A Demon's Regret

I didn’t need the guidance of my map to find (Y/N)- she drew me to her like an interdimensional magnet. The moment I materialized in the main room of her apartment, my heart began hammering in my chest and my vision started to swim. Returning there was overwhelming. It was the place where I had found true love, where I had been healed from the schism of self I had chosen in my youth. Even the smell was familiar and homey. It felt both as though I had just left, and as though I had been gone for centuries.

The fit of intense nostalgia soon gave way to giddy excitement. Though at first I didn’t see anyone, I soon heard the sounds of soft footsteps in the kitchen. Exhilarated, I called out, “(Y/N)?”

Time stood still as she peeked out from behind the kitchen wall. Though at first she looked apprehensive, when she saw me her whole face was suffused with a striking glow. “Andy!” Overwhelmed with emotion, I ran to her, folding my arms around her and picking her up to give her a brief spin.

Tears pricked at my eyes as we held each other tightly; when I bent to kiss her they spilled down my face. Though at first it was chaste, the moment she opened her mouth to me, its nature changed abruptly. Her tongue slid artfully against mine and she groaned softly into our kiss as she deepened it. I felt a zing of sudden interest in my nethers and forced myself to pull away. It was paramount that I not let my inherent lechery eclipse my mission.

Having been forced to watch countless ‘chick flicks’ with my marks in recent years, I was well aware of the common romantic customs expected by American women. But this time, with (Y/N), my every action would be sincere.

I took a step back before going down on one knee before her. That was perhaps where things started off on the wrong foot. I had forgotten falling into the glass earlier, and the small shards that remained stung as my weight ground them in further. I couldn’t help a wince and a grunt at the stinging pain.

But I would not be deterred. I took one of (Y/N)’s hands and placed a simple kiss on her knuckles. Closing my eyes briefly, I took a deep breath as I mentally reviewed what I wanted to say, only to open them and see a horrified expression on (Y/N)’s face.

“Oh my fucking god! What happened to your hands and knees? They’re bleeding!” She tugged me back up to standing by an elbow. That only seemed to make things worse. Apparently I had bled into her carpet where I had knelt, and (as fortune never favors me), of course she instantly spotted it. “What the fuck! Are you ok? I’ll go get the bactine. Stay put, I’ll be right back.” And just like that, she took off down the hall and left me standing there, fiddling with my tail.

I chewed at my lower lip anxiously. It seemed I had ruined my chance at a romantic reunion speech where I begged her forgiveness. I had even been considering an impromptu marriage proposal. Perhaps it was better that I’d been circumvented, as it only then occurred to me that I lacked a fancy ring. I huffed, disappointed by my carelessness. Well, regardless of all that, it was essential that something so trivial as surface wounds not distract me from my mission. It was time to free us both from the first contract between us, so that I could spend eternity with her honoring the second. Filled with purpose, I stalked after (Y/N) briskly, ready to take control of the situation. Though her intentions were clearly good, I wasn't terribly concerned about such minute lesions.

Finding her in the bathroom, fussing about in a cabinet, I decided quickly that it would be better not to give her a chance to derail me again. As quietly as I could, once again I went down on one knee, gritting my teeth against the pain. When she turned, hands full of cotton balls and medicines, I must have surprised her, as she held up her hands and shrieked, dropping everything to the floor.

Her yell startled me, and I lost my balance, falling over onto the floor quite unceremoniously. “Uck!” I feeling incredibly frustrated at my seeming inability to communicate, when the situation took an overwhelmingly bizarre turn.

From the guest bedroom, I heard a male voice call out, “(Y/N)?! I’m coming!” I rolled into a sitting position just as a man of elephantine proportions started frantically trying to squeeze himself through the doorway from the guest bedroom into the hall. Was that a homemade moomoo?

Dumbfounded at the sight of a the morbidly obese (and unfortunately clad) man’s struggles, I pointed at him rudely as I turned to (Y/N) for clarification. “What?” Had (Y/N) not waited for me? How had such a large man gotten stuck in the bedroom in the first place? Was she… keeping him captive?

I was full of questions, but (Y/N) wasn’t paying attention, “Ash, I’m fine. It’s Andy! He’s come back!”

The massive man looked over to her, then down at me. There was no mistaking it- I’d know those eyebrows anywhere. It was Ashley! He pointed right back at me, clearly trying to deflect attention from the fact that he was wedged in place, “Andy, you got blood all over the carpet!”

Feeling confronted, I responded tersely, “what happened to you? Why the deuce are you so profoundly humongous? You…” a horrible thought came to me, “have you been feeding on her!? I warned-“

“Andy!” (Y/N) clucked her tongue at me, clearly disgusted. “He just makes me laugh; don’t be a dickhead. Of course we’re not fucking! Now will you please take your pants off?”

I blinked, even further confused by her request. “What? Why-“

She shook her head like it was the most obvious thing in the world, “your knees are bleeding, your hands are too, and we need to-“

Fed up with getting derailed, I snarled and smacked my tail against the floor. “Pits!” Irritated even further by the fact that my nose was starting to trickle smoke, I decided that it was my turn to be heard!

“I am sorry for using you as food, and I’m sorry for manipulating you into a contract! But I’m not sorry for having met you. I love you, and I want to be with you forever. No woman, human or not, compares to you.” Satisfied, (and feeling pleased at the adoring expression on (Y/N)’s face), I stood up and strode into the master bedroom and began unbuttoning my pants, calling after me, “I’ll not disrobe in the company of others. But I shall welcome your ministrations in private.” I ignored Ashley's groan of disgust.


Feeling cheeky, and out of Ashley’s line of sight, I gave (Y/N) a pointed look as I licked my lips and raised my brows in a silent invitation. Pleased to taste her neurochemical reaction to my flirtations, I shucked my shirt over my head. At last, I had her full attention! I had made my apology!

At that point, her fire alarm went off.

Notes

I hope someone enjoys reading this. :3

No, my stories are not abandoned. My health is the reason for my extremely infrequent updates.