Requiem [[Amaimon X Reader]] (PG 13)

You stared. You knew it was rude but you couldn’t help but to stare at the cute hobgoblin, it was round and reminded you of a bouncy ball you had when you were a kid. You bent down slowly, making sure to no make any sudden movements as you did so.

A smile graced your lips as the demon made its way towards you, sniffing curiously.

“Hi there,” your whispered softly as you stretched out your hand slowly.

Maybe it was fate that brought him to you that day or maybe it was the devil’s work.

That would be ironic since Amaimon was the son of the Devil himself.

“Ah! Behemoth!!”

Dressed in a rather strange fashion, the boy came running towards the hobgoblin.

You didn’t think that you would ever fall in love with a demon. Not when your father was an exorcist. But one’s feelings cannot be controlled.

“Is he your familiar?” you asked with a rather curious grin as you spotted a leash in his hand.

“Yes, hmmm he escaped while I was having my daily dose of sweets, he seems rather attracted to you.” Amaimon watched as Behemoth rubbed affectionately against your calf.

“I’m not wearing any perfume though.”

He loved to tease you but you didn’t mind. You knew that it was one of his ways of showing affection.

“I’m [f/n][l/n],” you held your hand out with a grin etched to your face.

His slender fingers wrapped around your palm in a firm yet gentle grip, sending tingles up your spine upon the contact.

“Amaimon.”

His expression of love was intense.

Words wouldn’t be able to describe it.

You could drown in his being, when his lips were upon your own.

“I have to get to Church, I would invite you but it wouldn’t be somewhere you’d feel at home.”

He chuckled at your joke.

“Will I see you around?” you asked with a hope filled eyes.

“Maybe.”

He loved to hear you sing.

The first time had been when you were at mass, singing a requiem for the dead.

The last… was at your deathbed.

“I love you.”