Scribbles and Drabbles

Notebook Drabble 55 - Demon Owned

"Oh, baby. I have you now. I promise."

"I'm not a baby," Kit managed to protest, hiccuping. 

"Not quite, not anymore," agreed the demon, but that didn't stop him from scooping Kit off his feet and onto his hip as if Kit was a toddler. 

Kit should have protested more, but this was what he wanted, wasn't it? Someone to look at him and go, 'This is someone to look after and care for.' Kit curled in its hold. If the demon wanted to carry him, Kit would let him. He rested his head against the demon's shoulders; the demon smelt of leather and sandlewood. 

"You're not an adult yet, either. It's a rather annoying age to be stuck between."

"Annoying?"

"Easy," He ordered, rocking Kit as if to calm him. "It makes my life complicated, but you are worth it, I promise. Now, Christopher, why have you summoned me? You should have long forgotten me. Your friends have, I assume?"

"I didn't ask them," Kit admitted, his eyes struggling to stay open with the warmth and soothing tone. His demon radiated safety, and he relaxed into it. He missed being safe. "I didn't want to risk them declining or saying it didn't happen." 

The demon nodded with an understanding hum. "Having people deny the truth is troublesome. I'll pick them up another time. You are all mine, after all. Peasky deal or not."

Kit accepted the words. He knew they were true. The demon didn't need to hunt them down or make some elaborate plan to indebt them to him. He owned their souls, and the world would do far worse than him. They'd all come to him eventually. Maybe that should have scared Kit. It didn't. It made him guilty that he hadn't tricked his friends into redoing their childish foolishness and damning them all to an early trip to hell as they should have gone as children. 

"I'm sorry."

"For what, my lovely? You did your role and summoned me when you needed me."

"You wanted five of us, not me alone."

"I wanted you when my name left your lips. Still, time is moving, and the order will be approaching like last time. I'd rather not have them take you from me again. What do you wish, my sweet child?"

"Last time, you offered to take us with you?"

The demon stopped moving. "That's normally the payment for a deal, not the request. If you want to join me, things will be slightly different from the normal situation. Your transition to my home will be harder as you're older, but you are welcome to come with me and serve as my servant if you wish?"

"What would that mean?" Because servants meant different things to different cultures, the line between servant and slave was nonexistent in some tales and as clear as night and day in others. 

"It is hard to say. Most know their place at your age and are being trained for roles suited to their temperament and skills. You would be my companion. Not quite a friend, but a trusted member of my house. You'd have my protection and be part of my court. It won't be easy after you have spent your life being free. You'd never be lonely again as long as I have power and you obey."

"I don't want to be alone anymore," Kit said, tired and chest numb. 

"I won't let you be, Christopher," He said, tasting Kit's name. Kit's chest tightened with a tug of power, but he did not fight it. The demon said something in a deep voice, words in a language that Kit didn't know. Kit held on to the demon tighter. It rocked him again, and a clatter of magic covered them. "You're going to need to keep your eyes closed for me, can you do that?"

"I don't think that's going to be hard," Kit said, letting his eyes stay closed.

The demon chuckled, and kissed his hair. The clatter grew to a buzz as magic weaved around them. A whisper of something forgotten and a stammer in the world that should not exist as a door opened. The chill of the late-night melted away into flames of heat. No pain stabbed into him, and no fire burned his skin, but the fabric under his cheek changed from the coarse, thick coat material to a silky satin-like texture.

Kit kept his eyes closed. His demon hadn't told him to open them yet.

"That's a good boy," he praised, his voice deeper but more natural than the deep incantations. Something curled around him to keep him in place as the body changed and more of the demon returned to himself. 

Kit forgot his name—not on purpose, but the Order hid it with some other stuff. They hadn't accounted for the demon planting a way for them to contact him within them, either. In hell, the magic hiding it lifted, and he floated as knowledge returned to him. 

"Scorpio," Kit said, voice disembodied and chest loose and free from the chaining magic.

They laughed, warm and amused. "Yes, sweet thing. That's my name. You call Master. I am Lord Scorpio of the House." The demon nuzzled his hair, bony plates gliding against his skin. 

"Yes, Master." The words came easier than Kit thought possible, but they fit in his mouth. Master had him now, despite being denied his childhood, and soon, it would be time for Kit to serve him. 

Scorpio rumbled with pleasure. "You would have been such a good one to train from scratch. All that loving obedience," Scorpio said, nails petting Kit's hair again. The arms loosened, and Scorpio placed him on something soft. "Stay put for me, Christopher."

Carefully, his master lifted his arms and put something metal onto them. They didn't feel thick enough to be cuffs, so they had to be bracelets. Something draped around his neck and pulled flush against his skin, but not tight enough to constrict. It sat on his neck without constricting his breathing, but its weight pressed against him. A hand tilted his head up, and Scorpio kissed his nose. 

"Done. YOu can open your eyes now."

What was revealed wasn't quite what Kit expected.

Scorpio didn't look too different from his appearance on the human plane. There were some scale-like plates on his skin, and his eyes were red, but he hadn't grown a thousand extra limbs or turned into a bug or something. Yet somehow, he looked more—more powerful, more dark, more demon. There wasn't an easy way to pinpoint the exact reason. Scorpio clicked, pleased with Kit's response. 

"You're calm."

"Yes, Master," Kit said, cheeks burning, "Should I not be?"

"I'd prefer you calm," Scorpio reassured. "You're tired, though. It was late for someone your age. You will sleep on my next tonight, and I will set you up in the service quarters tomorrow. May love will love to meet you," Scorpio said, planning the future. "All desperate to please and love. Having people look after you and teach you your place will do you the world of good. Now rest."

A/N: Scorpio got kinda pissed when the free souls he'd gained got taken away from him but accepted that children too young are a lot to take care of, even if the rewards are great. He would have preferred Kit be older enough to seduce him before coming with him, but he's not going to let the opportunity to have a soul go, and he and his love will treat Kit as a child until he's matured. This means that despite technically being a servant, Kit ends up as one of Scorpio's children, and that doesn't go unnoticed by Hell or the House.