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(Inspired by the comic Satan and Me)
The man appeared adorned in black as far as Shion could tell. It was dark in his bedroom after all. The only thing he could really make out about the man was his glowing red eyes.
His smile was bright, and he tilted his head slightly in content. “Who ordered you to watch out for me?”
“Your mother. She’ll be gone by morning.” His illuminated eyes narrowed.
“No! I’ll-”
“You humans are so idiotic. Why would she make a deal if she wasn’t ready to die? Part of the deal was that I wouldn’t let you exchange your soul for hers.” Slight tears gathered in the young man’s eyes.
“Why would she…”
“Enough with the sappy shit. It was obviously because you were dying. You weren’t going to get better, you had barely a week left, kid. Now stop your bawling and go back to sleep or something.” Shion shook his head, reaching for the lamp. He wanted to see the man who had taken his mother away from him.
“Careful!” The man hissed, able to see the boy’s movement without the help of the lamp. He was about to-
THUMP.
Shion felt a pair of arms wrapped around him, protecting him from the hardwood floor beneath his bed.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?! You still don’t have very much movement of your body! What made you think you could attempt that?” Shion felt oddly embarrassed.
“Aren’t you supposed to be like a demon or something? I would’ve been fine. Just a little hurt.”
“Shion, I have a pole lodged in my back right now, I’d suggest you shut up.