Demon!Risotto x Incubus!Abbacchio + Flowy White Shirt + Candelabra
Welp, Tumblr ate the ask as I stated to answer. 🙃 But anon requested:
Risotto x Abbacchio + Demon/Incubi Flowy white shirts and candelabras
Thank you for this request! This is my first time writing anything demon/incubus. I hope it turned out ok and I hope you enjoy it, Anon! 💕
Content Warnings: None. This one’s SFW. 💕
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Time to start another day.
Nero stands from his bed to stretch. The muscles along his broad shoulders and strong arms ripple lightly. After running a hand through his silver hair, he throws on a shirt. The white cloth flutters as he slides his arms into the sleeves then he laces the chest.
Same as yesterday and the day before, he walks the halls of his manor. He stops to open every single window. With each one, he takes a moment to breathe in the sea air. The feel and sound of the sea breeze is a welcome contrast to the stillness within his home.
Upon reaching the kitchen, he opens the pantry. He finds it fully stocked, same as yesterday and the day before. He assumes it's part of the enchantment upon his forced home. A curse rather, all intended to keep him alive and imprisoned long enough to serve his sentence. With his prepared breakfast in hand, he enters the dining hall.
Chairs surround the large dining table but he sits alone. The empty, apathetic seats mock him. They await the company he’ll never keep. They stare at him as futile sentries, their purpose merely to be a cruel joke that Nero stopped laughing at long ago.
He eats out of necessity. Any pleasure from the action faded long ago. Now only a mere habit, he consumes the food before him but he will never again know what it feels like to be sated. All part of his punishment to be exiled to emptiness within and without.
After the meal is finished, he sits at a window. With crimson and black eyes, he gazes at the surf and the water that spreads as far as he can see. He watches the Black-Tailed Gulls as they fly. His heart lifts at their sight. Any envy, disdain or hatred of them passed ages ago. Instead, he takes joy from their beautiful flight. Holding anger towards such a gift as freedom would be like breaking his own arm in hopes to stifle their flight. Nero has infinite time to sit, observe and think. By now, hatred is beyond him. Instead, the small joys in life are precious. That is, if you can call this existence a life or living. This prison that his home, his own body has become is more than he can bare. Yet he does. Every day. Same as yesterday and the day before.
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When the day is over, Nero takes a lit candelabra to his bedchambers. He sets it down at the nightstand and blows out the candles. As the moonlight floods into the dark room, his pupils dilate in search of light, leaving only a thin ring of red iris. Stepping to the window, he dwells a for a precious moment to look at the bright moon above. He notes how free she is but always trapped in her orbit. The comparison brings comfort as his thoughts drift to his own cage. He reaches out to close the window, but draws back his hand, thinking better of it. Tonight, he’ll indulge himself and enjoy the company of the moon, a fellow prisoner.
Nero lays in his bed with eyes closed, same as last night and the night before, but he’s hopeful. Maybe tonight, he’ll be blessed with a dream, something that would be an escape from the unending loneliness that is his existence.
When Nero’s breath steadies, a tall figure appears in the bedroom window. His long white hair falls free, draping his shoulders and ending at his mid chest. Lavender horns adorn him, starting above his temples and sweeping back to form a crown upon his head. Pale grey wings fold behind him.
Quiet as a breeze, the incubus approaches the bed. His purple to yellow ombre eyes observe the figure laying before him. The man lays still with one hand on his chest that slowly, evenly rises and falls. The intruder licks his lavender lips to satiate his salivating. His excitement is piqued. It’s been a while since he had such a handsome meal as this.
The intruder reaches a clawed hand towards his prey and the man under him opens his eyes. The incubus startles to find that the eyes staring back at him are red amongst pools of black. The incubus knew there was a chance his meal may wake up, but he didn’t expect to have eyes like this looking at him. He suspects that he’s made a grave mistake. Is this the home of an elder demon?
“Has death finally come for me? I’ve awaited you long enough.” Nero speaks to the man above him without an ounce of surprise. The words leave Nero’s lips with a gravelly voice that’s also a bit hoarse, unaccustomed to addressing someone.
“W-What are you?” The horned being asks as fascination starts to consume the fear that initially fueled his question.
“You’re in my home. I’ll ask the questions.” Nero props himself up on his elbows to have a better look at the handsome being before him. With a glance, Nero recognizes what kind of creature this is. “Why are you here, incubus?”
Knowing demons can be cunning, the horned being chooses his words carefully. “I’m hungry.” It’s a simple reply.
“I’m lonely.” It’s an honest reply. Nero searches the being’s face. “Share a meal with me and I’ll be your meal.”
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