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Kad nemam tebe sa mnom su moji demoni

Part 1

SUMMARY: Kris is a succubus, but he hates what he is and what he's forced to do for his demon sire. Then he meets a photographer, Damon, and something special blooms between them.

PAIRING: Kris Guštin/Damon Baker

WARNINGS: (kinda implied) drug and alcohol abuse, implied non-con (not between Kris/Damon), sex (not too explicit), hurt/comfort, angst/fluff, swearing

WORDS COUNT: 2.434

LINK: AO3

NOTES: Before diving into the first chapter of this short fic, I'd like to thank @anxious-witch for beta-reading it and giving me really good advice while I was writing it and @lahobbitdiazeroth for fangirling with me, even if she's not in the fandom (kinda).

This is my first ever work I publish in English. I got inspired by Hazbin Hotel and Damon's photoshoot with our guys, and I had to write something.

I'm sorry for the angst you'll find in it, but you know who to blame.

If you want to listen to the song that inspired me, here's a link. There's also an English version (and maybe one in your own language, this series got translated into many languages). Keep in mind that it mentions toxic relationships, abuse and trauma.

È un inferno tutto mio (This hell is all mine)

Me lo sono scelto io (And I chose all of this)

Tu sei il mio veleno (You are my poison)

Dammi il tuo veleno (Give me your poison)

Non possono farne a meno (I can’t help it)

Mi scivola in gola e va giù (It slithers into my throat and goes down)

Veleno, ne sono pieno (Poison, I’m full of it)

Anche questa notte per me forse è l’ultima (This night could be my last one too)

Dimmi che ti piace, baby (Tell me you like it, baby)

Sono tuo, fa ciò che più ti va (I’m yours, do whatever you want)

Un giorno tu mi ucciderai (One day you’ll kill me)

Col tuo veleno (With your poison)

“I took enough pictures.” Said the photographer after a couple of hours, smiling at his model.

Kris looked at the guy in front of him, hair almost as black as coal and deep dark brown eyes, then stood up from the ground. He was used to being alone with other men, but the more he was with this human, the more he felt a weird feeling growing inside of him. He didn’t know how to name this sensation.

“May I go, then?” Kris asked.

“Yeah, sure. I’ll call you when the pictures are ready.” The photographer nodded. “If you need to recompose yourself, you can stay here, I’ll give you some privacy.”

“No, don’t worry. It’s ok.”

Kris glanced at the human, then went to the wardrobe area to change his clothes. He felt his eyes on his body. Why was he feeling so uncomfortable? God damn, he was a fucking succubus, he shouldn’t feel like this when a human was staring at him! Because that photographer was enchanted by his beauty, right? He should be.

But Kris perceived this specific human in a completely different way because he was looking at him differently, like he wanted to analyse him. Look right into his soul. If only he still had one.

* * *

Another night, another lover, another soul to bring closer to damnation. It didn’t matter if it was a male or a female human being. He still enjoyed the physical proximity, the skin-on-skin contact, the moans. He was still a demon that fed on pleasure and sexual intercourses.

But that night his mind flew to another place, even if the man above and inside him was extremely gorgeous and he liked how he moved and his attention on him. For a moment he saw that photographer instead of this random human. He didn’t even remember his name. But, just for a second, he imagined he was there, with him, loving him.

He closed his eyes and let an intense moan out. No, he needed to focus on this other man, on his soul, his job was to corrupt it. Thus, he closed the image of the photographer in a small and secluded corner of his mind and gave all his attention to this stranger.

At the same moment, not so far from where Kris was, that same photographer, whose name was Damon, was checking the photos he took of that beautiful and young man. His mind went back to a couple of days before when he had met him in a cafe in the centre of Ljubljana. He was alone at a table, his glance was wandering around observing the people in that place. Damon had noticed a trace of sombreness in his bright blue-greenish eyes.

He decided to approach him, talk to him, be friendly to him before asking him to take some pictures. The guy seemed kind, but there was a trace of sadness even in his voice. And he could see it even more in his photos. Kris, that was his name, was trying to be seductive, but that gloom was still perceivable behind his piercing look.

Damon stopped his scrolling on a photo where Kris was standing against a wall, head slightly tilted on a side, hair covering one of his eyes, an arm raised and bent behind his head. He was wearing a simple white shirt with long sleeves. His golden necklace with a purple heart was visible around his neck. The heart was hidden by the shirt, but he knew it was there because he had seen it.

