Mathias P.O.V

Three weeks ago, I woke up face-to-face with ruby red eyes. I gave a shriek of fear and pushed myself up instantly only to see a demon - a beautiful demon, if that was even possible to say. (that is a bold assumption. A correct one, perhaps, but bold)

I continued to stare at it, or him - did they even have genders? Heck, I didn't even think they existed!Our eyes stared into each others'. Slowly I pulled away from his gaze and scanned him: pale blonde hair, one side pinned back by a black cross; a crimson red shirt with a black waist coat and black tight-fitting pants; quickly glancing up to his head, he had horns, but no tail.

"Well well... seems like someone has finally woken up,"

"Are you -?"

"Yes, I am a demon. Well, your demon now~" He emphasised "your" and winked.

"Wait? Wha..." I was confused even more.

"I'm Lukas. Your personal demon." Lukas reached for something in his pocket, took out a card that was engulfed with flames and gave it to me. "I am here for the rest of your" he emphasised the "your" again, "life, 24 hours, 7 days a week, until you die. Still don't understand? Basically demons apparently have jobs to make humans life miserable and suffer-able they get assigned to human and have to follow them making sure they have a bad day; so basically it's like living with a bully, if I had to put it in simple words."

Lukas even comes with me to college. No one else can see him so I guess that's good, but it doesn't make me look good - people think I'm crazy, talking to myself.

I hummed a happy upbeat tune softly; Lukas told me to shut up cause it was annoying and "too happy" but I just kept humming to myself. I was going to enjoy my day and not let the demon beside me ruin it. I did have good days, even with Lukas around.

I was getting used to having the demon by my side and I don't know if that's good or not.

During my classes he would switch out my text books with porn magazines (a classic move he always seems to do); later he'd pull my pants down in the corridor and later still, he'd make me miss my mouth as I tried to eat my food. Oh, such joyous times. However he was much different today.

"Lukas? You seem different? Is everything alright?" I whispered quietly as he floated beside me.

"Peachy." he muttered sourly.

"Well, okay, usually would of done another nasty prank to me..." I mumbled.

Honestly, demons are complicated creatures. Or is it just him? I'll never know. And it's not like I care: he pulls pranks on me. Never going to care about him. I guess.

Once we were home I didn't see him until I was going to bed. He looked like a miserable git, clearly something was on his mind. Right now he would be putting snakes or spiders in my bed, ice in my pyjamas, or something! He would cackle and howl with laughter. But no: he was laying in my bed acting like a teenage girl going through something depressing.

"Lukas, can you get out my bed please?" I asked politely.

"No..." he grumbled.

"Lukas, move. I need to sleep." I shook his shoulder.

"No..." The same reply again.

"Lukas I-don't-know-your-last-name, get out of my bed!" I started to pull on his arm, instantly letting go as I felt flames crawling up my hand. "Okay we'll share my bed, just budge over for me," I sighed, getting into bed.

I could feel him move and heat radiate off his slender body. I reached out my hand to stroke his pale blonde locks, smiling a little to myself. Usually Lukas wouldn't let me touch him in certain places, like his hair for instance, so as I stroked I feel myself start to worry for the creature. He wasn't acting like himself and that scared me to be honest.

I was worried for a evil creature that wants to ruin my life. What is wrong with me?

I guess I started to see him as a friend: he lives with me and he can be kind; he pulls pranks. He's kinda like a friend in general really.

My hand moved up to stroke his horns and when I was just a fingertip away, Lukas turned over to face me, eyes shining, bloody red and glaring. He doesn't like it when you touch his horns.

"Don't touch or you will wake up with a little gift." His words were harsh and my hand instantly covered my crotch: I knew what he meant and I was not willing to lose that.

Lukas fell asleep in matter of moments although I wasn't sure if he was sleeping. I've never really seen him sleep I guess it's some form of mediation or acting. As I fell asleep I quickly fell into a dream of me and Lukas.

The demon was tied down to a table, stripped naked and crying a river, shouting and screaming but he wasn't a demon, he was human and a young teenager. He couldn't see me.

Two men - one tall and the other smaller, in white clothes stained with blood - walked over to the table with sharp and shiny objects clearly for operating and dissecting. The two men started to speak but I couldn't hear them, which really annoyed me. I wanted to know what was happening.

A sudden flame appeared surrounding Lukas. The men in white were scared and started to chuck water over the flames, causing them to stop - not put them out but they stopped and froze as if time had stopped. The colours from the once-bright flames turned to a dark dull grey. A whisper of demonic language and snarling came from where Lukas was. I tried to step closer but I couldn't! It was like an invisible barrier was stopping me. I banged my hands on the invisible barrier...Nothing happened.

A couple minutes later the frozen grey fire had vanished into thin air. The men didn't seem to remember what had happened and approached the naked teen, to cut him up or whatever they meant to do to him. A sound of snapping rope took my attention away from the men and brought it to Lukas, who had somehow managed to break free...and change.

He was growing horns and his skin was paler than before, eyes shinning ruby red like the first time I had met him. In a flash he grabbed the taller male in white and bit his arm. The man let out a pained scream; Lukas had ripped off his right arm, holding it in his mouth, blood dripping onto the floor and onto Lukas himself. Lukas then shoved the torn off arm down the other small male's throat making him choke.

Watching the teenage Lukas act like this was different and shocking to me. I threw up in my mouth only to spit it out as I see Lukas bite into the the small man's stomach, ripping out his organs as he tore into him like a buffet. The taller man in white ran and Lukas laughed as his arm turned to fire, extending out and grabbing the runaway doctor and setting him alight in bright flashing colours.

After Lukas was done he ran out of the now bloody room and into a prison, calling out a name: "Emil". He kept running and I followed, the barrier trapping me magically gone.

He stopped outside one certain cell. Inside, a child around 8- or 9-years-old laid on the grey cobble ground in rags, his hair shining platinum blonde, similar to Lukas', and violet eyes.

"Emil, I saved us! Let's go!" Lukas opened the cell door and approached the child, who screamed.

I sat up quickly, screaming, breathing heavily, and in a cold sweat. What was that? I don't know, it seemed too real to be a dream.

I glanced at the time: 3:00 AM. I looked at Lukas, still "asleep".

According to him demons don't sleep, but enter what is known as the "Past", a mystical realm. It's a place where they relive who they used to be, or their worst nightmares.

A painful, dark place...It makes them remember why they should be dicks - or should I say jerks? - to humans, making them suffer and miserable...Just to make them alright.

Lukas P.O.V

The next morning was Saturday. As a demon I don't really believe in time and dates. We were told it's a concept for humans to understand what needs to be done and not get out of hand. I don't really care about them.

Mathias was still asleep when I "woke up". I watched him sighing softly. It must be nice to be human...I kinda forgot what it was like. Being with Mathias made me feel a little human...I guess it was that I was starting to like him romantically - although what hurts is that I know he wouldn't and/or doesn't like me back: He's in love with his friend Gilbert.

Once Mathias was awake he seemed different but I didn't ask or say anything. He made me coffee like always. I loved how he made it; before I never liked it, but when the human made it, it was good. One of the reasons why I like him.

After a while, Mathias looked at me, curiosity in his ocean blue eyes.

"Who's Emil?"

I froze. He shouldn't know that name.