Salvis 💜💙 Oneshots

Sold ~ part 1

Description: Sal is the devil's son and is summoned by Kenneth. Kenneth wants power and Sal wants... well, something in return.

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Travis was so bored. He was sitting in the ritual room in the tunnels under the town that the cult used. His father's cult, so he had no choice but to be there. Of course, his father would never admit it was a cult but that did not change Travis' opinion. He hated it with every fiber of his being and only hoped that when he turned 18 in 7 months that he would be able to get away from all of this.

Kenneth was super excited for some reason, something about summoning an important demon or something, Travis didn't know and couldn't care less. Kenneth finished with his prep and clapped loudly, which startled his son. 

"We are finally ready!" Kenneth said, excitedly. 

"What are you even doing?" Travis asked, exasperated and just plain tired. 

"We're summoning the devil's son. He's a very powerful demon and I will finally get the power I want."

"Isn't that, I don't know, dangerous, if he's a powerful demon and all?" Travis rolled his eyes.

"I don't care! Its all about power!" Kenneth then turned toward the circle and shushed his son and started chanting. Suddenly there was a burst of flames that made Travis cover his eyes. When he uncovered his eyes he saw someone in the circle.

The demon was shorter than he would've thought, from what Travis could tell considering he was sat criss-cross applesauce on the floor. He had blue hair and looked vaguely human in shape, but his skin was grey and he had 2 black horns coming from his head. He had scars covering his face. His eyes were light blue, which Travis didn't expect. He also didn't expect that the demon's eyes were trained on him, not the cult members, not his father, him. Travis blushed as he watched the demon smirk at him.

"Hello!" Kenneth's voice cut through the silence. The demon's eyes moved from the flustered Travis, and to the boy's father.

"Hello. Who do I have the, um, pleasure to have summoned me?" The demon spoke in a low drawl that made Travis' blush darken on his face. 

"I'm Kenneth. Leader of the Devourers of God. I wish to have more power. And I believe you can give me that, Salvatorus." The demon smirked. 

"True, I could. But I do nothing for free." The demon's eyes moved from the priest to where Travis was sitting. "And call me Sal." The eyes on him made Travis uneasy. 

"What would you like in return? Me and my followers will do anything for you." Kenneth said. The demon, Sal, smiled. 

"There's only one thing that I want." Sal said, his eyes never leaving Travis. Travis bit his lip nervously, hoping this wasn't going in the direction he feared it was. 

"Anything!" Kenneth agreed.

"I want..." Sal paused in his statement and looked back at Kenneth. "Him." He pointed at Travis. Sal watched as Kenneth's eyes widened slightly and he looked at his son. Travis gasped. He looked at his father and back at Sal and then at his father again. 

"Father. Father, no. You can't possibly think that this is a good idea." Travis said, already feeling defeated, knowing his father would never choose him over power. 

Kenneth stayed silent for a bit, thinking about it. Travis sighed and looked back at Sal. The demon was smiling at him and seeing him look at him, gave him a little wave. This just made Travis blush and he looked away. 

"Okay." Kenneth finally said. 

"Okay?" Sal asked. Travis sighed. 

"You can take him. He's not much use to me anyway." Kenneth decided. Travis frowned and shook his head. He expected this though. Knowing he didn't have any way out of this, he walked over to the demon, dragging his feet. When he got close enough, Sal grabbed him and pulled him into his lap. Travis didn't struggle and sat there blushing. He looked at his father and smiled at the look he had on his face. 

Kenneth was looking like he was regretting it slightly. Not because he cared about his son, but because his son wasn't looking uncomfortable sitting in the demon's lap. But he said nothing. 

"Take this." Sal threw a whistle at Kenneth, which he caught. "You can summon me any time with that. No need for this silly circle. I'll give you the power you seek. But for now, we're gonna go. I need to get my pet home." Sal said, placing a kiss on Travis' neck, which turned Travis red. "Bye." Flames took over the circle and when they settled, Sal and Travis were gone. 

Travis felt dizzy as he was transported somewhere. He stood up and Sal steadied  him. He looked around. He was in a bedroom, but it was huge. There was a large king sized bed with red sheets and a fucking canopy, there was a dresser and a couch and a lot of walking space. The room was very decorated with mostly a red and black color scheme.

"Where the fuck am I?" Travis growled. 

"Hell." Sal said. Travis looked at him with wide eyes. 

"What?!" He squeaked.

"I'm a demon, where did you think I lived?" Sal rolled his eyes. "You are currently in Lucifer's palace. This will be your new home." Travis looked around.

"I figured I'd end up in hell, I just figured it would be when I died." Travis paused. "Am I dead?"

"No pet, you're not dead." Sal giggled and Travis felt himself blush at the sound. "Come on, I'll show you around." 

"Okay." Sal showed Travis around and introduced him to a fair few of the demons on staff before they made their way back to Sal's room. They sat on the bed.

"Now pet, there are rules that I wish for you to follow while you're here. These rules are for your safety, okay?" Sal said, and held Travis' hand. Travis nodded. "First rule, no leaving the palace without the proper guards. Its dangerous out there, all the demons and souls around."

"But I can go out?" Travis asked.

"Of course. You're not a prisoner, love. You can do what you like." Sal responded. Travis blushed. HIs father never let him do what he wanted, but here he was, in the care of a demon prince, and had more freedom than he ever had on earth. "Rule two. Don't entertain my brother's stupid ideas. He would get you killed by accident." 

"Oh." Travis said. "I didn't know you had a brother." 

"I do. His name is Larry. You'll meet him soon. He's at a training camp with his men right now. He is the leader of our army." Sal explained.

"So, any more rules?" Travis asked. Sal smiled at him and shook his head. 

"No. No more unless I need to make more. Like I said, you are free to do as you wish, as long as you stay by my side."

"I don't get it. Why did you ask my father for me? He would have given you anything. You know nothing about me. So why choose me as the price for my father's power?" 

"You don't think he found my summoning ritual on his own, do you, Travis?" Sal smirked.

"What?" Travis asked, shocked. 

"You should get some sleep, love." Sal stood up and started walking to his closet.

"What? You can't just leave it like that! Sal!" Travis followed after him. When Travis made it to the closet, he was thrown a pair of pajamas. "Sal!"

"Pet, we have all the time in the world. Your questions can wait. Get some sleep." Sal pet the blond's head and Travis sighed.

"Fine." Travis reluctantly got dressed and made his way out of the closet. "Where do I sleep?" Travis asked.

"Right here. Next to me." Sal said, getting into bed.

"What?" Travis blushed. 

"It's not a problem. My bed is big enough for two." Sal said, holding the blanket up for Travis to get in. It was silent for a minute. Travis didn't move. "If you don't want to, I'll sleep on the couch, love, if that will make you more comfortable."

"No, its okay. We can share your bed." Travis laid down next to the demon. He turned away from him and Sal placed the blanket over him.

"Good night, love." Sal said, placed a kiss on the blond's head and laid down. The two fell asleep.