Y/N gets more than she bargained for when getting to know the mystery creature that's been living in her shop silently for the past few years. She never would've imagined the sort of adventure he would lead her to, nor did she expected to be close w...
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I ease against the plush mattress of Phil's bed as he lays me down, welcoming the softness of the sheets with open arms. I felt exhausted from all the panic I've dealt with today. I'm just glad I'm back and safe in the room, though the silence is unnerving. The tension from before lingered, unfortunately, which made me feel like I was in trouble, but according to the King's gaze, I am not. His is clearly upset, but that is understandable.
I imagine he's stressed too from trying to find me in this humongous castle and fighting his brother. The demon draws in a breath while running his fingers through damp, black locks of hair, bringing his hand to the back of his neck. The sound of tearing flesh makes me jump a bit as a scorpion manifests from the tattoo around his neck and crawls onto the man's claw. The creature is, then, brought in front of his face, resting on the palm of his hand. Phil stares down at it, his four eyes flashing crimson to match the arachnid's before fading back into their regular shade of black. The scorpion is dropped to the floor, and it scurries out of the room through a crack in the door, disappearing from sight.
"What was that?" I ask, intrigued. I didn't know the tattoo was alive all this time, or is it just a power of his? Either way, that was pretty cool. The man gives me a faint smile, which fades away quickly.
"A messenger. I sent it to fetch Ramsey," he explains while walking over to the table and grabbing my bag, which sat beside it. Inside are some things I was bringing home on the night of the fire: medicine, some fabric and one of my notebooks. It's not much, but at least I was able to bring my medication with me to Hell. After popping open the pill bottle, he takes out the right dosage before bringing it to me. "How are you feeling?"
"I'm all right," I assure him while sitting up slowly, feeling a slight ache in my joints. "I'm just shaken up, that's all. You found me just in time. Thank you."
"If I ever see him near you again—" I lay a hand on his clenched fist, which holds my medicine, feeling how tight the muscles are. I worried he might crush it to powder with his strength.
"I'm sure he learned his lesson," I say recalling how Nick looked when we left. He was covered in blood and injuries that would be considered deadly for a human. I don't know exactly what Phil did to him, but he certainly looked sorry. "I'm just glad it's over."
"And, I'm glad you're safe." The demon smiles and relaxes his hand, opening it to reveal the medicine in one piece. I take it from him and smile back. Just then, there is a knock on the door and Phil gives a small sniff before telling the person to come in. Ramsey steps in, pushing a cart with clothes on it and a glass of water, and shuts the door behind him.