Maybe he could contact him and try to talk to him to see if he could help him in some way. He seemed like he needed to talk to someone.

The next morning he tried to call him. Someone else answered the phone, he didn’t recognize the voice.

“Hello?”

“Hello. Is... is this Kris Guštin?” Damon asked.

“This is his phone, yes, but I’m a police officer.”

“A police officer? What happened?” He pressed, apprehension in his voice.

“The guy was arrested yesterday evening. He started a fight in a pub. He was completely wasted, high and drunk.”

Damon’s eyes opened widely. His face paled. “Is he still at the police station?”

“Yes. Are you a friend of his?”

“Kind of, yes.”

“You can come and take him away, if you want. He won’t be charged, he’s an habitue here.”

“I-I’m coming.” He quickly replied, then ended the call. An habitue? Drugs and alcohol? Was he so that deeply stuck in his bad situation?

He immediately went to the police station, without thinking twice about it. Kris was locked in a cell, alone and with handcuffs on his wrists. He looked like a model even in that moment, back laid against the wall, vacant eyes staring in front of him like he was lost in his own world. And that usual gloom in them.

“Your friend here came for you, Guštin.” Said the police officer.

The demon turned to look at him and was surprised to see the photographer. He stood up and got closer to the entrance of the cell. The police officer freed him from the handcuffs, then gave him his phone back and let him go with Damon.

“Thank you.” Whispered Kris once they got out of the police station. He let his phone slip inside one pocket in his trousers, then put his hands in his jacket pockets.

“I know you don’t know me, but what happened? Is... is everything ok?” Damon was more than worried, Kris could hear the concern in his words.

“Yes.” he replied. “Everything’s ok.”

“You used drugs. You drank, a lot. That’s not ok.”

“I’m fine.” He almost snarled at him, turning his head towards the photographer. “Why did you come, anyway?”

“I wanted to talk to you.” Damon explained. “You seemed lonely and sad. I was worried.”

Kris blinked and winced a bit. He was truly worried? His senses weren’t wrong, then.

“I’m... fine, I told you.”

“I know you don’t know me.” He repeated then continued. “But I’m here, if you want to talk to me.” The human smiled shyly, yet he could see friendliness in his eyes. He didn’t perceive any lust coming from him.

“Thanks.” He murmured.

* * *

In the next weeks Kris kept doing his job as succubus. Almost every day he had at least one new lover, male or female it didn’t matter. His sire chose each new prey for him and he couldn’t refuse.

But he also started going out with the photographer. He learned his name, Damon. He was a lovely person. He didn’t talk much, however he compensated for it with his presence. His closeness was uncomfortable at the beginning, but after a few times the demon started appreciating it.

The moments spent with Damon quickly became the most awaited ones for the succubus. He started laughing at his jokes, he talked more, he even shared some bits of his life, obviously he kept them pretty vague. He couldn’t tell him he was a demon. He needed this friendship. He missed being human, having friends to hang out with.

Kris loved when Damon talked about his job. He could almost physically touch the passion he radiated when explaining his art and his vision.

“And you saw all of this in me?”

“Yes. And even more.” Damon nodded, then looked at him. “There’s a whole world behind those sad eyes and I wanted to eternalize them.”

“A world behind them?”

“Yes. I see that you are happier since we started hanging out, but there’s always a shadow in them, sometimes it’s nearer, sometimes it’s in the back, but it’s always present, lurking around. There’s something in your life that makes you feel sad, that maybe you’d like to change but for some reason you can’t.” He gently touched one of Kris’s hands.

The demon was petrified. How...? He read right through him like an open book. Was it because he was an artist? Did artists like him have a different way of seeing life and people?

“I want you to know that I’m still here for you, if you want to talk about whatever is making you feel this lost.” Damon looked right into his eyes. Kris felt his heart falter.

He wanted to scream, to say out loud that he didn’t want to be a succubus anymore, that he was tired of being a slave and following every order his sire gave him, that he just wanted to become a human again, go back and not say “yes” to that contract. His mouth opened to speak, but no sounds left it.

Damon was human. He wouldn’t understand. He would probably think that he was crazy, that drugs and alcohol destroyed his mind and his ability to think with clarity. He was his little happy bubble in between a huge red and black world overruled by pain, suffering and damnation.

“It’s... complicated, Damon. Too complicated.” He whispered in the end, closing his eyes. A tear ran down his face, but never reached his chin because a gentle touch caught it.

