A Demon's Regret

I sat, dejected and full of regret for all I had done, with my head hung heavy in my hands. So much heartbreak… more than I could even conceive of. I had been feeding off of it for my entire adult life!

That deadly feeling I’d had, when (Y/N) had pulled away from me, when I had thought she didn’t want me… that was what I had left every woman I’d ever been with! Well, in addition to an assurance that another could never heal it.

On the verge of begging Chris to take it all back, he gave me pause with his response. “I am the very first son of your grandfather, Andy. I’ve been to talk to him about you, and I know that he would agree that you were only doing what was expected. There is a balance to uphold.”

I felt a deep, piercing stab of fear slice right through me. “The Infinite Spirit? You-“

Chris cut me off. “-I could tell you were in love when I visited here a few days ago. I remembered what had happened the last time you cared about somebody, and I don’t want that to happen again. He made me a proposal.Andy, he offered to help because he loves you too.”

Jah loved me?!? Inconceivable!

…The last time I cared about someone? My mind raced. Lola!

A flash of the misery I had felt when I had deserted Lols returned. Now I knew that it was because I had cared for her. I… I loved her. She was the best friend I had ever known. And I had used her, like a stepping-stone, to gain myself admiration and notoriety.

Thinking on this ‘love,’ both familiar yet wholly new, I realized how dire my current situation was. I had never truly recovered from leaving Lola forever to her torment, alone. If I were kept from (Y/N) in the same fashion, existence would be agony, if not outright fatal. I didn’t just love (Y/N) as a companion; I was besotted! Just as my human women felt about me!

I would die the very moment I was separated from (Y/N). What could I do? Even if I avoided ending our contract by mistake, (Y/N) was mortal!

Could the Maker… would he make (Y/N) undying? Was that the assistance he had offered? “You’re right!” I could feel the intensity stream through, driven from my heart into my voice. “I am in love with (Y/N), I cannot be parted from her! I will die of misery if we are separated, regardless of the cause.”

I pulled my claws from my mussed hair and tried to stop my jaw from clenching so violently. “How can I win Allah’s favor? Anything, I have to stay with her!”

Chris nodded. “He and I discussed this. As I said, he has made an offer, but… as he’s always done, he made it all complicated and shit.”

My father proceeded to tell me of his visit to see my grandfather. With the revelation that Chris intended me to be his heir, I protested, insisting that I would never leave (Y/N). But there was so much more.

My meeting with (Y/N) had been no accident; Yahweh had sent me to her as a test! He had been pleased with my actions thus far, but reserved his final judgment, and willingness to give (Y/N) immortality, free me of my hunger, and dissolve our contract, for after my evaluation was complete.

The notion that I would be revealed as the trueborn son of a human woman, in essence a mere cambion, would previously have panicked me. But given the stakes, that seemed a minuscule matter. Chris revealed that my mother, Amy, was, in fact, an immortal human, that I would even get to see her again! Thus, it was really the rest of Waheguru’s celestial offer that concerned me.

The idea of going to beg for forgiveness from every living woman that had signed my contracts, again, seemed a reasonable price to pay for such yields. I knew instinctively that there were only four hundred and ninety-two of them, far fewer than the norm. I felt a guilty, dark relief that, of late, I had been the cause of a larger percentage of suicides than was generally the case. So long as the Almighty kept me fed, I was prepared to begin at once!

However, I was worried with the idea that (Y/N) would have to agree. Though I knew it was only right and just, the fear that she might refuse me, that she would not want to wait upon me, erupted like a slavering, poisonous goblin.

But it was when Chris revealed that a proxy desire demon would have to stay there, in (Y/N)’s apartment, for the entire duration of my quest, I lost my temper and accidentally lit a corner of the coffee table on fire. No one could take my place!

I paced wildly, furious and distraught. “One of those wicked, manipulative, licentious churls!?! They will strive, day and night, to seduce and ravish her! I-“

With a thump, I was forced back to my seat as Chris gestured with his hand. “-There’s nothing we can do about it, Andy!” His expression was sympathetic but firm.

I sputtered, still horrified. “At the worst, I could be gone for over a year! One of those filth-“

Chris slammed my mouth shut with a painful snap. “-Silence! They are your brothers and sisters, Andy! They are my children as well, just a different kind.”

He waved at me with a grumpy expression, and I felt the hold on my face subside. I thought for a moment before I dared to speak again. I did my best to keep my tone measured. “There are not many of us. Who is even available? How could I compel them to cooperate?”

He answered only one of my questions, and I noticed instantly. “You can’t compel anyone to help, but I certainly can. Though it pains me to say it, we must have fucking faith that your grandfather wouldn’t put a creation of mine in a situation where it would starve. If I have to, I’ll visit with care packages, alright?”

I swallowed as my fear grew, making my words soft. “Father, I ask again. Who is there that could fill this position as my proxy?”

Chris frowned and sighed before answering. “Only one of you. Ashley.”

Notes

Cambion = the child of an incubus or succubus and a human.



So: how do you think Andy-man will take Chris' revelation?