My Unlucky Demon

Dream?

The only reason I stick with them is for food.

There’s nothing to worry about, because I know the fate of the three men on rooms 505 and 506; 

Death.

As I spend time with them, I feel how their life forces are gradually depleting. Every day, it’s not only Michael but all three of them. This is the sign of a human life about to end. As I observed, they almost always are together wherever and whenever. It is not strange if they die together as well. It may be because I feed on their will.

Their moment of deaths and my maturity aren’t far from each other, I can feel it. It may be fated for me to take their souls. Their souls... I wonder how it taste? It is said that the more souls you eat, the stronger you become and just  one bite of it can bring about terrific ecstasy! Merely thinking about it makes me feel eager to taste them already. The only thing I’m afraid of is if the fated one was not me but Abigor. For that, I may have to do something...

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Michael’s POV

A short walk to the convenience store, I bought the largest cup noodle there is for Mallory, the spicy one, two at that, because I know one is not enough. Seriously, if we continue this, she’ll suck me out of money by having to provide her meals. She gotta start working sooner or later. 

I came back the dorm and she’s waiting for me out front, she ran straight to me as she saw me and took one of the bags of food from me right away. The thing has hot water in it already, it’ll be bad if she dropped it. What’s amazing is, she held the bag by the bottom where you can naturally feel the heat and walked back the dorm steadily and all smiles. What in the world? I’m pretty sure I already poured hot water on everything so it’ll get cooked while walking.

When we went in, I noticed Abigor looking at us. Ah, maybe I should have asked him what he wants to eat too. I had him take care of Mallory too. I know, I’ll just give the other big one to him, “Thank you.” I told him, at least a ‘thanks’ is a must for troubling other people. I offered the food to him, but he said he’s good. I’m not sure, but I think I saw his expression change from peaceful to annoyed when I thanked him. Hmm… he has no reason to do so, right? Must be my imagination. 

We went back to the room and called Raphael and Gab over to eat. Thankfully, I did not spill one drop from climbing up the stairs. When I said we should just eat at Room 505, Mallory suddenly screeched. That I did not know why, but we decided we go back the room anyway. I wonder if she’s only feeling the heat of the noodle cup now?

We ate food on the floor talking about things whilst Mallory eats her spicy noodles silently. Mallory sure knows how to eat though, she finished her food just the same time as we did. She did not ask for water at all, she must be really good with spicy food.

--After meal--

All cleaned up. It’s a good thing we have Raphael with us. Laziness never had a room in this guy’s body.

Literally just a second after eating and everything is cleaned up, Gabriel already went back to his room and Mallory is laying down the bed. For Gabriel, there is nothing strange about his actions, but for Mallory, it is slightly unusual. How do I explain this? Doesn’t she always just sit beside the window gazing at the moon? Maybe she’s tired today? *sigh* What am I even concerned about? It’s a bit too early compared to my recent sleep time, but I guess there’s nothing wrong with having longer sleep every other day.

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Drop

Hmm… that’s hot…

Drop

Ugh… Stop it…

I tried shoo away whatever it is dropping hot water on me while I am sleeping. Then that something, rode over me, held my hand and pinned me down. Of course, what kind of fool would still try to sleep in this kind of situation? I opened my eyes and saw red eyes. Mallory? Mmph… s-she’s kissing me. This… I’m tasting something strange. Ow! She bit my lip!

She’s done? What was that? She made me swallow something. I looked at her lips as she sat up, it was all red. I do not remember buying her any sort of lipstick… 

Geh! Only now do I remember what strange taste it was that she made me swallow. Blood! I noticed that she had a fresh wound on her wrist.

I tried to sit up, she did not stop me. I thought she would. Just what kind of situation is this? I have no idea what to do… 

Staring at each other, I grabbed Mallory’s hand. She’s bleeding, yet the source of bleeding I don’t seem to see anymore. The wound stitched itself up right before my eyes.

I had thoughts about this before, what if what happened amidst the rain the other day was not a hallucination? Then… Mallory is not human. What am I supposed to do about it, I did not bother thinking about it anymore, but now that I’m faced with the real Mallory, I…

“Oath,” a soft voice entered my thoughts disrupting further the mess I had in my head.

What it meant, I am yet to know. What I know somehow is whose voice it was that entered my head. It’s her looking right at my eyes. “Mallory?” this was a question I published in my thoughts that somehow reached her. It was only in my thoughts, I never knew I had such a desire. A desire to make Mallory mine.

“Yes, master?” she replied without opening her mouth.

“What are you?”

“I am this master’s demon servant.” 

I have not the least idea of what she’s talking about…

“After joining our blood, master has asked Mallory to become his in exchange of his soul.”

“I’m still confused.”

“Thus, a contract has been formed, Mallory will belong to master until the day she takes his soul.”

This… Just where does this come from? It’s as if a context taken right out of a fantasy story. Last time, she went in front of me completely naked and asking for clothes. Now, I have become her master and she’s going to take my soul? There’s more than just a few unclarified things here.

“Master is going to die. Even now I can feel master’s life force depleting.” 

“So, I’m dying and you want to eat my soul when I’m dead?”

“Yes.”

“Wait, you were a demon all this time?”

“Yes.”

“You-“

“Yes.”

I was going to say “You just fed me your blood?”, Yes, my questions are going backwards. I think I’m going crazy. I know, I might be dreaming. I pinched myself a few times.

“How futile.” She said seeing me pinch myself.

Hah! I don’t feel pain. Great, this is just a dream! I pushed Mallory away and laid back down.

“Sweet dreams, master.” Her voice echoed in my head.

Nope, what comes next is not a dream but reality, because I’m gonna wake up from this dream. Good thing about dreams is that you forget all about it when you wake up…