“When you are ready, Kris.” Damon murmured with a tender voice. “Only when you are ready. I’ll wait, even years, if it’s necessary for you to be comfortable enough to speak about it.”

Kris startled and sobbed. His heart was hit by an invisible dagger. How could a human soul be so kind? How could two creatures so different like them meet? Damon behaved like a blessed soul from heaven with him, a damned soul transformed into a being of corruption.

Damon took Kris into his arms and gently stroked his hair. The succubus grabbed his shirt, he was his safety net and he didn’t want to let him go.

But he had to. His sire called him that evening and he punished him for behaving like a pathetic child with that human. This time he had three lovers, three muscular men. He felt stronger, the energy radiating from them was so delicious and so invigorating that he had to close his eyes because his head was spinning, but they were rough and violent with him. And so went on for seven days.

Damon saw Kris again a week after their last afternoon together. He appeared in front of his door during a night storm, completely wet and with a tired, distant look in his eyes.

“Kris, what happened?” He immediately asked.

“Can-can I come in?” Kris replied, his voice was trembling and his entire figure was shaking. He wrapped his own arms around his body.

Damon let him in, closing the door behind him, then rushed to get a big towel from the bathroom. He put it around Kris while guiding him to the couch. He sat down next to him.

“Dear, what happened?” He asked again.

Kris slowly showed his trembling arm, the interior part of his forearm was filled with small red holes, clearly signs of syringe pricks. His hand was twitching. Damon turned white.

“Who did this to you?” He pressed, extremely concerned. “You need to go to a hospital, right now, you could have an overd-”

“I’m fine.” Kris managed to say. “I-I will be. Few hours.”

Kris moved his arm nearer to his body, but Damon grabbed his wrist with care. “You could die.”

He shook his head vehemently. “I won’t die. I can’t die. Not like this.”

“Kris, you are a human being, drugs can kill y-”

“Stop worrying about me!” he shouted. “I will be fine.” He repeated it like a mantra. If he kept saying these words, they would become true eventually, wouldn’t they?

He closed his eyes. “P-please, I just need a safe place to stay. You... you are the only person I know here.”

Damon let him take a shower, a long and hot one. He also lent him some dry clothes and prepared some food for him. Kris ate without saying a word while keeping his eyes low. His hands suffered less spams, the drugs’ effects were dissolving pretty quickly.

Damon continued observing Kris. The summer storm outside didn’t give any sign of wanting to calm down, in that moment there was a bright lightning and a loud thunder. The thunderbolt lighted up the whole room and Damon noticed a weird shadow around Kris, like he had some sort of wings closed behind his back. He shook his head, he must have been tired to see things that didn’t exist.

An hour later Kris was sleeping in Damon’s bed, his face was more relaxed. Damon was totally awake on the other side of the bed. He was observing the younger man. He didn’t see anything else weird on him, but he remembered he noticed some weird shadows in some of the pictures he took months ago.

Damon grabbed his laptop, opened it and searched for those photos. He observed them attentively and he saw something indeed. In some of them the “wings” were barely visible, but they were there. In other pictures he saw weird horns rise from his forehead. In some others there was some sort of tail around Kris.

They were just shadows or reflections, but those elements were there. Was this possible? Or was it a weird coincidence? Kris didn’t have wings or a tail, or even horns! He turned to look at him while he was sleeping. Should he ask Kris what was that?

Damon put away his laptop and laid down, turned towards Kris. In the dim light of the room he examined him: he seemed relaxed and peaceful while he was resting, he couldn’t see anything weird on him. Could he really be some supernatural creature? While he kept thinking about this possibility, he slowly drifted off, the tiredness winning on his restless whirl of thoughts.

#damkris #kris guštin #annies writes #my writing #joker out fanfic #joker out #kad nemam tebe sa mnom su moji demoni

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theraggedygirl11 · 3 months

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Kad nemam tebe sa mnom su moji demoni

Part 2

PAIRING: Kris Guštin/Damon Baker

WARNINGS: (kinda implied) drug and alcohol abuse, implied non-con (not between Kris/Damon), sex (not too explicit), hurt/comfort, angst/fluff, swearing

WORDS COUNT: 2.713

LINK: AO3

NOTES: Still thanking @anxious-witch for beta-reading it!

This is the second and last chapter. There's still angst, but things get better, trust the process!

