Yokai Fight (Yandere!Reverse Harem!Yokai x GN!Reader)

1 - Fight Song

His grin is feral. Mad. Crazy. Insane. And he's got his hand around you.

"No! No, nononononono-" your scream turns into incoherent sobs as he drags you back, your bloody hands clawing desperately at the smooth concrete. He laughs a deranged laugh, pulling you back to his side. One hand grabs your jaw, the harsh force nearly shattering it. The pain is immense, growing, growing, growing.

You scream.

He laughs.

Something bright flickers behind your eyes.

He screams too.

Your eyes flinch open at the noise, finding fire creeping up the man's arm. He curses, letting go of you desperately patting away the flames. Red, blue, pink, green, every colour of the rainbow shows in the fire. Despite the demon's effort, the flames continue to grow, until a prismacolour is devouring the limb.

He laughs again, with pain.

"You!" the burning demon curses, lunging forward with his arms outstretched. Hands wrap around your neck, this time with all the force the oni has. At this point your puny little spine should have snapped. But you still gasp as the agonising pain swallows you, scratching hopelessly at his arms.

The flames grow, and he screams again, the sound mixed with his crazed cackling. They spread from his body along the corpses lining the floor. The heat is torturous. You feel like you're being baked alive, burnt and broiled. In your pain, in your death, you start hallucinating.

Because the fire starts to dance into the sky.

"What-" you choke, before his hands crush your windpipe, and you're silenced.

Curious, the demon looks up, finding the sea of flames above the two of you. He laughs, laughs, laughs at the fiery view. He screams, screams, screams as it charts along his body. He laughs, laughs, laughs, as you cry, cry, cry.

"Well, well! It seems you do have some power in you!" he yells, raising one hand skyward. The fire singes him, but all he does is laugh again.

"Look at this, little spirit!"

He grabs you by your neck again, lugging you along the ground. You gag on your pain, hands once again grasping desperately at his arm. He pulls you in close to his face, grinning down at you as a hot wall of revolting breath seeps into you. He smells awful. Burning flesh, crispy and charred. A smell that is worse than death.

A smell that is death.

"You see those little onibi floating around? That's your soul, leaking out into the universe! You're dying!" his voice grows more and more crazed, and then all of a sudden, his body is pulled off you. He's slung into the centre of the burning pit, and his laughter ceases.

All that's left is his ear-piercing screams. His screams slice into you, a wailing, screeching, horrid sound. It rings in your ears, digging deep into your soul. Imprinting into your very being. Making sure you'd never, ever forget it.

His body wreaths in the dancing flames, as his flesh fuels the rainbow bonfire. It grows with his body until a spectrum of inferno roars in the ring. It reaches the top of the stadium, charring red banners that slowly split into pieces. The pieces break apart, falling down into the screaming crowd. Now instead, their screams are like his.

Of carnal terror. Of panicked fear.

You look up to the person who saved you, and find red eyes staring down at you through a clay mask. He stares at you like you're a bug under his shoe. You see something flicker behind him, just like you saw before.