A new demon I’m sure you guys will fall head over heels for. A commission for @ever-hungry-aria who simply showed me a demon and said “write something” hahaha. That was fun and I had a blast creating a new demon boy. I hope you guys enjoy!
You had your first period when you were fourteen and that was when he showed up. He stood in the corner of the bathroom, tall and dark, but at the time you didn’t consider him at all handsome. His head hit the ceiling and he at to duck to accommodate his massive size. You were told by your mother that demons were attracted to your family’s blood. You just didn’t realize how much.
Gremory followed you around like a puppy after then, especially when your menstrual cycle hit. He was always around you, sniffing and snorting. For a young girl reaching maturity and all the awkward things that went along with it, it was the worst thing you could imagine. It was bad enough dealing with the changes yourself, but having him right at your side as they happened made it so much worse.
It didn’t matter to Gremory though, he stuck to you, whispering how delicious your blood was and how much he wanted it. You didn’t ever let him near your blood of course. It had to be offered. He couldn’t just take it.
Another attack, another robbery. This time it happened to the
miller.
It was already a pattern. During the full moon, everyone in your
village was going into hiding, bolting the doors and keeping some
silver, if their household posessed any, at hand’s reach in case the pack chose their home as their
next target.
They lived in an abandoned house in the forest, which they made
into their den a couple of months ago. The pack consisted of a few members, led by Rolf,
their alpha. You saw him a couple of times. Arrogant, hostile, walked
around the village as if he owned the place. Well… he kinda did. His
pack controlled everything and they took whatever they wanted from
the people, and they didn’t do it in a gentle manner.
But after you saw the millers wife tending to the deep slash
wounds on her husbands chest, from where one of the werewolves had
pushed him away and his claws cut into his flesh, you felt anger
boiling up in you.
Monsters and Villains 