yeah, it’s like high school but people actually care.” Grayson muttered, walking with his hands in his pockets.
A couple guys walked past them, laughing and being obnoxiously loud. Grayson sneered and rolled his eyes at them. “Well, maybe not some people.”
One of the guys stopped and started walking next to Grayson, nudging him a little to hard. “Hey Grayson. Finally tricked someone into talking to your sorry ass?” He snickered, waving his friends away. “Is your idiot brother gonna appear out nowhere and drag you off to therapy or some shit. Oh but I forgot!” He laughed, “No one cares that your Dad fucked y-“
“Fuck off Ben.” Grayson muttered, trying to shove past him.

Seth smiled at the other and looked around. "Breathtaking." He whispers. The moment people walked towards them, his eyes narrowed at the other. He noticed Graysons annoyance and he hissed lowly. He turned sharply on his heel and got right in Ben's face. "Mind fucking off, mate. No one's interested in hearing what you have to say since most of it sounds like shit anyways." He growls.

Grayson stared up at Seth with a mixture of shock and confusion. He took his arm and tried to pull him away. “Don’t bother Seth..”
Ben scowled at Seth, not expecting this sudden outburst. “I’d listen to this loser if I were you.” He growled, taking a step closer to the demon.

Seth gently removed his arms from Graysons grasp and sighed. "I suppose you're right." He looks disappointed. He turns to walk away before pulling a 180 and landing his fist in the center of Ben's face, hearing a satisfactory crunch. "Man that felt good. I haven't punched anyone in ages." He purrs, his eyes glinting as he cracked his knuckles.

Grayson gasped quietly, taking a step away from the two of them and flinching as Ben rounded on Seth, more furious than before. “Don’t touch me you fucking creep!” Ben shouted, taking a swing at Seth while blood poured out of his nose.
Grayson shook his head slightly, staring at the two of them in shock and fear. “Please stop..” He whimpered, hands shaking by his sides.
Ben heard him and turned, glaring at him. “You really want me to stop?” He grinned, walking towards Grayson and shoving him back. “Why don’t I just pick on you instead, huh?” He balled up the collar of Grayson’s shirt in his hand and forced his chin up with the other. Ben knew he didn’t have to try hard to get the small boy to give up on fighting him. It was too easy sometimes.

Seth was eager for a fight, god he had been aching for one. "Boo hoo. Gonna go cry to momma?" He growls a very apparent smirk on his lips. But the moment Ben changed targets he got pissed. He got oh so very pissed. He grabbed Ben's wrist so hard he heard a snap. "Touch him again, I fucking dare you." he hisses, making sure that Grayson had been let go before grabbing him, stepping away from him, while pulling Ben towards him, rolling him off his hip and slamming him to the ground. "Weak. Just as mortals are." He hisses, showing off his fangs. "I'd eat you if I could, but I wouldn't want to make a scene. Oops… already have. Show your fucking face again, and I swear to satan I will find you." He pulls back and spits at the ground next to Ben's face.

Ben’s expression turned from anger to fear and he quickly rushed away, muttering curses under his breath.
There was a small group forming around the three but it soon dispersed after Ben left and everyone realized there would be no more fighting. They were fortunately in a less visited part of campus.
Grayson stumbled to the ground after Ben let go of him, staring up at Seth with tears in his eyes. His heart was beating a mile a minute and his hands were shaking uncontrollably, even when they were pressed into the ground. He flinched as Seth shoved Ben to the ground, pressing himself back against the wall of a building, trying to control his thoughts.
He won’t hurt you..he said he wouldn’t..he’s nice..he’s a demon..he’s just defending you..he’s the literal son of Satan.

He watched them run, a sneer on his lips. "Cowards." He hisses. He sighs and turns to Grayson. His eyes furrow in concern as he gently kneels in front of the other. "Grayson?" Damn… I did it again… Nice going Seth. His eyes are gentle. "Are you hurt? Please tell me you're not hurt…" He clasps Grayson's hands in his own.