The next day Damon woke up before Kris and decided to make a good breakfast for him. It was easier to talk to him when he had his stomach filled with good food. He brought a tray with the breakfast in the bedroom, then tried to gently wake up his friend.

Kris opened his eyes and the first thing he saw was Damon’s face with a soft smile. “Good morning, beautiful.”

The demon stretched and yawned. “You know I hate that nickname.” He mumbled.

“I know, but it suits you. The other one is princess, so...”

He laughed a bit. “Princess is cuter.” That smile disappeared immediately after. They were behaving like a couple, but they weren’t one. They couldn’t be one.

Damon grabbed a huge tray with cookies, pancakes, a hot coffee and a glass of orange juice. A sumptuous breakfast which he didn’t deserve.

“I-It’s too much, Damon.”

“It’s all for you, Kris. You need to eat after whatever happened to you yesterday.” He was deadly serious.

Kris sat up and started eating. He was starving. Well, he didn’t need that kind of food, but it was still a guilty pleasure he had, a memory of his long-lost human life. In the meantime, Damon kept stroking his hair with a gentle touch.

For some moments their eyes met. Damon’s were filled with concern and kindness. Kris’s were lost, that usual gloom was now leaning towards despair.

Damon’s hand cupped Kris’s face. “I’d like to talk about something with you.”

Kris lowered his eyes. “W-What do you want to talk about?” And mentally he was begging whichever deity to not talk about the day before. He didn’t want to revive it.

“I saw something strange around you yesterday. And on the photos of you I took months ago.”

“W-What did you see?”

“You had wings. And I saw them yesterday too, right after that thunderbolt. They are like shadows behind your back. What... what is this? Are you some kind of supernatural creature?”

Kris went pale and his eyes opened wide. “W-Wings?”

Damon nodded, then took his laptop and showed him a couple of pictures.

Kris’s world collapsed under his feet. He made every effort to keep his true nature hidden from humans, but a simple photographer was able to capture them in his amazing photos.

His sire would be furious. “Delete them.” He said immediately, panic in his voice. “Cancel every picture you have of me. Now.”

“Kris, what’s wrong? You came here last night high on drugs, you should have been dead and instead you are here, eating breakfast. I’m not crazy, I saw those wings, and even a weird tail. What-”

“Forget everything you saw.” He snarled. Panic now had completely taken over his mind.

“No.” His voice was imperative. “I won’t forget nor delete anything. You are one of my dearest friends, and maybe even something more. I want to help you because I lov-”

“Don’t you dare say those words! You barely know me.” Kris replied with a stirred-up voice.

“And in these months you became so special to me. I care about you, deeply. I lov-” Damon tried to say again.

“You can’t love creatures like me!” Kris shouted interrupting Damon, tears in his eyes while standing up from the bed. “What you are feeling is not love, can’t you fucking understand?!” He felt his heart shrink. “I can’t be loved, whatever you are feeling for me...can’t be real.” He shook his head while squeezing his eyes to not let other tears escape from them.

“It’s you the one who doesn’t understand. Just because you lost yourself and you put up a bad boy attitude, you aren’t impossible to love.” Damon said, standing up and approaching him. His voice was uncomfortably soft. Even tender. “I don’t care who or what you are, Kris. I lov-”

Kris felt a chain winding tighter and tighter around his neck. His sire was calling him.

“Stop it.” He hissed, trying to sound aggressive. “Shut up! You don’t understand, you will never understand!” He shouted again. “I made my own hell, I created it and I can’t escape it.”

Damon observed those teary eyes. He saw once more that sadness, that desolation, that turmoil he noticed while looking at the pictures he took. He saw a caged animal, resigned by its condition, a shy request to be put down because only death could release it from the pain its chains and bars were causing.

“There’s always a way out, Kris.” He cupped his face and gently stroked his cheeks covered in tears.

Kris shook his head again. “Not from the situation I put myself into, years ago.” He then turned and ran away from Damon, from his only friend’s house, more tears escaping from his eyes. He didn’t care he was wearing only a t-shirt and some underwear.

He couldn’t be loved. He was a succubus. He had been a human in the past, then met a demon and sold him his soul because he wanted to be young and beautiful forever. He didn’t realise what he was agreeing to at that time, he was young and the demon charmed him with that promise. He had been created to inspire lust in humans, to bring them to perdition, to damn their souls for his sire.

He opened his wings to fly away but stumbled and fell on the ground instead. The chain around his neck appeared, tight and heavy as always.

