"In demonology Amaymon (also called 'The Whisperer') is a Prince of Hell, and according to some grimoires, the only one who has power on Asmodai, the demon of lust."
At the very beginning you've willingly chosen to be ignorant, oblivious to that swiftly unfolding spider's web you've been getting yourself tangled into. It felt like the best thing to do. Just to let the things flow freely and try not to think too much about it.
Now you can't even recall the moment you looked around and found yourself trapped. The moment you understood what you've gotten yourself into. When you started to struggle, only to realize that it is already too late.
And eventually you gave up. You let it go.
"You said you'd teach me what it means to be human. I don't think you're even trying."
Whispers in the dark keep you awake even when you're alone; little reminders of where you really belong. He puts you on a long leash, but a leash nonetheless, somehow managing to make you feel observed all the time. How many times did you toss a look over your shoulder today, not being able to ignore the feeling of his presence behind your back? And, what is even more important, have anyone noticed?
"My poor, poor little brother, how come everyone hates you so much? They want you dead. Everyone wants you dead. Except me; I'd kill them all for you if only you asked me to."
He seems to love the sound of your bones breaking. You have nothing left to give him except struggling and screaming and all these "I don't want to"s and "why are you doing this to me"s, but he takes it nonetheless, delighted with any reaction he's able to force out of you if only it's intense enough for his liking. Holding back only makes him push a little harder, cut a little deeper, so you don't even try. Not anymore.
"Say that you love me, little brother. I know you do. I know you do…"
You curse him, if you're still conscious enough to pull the words together. You send him to hell and beyond, trash and scream how much you hate him… but this is precisely what frightens you the most about him: he can't tell the difference. Love, hate, it doesn't matter; either way you end up chained to him, addicted to whatever he's doing to you. He already has your body, soul and mind to play with – why would he care about anything else?
"Eventually I'll make you either leave me or die, because that's what I always do to whoever gets close to me."
But there are those rare moments of tranquility, when you just lay in your bed, tangled into one another, listening to each other's breathing, his fingers gently intertwined with yours, warm breath fanning the side of your neck. I love you he says, and help me show you, and that tears you apart more than anything. What has ever happened to him to leave him so broken, so terribly disturbed? What have these blue eyes seen that made them as lifeless as they are? You can't help but wonder. And you treasure those moments despite yourself, these tiny bits of affection you wish you've never received.
Because everything would be so much easier if you could really hate him.
Author's rambling: sorry for the mistakes, I'm not native and I don't have a beta etc etc. Hope you liked it though. I came up with it at the cinema, while watching "Don't be afraid of the dark"... I know, I'm strange... I was just too scared and had to make my brain busy with something.
AmaiRin needs more love. Yandere!Amaimon needs more love, damn it!
Feel free to point out any grammar mistakes. I'd appreciate that.