Eye for an Eye (Yandere! Demon x Female! Reader)

𝐈𝐈 - Accepting Reality

"Me too."

"But enough of that. You must be famished." Slyvester quickly stood up, holding his trusty listbook in his claws. "Care to have a table for two?"

You shook your head. Right now, you need to catch some sleep - and hopefully wake up in your bedroom, free from this place called Hell.

"Well then, that makes my job much easier." He breathed, strolling out of his chair.

"And you better hurry up. After all, you're our lovely, precious guest." His scrutinising pair of static eyes casted towards you. "You deserve the best~"

Liar.

His glasses made his feelings transparent, crystal-clear. His polite façade crumbled, as you gravitated towards him. The blueprint of his nature pieced together like a puzzle.

Misanthropy, egotism, and conceit. Only a small hint of warmth glowed in his clouded eyes.

"Why thank you, Slyvester." You didn't hide the hollowness in your voice; you were tired anyways.

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"𝖂elcome to your bedroom." Slyvester outstretched his hand, his face stoic. According to his watch it was past 2:30, further making you both huff in exhaustion.

Dragging your feet inside, you found a multitude of gifts exclusively for you, perfectly tied with a red bow. A whiff of perfume entered your nostrils. You clutched your nose; the perfume was too minty for your taste.

"Thanks, but what's with the gifts?"

"It's from the Madame, if I'm correct. Seems as though she wants you to get comfortable."

"Uhuh, and what's with the minty smell?"

"That is Madame Edinayol's perfume. She never wears that minty smell unless she's going out." Slyvester wearily chirped out, his fondness of his mistress momentarily displayed on his face.

"Apologies if it doesn't suit your tastes."

"That's okay. This isn't my bedroom anyways."

Slyvester nodded. "Of course it isn't. So, you have to keep it spick and span daily."
"Do I have to do that everyday?"

"I'll check twice per day, for starters. Unless you have a problem with it."

"Of course I have a problem with it! You literally just told me that there were servants cleaning my bedroom!"

Looking away, he mumbled. "That was a one-time thing."

"You're such a bad liar!"

Taking the presents off your bed quickly, you grumbled. Truly, this demon wanted to overwork you to death before you finally have peace.

"Apologies for being a menace, but I can't help but tease humans like you." He sat on the edge of your bed, patting your forehead. You could tell he wanted to do much more under that polite act of his. "It's hard to find an amusing human at my age."

An endless spiral of frustration foiled in your mind. Why can't he just shut up for once?

"Leave me alone already. Please. I'm tired."

"I have much more to tell you, though. You have a lot of things to prepare for tomorrow-"

"Just leave me alone!" You shouted, the stress peaking at the corners of your eyes. The memories had rushed through you: the lady getting brutally decapitated, the feeling of being left alone, running for your life - you were fucking terrified. If this was your Hell, it was doing a good job at being one.