“Where are you going, darling? We have work to do today.” His sire was right in front of him. Kris lifted his eyes from the ground. “I’m glad how you handled that poor and delusional human. He was just distracting you from your job.”

“Y-yes, sire.” He swallowed his saliva that burned down his throat like he just ingested poison. He stood up and tried not to show that he was shaking.

“You are a good boy, my little Kris.” He sneered malignantly and petted his head like he was a dog.

“P-please... I can’t do it anymore...” Kris begged him. He was crying. “P-please-!”

“You should have thought a century ago before signing my contract, then.”

* * *

In the next few days, Damon tried any possible way to contact Kris, but he never answered. Not even once. It seemed that he disappeared into thin air, like he never existed at all. He even tried to go to the places where they usually hung out together, but he found no trace of him.

At home he kept looking at Kris’s photos. He wasn’t scared of the existence of supernatural creatures, no. He knew Kris, he wasn’t afraid of him. He...loved him? He certainly felt a special connection with him since he first saw him in that cafe months before.

Yeah, he was deadly gorgeous, he admitted it multiple times in his mind, but it was those melancholic eyes that really captured and bewitched him. He wanted to dive into them, get lost in their amazing blue-greenish colour.

His mind showed him that memory when he straddled Kris’s laps to put some golden make-up around his eyes to take some pictures of him. He remembered his smile, his laugh, his feeble attempts to move him, the lightness of that moment between them really made Kris shine. For a moment they both locked their eyes, Damon’s as dark as coal and Kris’s as bright as the ocean around tropical islands. Damon wanted to kiss him so bad, but he forced himself to throw away that thought and to continue what he was doing.

He missed him. A lot. His heart seemed to have lost a piece since he vanished. He needed to find him again, so he started doing his research about creatures with horns, bat wings and some sort of tail. When he finally found something, he had an idea. And he hoped it worked.

Some days after Kris found himself sitting on the end of a pier. He was staring at the horizon, the sun was setting and its light stained the water with shades of red, orange and yellow. A very romantic view indeed. Damon would have loved to take some pictures, he thought.

“Stand up, you have been requested.” His sire appeared right behind him.

“Someone requested me? Personally?” He asked.

“Yes, my lovely Kris. And you’ll definitely like him.” He sneered. “Come on, he’s waiting for you.”

When they arrived at the appointed place of the meeting and Kris saw who his new lover for the night was, he petrified.

“No, no, no, please, I can’t do it with him...” He started begging his sire. “He-”

“Yes, it’s your lovely photographer.” The demon looked at Kris, sneering. “He wanted you, he asked specifically for you, Kris. And you’ll give him what he requested.” He grabbed his chain and drew him closer. “You’ll comply without asking further questions, ok?”

Kris was shaking, but he gave up. “Y-yes, sire.” He replied, closing his eyes and nodding.

“Good boy. He has a soul so pure and you have the honour to start corrupting it. Now go on and do your fucking job, bitch.”

When Damon noticed Kris approaching him, he showed a tender smile on his face. “You are here.”

“Why?” The succubus asked. “Why did you ask for me?”

Damon cupped his face and looked him in the eyes. “Because it was the only way I had to see you again.”

“B-but your soul-”

“I don’t care about it. I won’t go to heaven anyway. And I don’t want to go there if you are not with me.”

“You don’t know what you are asking for, Damon.”

He gently stroked Kris’s cheeks. “I don’t care.” He repeated. “You are here, that’s the only thing that matters, now.” He then grabbed one of his hands. “Come home.”

Kris let Damon escort him to his bedroom. Nothing changed in that place since he last saw it.

The photographer made Kris sit on his bed, then straddled him and hugged him tightly. “I-I missed you so much...” He whispered with a shaking voice.

Kris responded and hugged him too. He closed his eyes. He was relieved that he could have a peaceful night, but he felt guilty because that meant only one thing, that he was about to ruin him, his only friend. And he didn’t want to.

Damon stroked his hair and kissed him on the forehead.

“Do what you have to do, Kris.” He whispered and looked at him right in his eyes. “I only hope this night will be a good one for you.”

In that moment their lips touched slightly. Damon wasn’t demanding anything, he was just leaving Kris in control. He moved his hands on Damon’s back while kissing him with more passion.

They kissed and kissed, slowly undressing each other. The clothes fell on the floor of the room, one after the other. Kris gently pushed Damon and made him lay down on the bed.

