Frank was living in a crowded one bedroom apartment with a demon. He cared but at the same time, didn’t care. Frank was just glad he didn’t have to go back to his old life-but he wasn’t so happy about being a slave to a self-absorbent asshole like Gerard.

Frank looked at Gerard who was scrolling through his phone. Frank’s judgement on Gerard was that Gerard was a shallow, stubborn, bold, self minded demon. Frank couldn’t even look at him for more than 10 seconds. When Gerard got up to leave, Frank would curse under his breath and speak ill of Gerard. He didn’t know that Gerard could hear and would smirk about it in the other room.

Gerard whistled a tune as he re-entered the room, “Do you want to hear a story?”

Frank scoffed, “Yeah, right.” He remarked sarcastically.

Before Frank could look down at his phone, a large string struck his cheek. He was stunned for a moment before looking up to Gerard who leaned over him with an open hand. Gerard’s frown formed into a smile, “Do you want to hear a story?” He repeated.

Frank looked away, “Sure.”

“There was a demon. A very handsome demon in fact,” Gerard chuckled, “He was handsome but very .. empty. Sure, he could torture souls and basically do whatever the fuck he wanted but there was something missing-and one day, he found that something by chance.” Gerard picked Frank up, carrying him as if he were a baby. Frank flustered and felt uncomfortable but let Gerard continue, “This demon saw a dying body while strolling on earth.” Gerard locked eyes with Frank as he walked into the bedroom.

Gerard set Frank down onto the queen size bed, “After hearing the begging and cries of the dying man, the demon quickly felt complete.”

Frank raised a brow, “Are you that demon, Gerard?”

“Well,” Gerard laughed, “I am handsome.”

“So, seeing a dying body makes you feel better?”

“No, the blood. I drank it. And well, it didn’t only help my abilities but also, it tasted fucking amazing.”

Frank frowned, “You’re sick.”

Gerard climbed on top of Frank who tried to scoot away but was trapped underneath this surprisingly strong man, “I know.” Gerard leaned in and kissed Frank’s neck who stiffened. The atmosphere around Gerard was getting hot while Frank’s atmosphere was getting uncomfortable. Frank turned away from Gerard’s attempted kiss. Gerard raised a brow, “You’re not understanding our deal, are you?”

“I said I’ll be your slave, I didn’t say I’d enjoy it.” Frank scowled.

Gerard leaned in again but this time whispered, “Fine.” Gerard abruptly stood up and yanked Frank off the bed who flew across the room, hitting his back against the wall. Frank’s body ached as he stretched onto his back, groaning in agony. The feeling of pain was still plausible with Frank which is something he didn’t expect.

Gerard stepped over Frank’s body, heading out into the living room, “Get up, we’re going out.”

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The outside weather was pleasant for a murderous rampage. There was a cold chill every now and then, which didn’t affect Gerard who was always cold blooded. Frank was shivering inside his large coat who had stopped in his tracks every 3 minutes. Frank’s teeth clattered as he moved his legs, following Gerard into a bar.

Frank paused, “I can’t go in there, they’ll kick me out.”

Gerard smiled, “I doubt it.”

There was slight hesitation before Frank followed Gerard into the bar. The smell of body odor, alcohol, and cologne went up Frank’s nose which made him flinch where he stood. Immediately when Frank looked up, there was already large, muscular men and woman staring at him. There wasn’t really any threatening looks .. they were more like cold and confused looks.

A man approached Frank, “You can’t be in here, kid.” The large man grabbed Frank’s arm, clenching onto it, almost hard enough to leave a bruise. Frank stammered, “O-ow, s-stop-you-re-h-hurting me.”

Gerard stepped in, placing a hand on the man shoulder, “You heard the kid, stop it.”

The large man with a goatee released Frank before facing Gerard. The man was huge compared to Gerard. Gerard might as well be a ken doll next to a human being. They both made eye contact before Gerard grinned, “Let’s have some fun.”

Blood splattered onto Frank’s face, making him cringe. His eyes watched in horror as he witnessed the most bloodiest rampage. Gerard was jumping onto the people’s backs as if he were a lion attacking a gazelle. Gerard’s cute little teeth sunk into their skins before yanking it out, causing blood to exceed everywhere around. Horrific screams escaped their mouths which only irritated Gerard-so he’d bite into their throats. Gerard was fast-really fucking fast. His abilities made him greater than any human.

Frank, afraid of being traumatized, shut his eyes. Just like when he committed suicide-except it wasn’t cars-the sound of screams rung in his ears. He can even hear the large amount of blood being splattered. What monster would do this?

Oh, right. A demon.

The screams had died down until they finally came to a stop. Frank slowly opened his eyes to see that blood had covered Gerard from head to toe. Gerard was sitting on one of the bar’s stools, licking the blood off his fingers. When he locked eyes with Frank he said, “Well?”

Frank gagged at the sight of decapitated bodies. He turned away before he yelled, “You’re insane!” Frank couldn’t hold it in any longer. He felt a large bulge in his throat before expelling it out onto the ground. His watery eyes were wiped by his tears.

Gerard rolled his eyes, “You’re just making a greater mess for you to clean up.”

Frank turned to him, “What? Can’t you like snap your fingers and clean this up?”

Gerard got off the stool and walked over to Frank, oblivious to the fact he was still covered in other people’s blood, “Who do you hell think I am? Harry Houdini? Because that guy is a mind-fucker.”

Frank clenched his jaw, “I’m not touching blood.”

Gerard placed a hand onto Frank’s shoulder, “Yes, yes you are.” Gerard pressed his bloody lips onto Frank’s. Frank’s eyes widened in disgust because of the blood. Just the blood. The kiss itself wasn’t that bad.

Gerard pulled away, “Good luck, kid.” Gerard handed him a mop which magically appeared from behind his back, “You’re going to need it.”

Frank came into view of the bloody bar, his stomach ached (see what I did there? ha.).

Notes

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