Demoncember writing prompt — Demon who has been sealed away for centuries, and the only way to release them is gay sex. Trust me
The High Priestess of the Blood Moon casts away her sacrificial dagger, trembling. The ritual chamber is covered with a dread and thirsty darkness, the burning torches flanking the doorway casting only a dim and sickly light. The monolith, prison and mouthpiece of Dzen-Meakkuayleaia, Despair-And-Hunger, gleams.
Atop the altar, hands bound, the paladin looks up at the demon’s priestess, eyes lighting with a faint and frantic hope.
“My whole life,” the priestess says hoarsely, “my faith, everything I’ve done — Dzen-Meakkuayleaia promised me — but I was a fool, a willing fool. It was all a lie. Knight, if anything you say is true — is it too late? Can you prevent the demon’s escape?”
“I?” the paladin says. “Perhaps not. But we, together! — free my wrists, priestess, there’s hope yet—”
Yessssssss, dread Dzin-Meakkuayleaia’s sinister voice coils soundlessly through them, somehow breathless without breath. Now kisssssssss—
”…Excuse me?” the paladin squeaks.
Fuck, the demon mutters. Sorry, didn’t mean to say that out loud. Carry on.
“Demon, I’m here to thwart—”
Yeah yeah sure mhm. Not like I manipulated you just as much as her. Not like I LIED about bursting out of the stupid thing. Sometimes a rock is just a rock, champ.
“But,” the paladin says. “But — all this. All the fighting and the plotting and the — what was it all for if the monolith is not your prison?”
It’s been really fucking fun to watch, Dzin-Meakkuayleaia says pleasantly. Now are you two going to do hot fated-enemies-to-lovers banging on top of the altar? Because I’ve been setting you both up for it for, ooh, two decades.
The paladin makes a noise of distressed outrage.
Fine, the demon says. Just know I created your entire psychosexual obsession with each other, and when you do give in and bang? I’m gonna watch. There’s nowhere you can go, no way to hide it from me. And I’m gonna like it.
“What if we simply don’t—” the priestess starts defiantly.
Then I made you both this way and then ruined it for you! You’ll still be obsessed with each other and you’ll do all this terrible pining and I’ll have so much fun! The house always wins, you repressed little freaks!
“You’re evil,” the paladin says numbly.
But not apocalyptic, Dzin-Meakkuayleaia says. Despair and hunger. You’re welcome!