“Show me your true form, Kris.” He whispered, breathless. “Please. I’d like to see you, the real you.”

This request surprised Kris. But Damon was his master for that night and he couldn’t refuse. He took a deep breath, then let his true form change his appearance: in his hair two black curved horns popped up, on his back two black bat wings opened, a tail with an arrowhead end began moving behind him, his teeth and his nails became sharp and pointed.

Damon cupped his face and observed his demonic aspect. “You, wonderful, magnificent creature.” He whispered.

“I’m not magnificent.” He shut his eyes.

“Yes, you are. In this form and in your human one.” He caressed his cheeks with gestures filled with love and kindness. “My love, look at me, please. I want to get lost in those gorgeous blue eyes of yours.”

And the demon opened wide his eyes. No one treated him like Damon was doing. He was so used to being mistreated and abused by his lovers that tears invaded his eyes. Damon noticed his reaction and hugged him, making him lay over his body. He gently stroked his hair again.

“It’s ok, Kris. Everything’s ok. You are safe here.” He whispered with a tender voice.

How was he worthy of this? He was a demon, he was a damned soul, he didn’t deserve this heaven. And he was about to destroy this human. How could he be this cruel? He raised his head and met Damon’s eyes. He leaned forward and kissed Kris.

Every new kiss led to caresses and to intertwined souls guided by pleasure. Moans, whines, names gently whispered by breathless voices, bodies sliding against bedsheets and against each other were the only sounds in that room. Both reached their climax at the same time.

Kris crumbled on top of Damon, his limbs unable to keep him above his lover. He felt strong and exhausted simultaneously.

He raised his head and met Damon’s eyes, filled with fulfilment and something else he had difficulties to identify.

“My beautiful, ravishing demon.” He said, smiling. He kissed him again on his lips, tenderly. “My demon, my muse, I love you.”

Kris’s body stiffened. He heard a scream in his head, a roaring “no!” from his sire. His chains materialised around his neck and his master appeared in the room with the other end of the chains on his hand.

Damon observed the scene, confused and a little bit scared. He turned to the newcomer. “What-”

“How dare you?!” The other demon shouted. He was about to tug Kris, but the links broke and turned into dust. “No!” Kris’s contract appeared, levitating between his demon sire and the bed, then immediately burned down.

Kris felt free. He quickly touched his neck, there was no trace of the chains. But was he truly free?

His sire was furious. Kris engaged in a defensive stance, ready to protect Damon from the other demon, but he only threw a rageful glance at his former slave and in the end disappeared in a red cloud of smoke.

“What just happened?” Damon asked, visibly confused.

Kris turned to the photographer. “I think you freed me from my sire. He made me a succubus, a century ago.” He simply answered, still trying to process these last moments. “I don’t feel his control over me anymore.”

Damon giggled a bit, then cupped Kris’s face. “Love really is the strongest feeling. It rescued a demon.” Then kissed him on the lips. “My demon.”

* * *

“Hurry up! We are going to be late for the photoshoot!” Damon shouted from outside the bathroom where Kris was preparing himself.

He started living with Damon right after his liberation, also because he had nowhere to go, his home was in hell and he didn’t want to go back there, unless it was necessary. He was now a free succubus, no one controlled him. Besides, their love protected his now boyfriend from corruption, his soul was still immaculate.

“I didn’t know vanity was a characteristic of your kind of demons.” Damon giggled. He was at the door of the room, leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed against his chest.

Kris looked at him through the mirror, smiling. “I’m still a demon and my appearance is my pride.” He replied.

“Come on, vanity demon, the guys are already waiting for us.”

“Who are we meeting today? I don’t remember their name.”

“Oh, it’s a local band. It’s called Joker Out.”

“What a dumb name.” He giggled.

“Try and say this in front of them, then we’ll see their reaction. The singer might punch your pretty face.”

Kris shook his head, then went with Damon to the place they chose for the shooting.

* * *

Hi, my name is Kris. I’m a demon, a succubus to be precise. I was once a human, but over a century ago I sold my soul to a demon lord, my former master. I was a slave for him, but a human freed me thanks to his love. This human is now my boyfriend, we live and work together. His name is Damon. I have been free for 365 days and today Damon and I celebrate our first year together. I am grateful for my new life.

#damkris #kris guštin #annies writes #my writing #joker out fanfic #joker out #kad nemam tebe sa mnom su moji demoni

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