Crazy For a Demonic Romance

~Chapter 8~


"... Is it safe, my Lady?"

"Yes, Clauddy dear. We can head home now."

Grell stood up, and pulled the chair out from his desk, and a very uncomfortable Claude Faustus moved out from under the desk, before standing up and straightening his back. He turned to Grell, and gave a small grin, before coming in to kiss the reaper. But to his suprise, the reaper placed a hand on his lips, his eyes a little more sharp than normal. "Claude," he said in a serious tone. The ravenette arched an eyebrow, confused. "Forgive me for pointing this out, but there's a big, hideous, black spider on your nose." The demon stood up straight again, his yellow eyes turning in towards his nose, and Grell suppressed a giggle at the adorable cross-eyed expression on Claude's face as he acknowledged the spider that had been resting on his face. The ravenette awkwardly reached up, and let the spider crawl into the palm of his hand, before letting it down on the ground again. He looked back to Grell, and was amused when the redhead almost immediately tugged him down to capture his lips. The kiss was fleeting, just enough to hold them over as they left the Reaper Library. Grell created a portal, and the two headed back to the Trancy mansion, leaving only a stack of completed work and a few spiders in their wake.

"Hey, honey, would you get dinner going? I'm going to head outside for a bit," Grell suggested. The demon bowed, and reluctantly headed into the kitchen. The reaper headed upstairs and walked into his room, feeling a trace of guilt for lying to his beloved. He entered the number for the Phantomhive mansion and gulped, before holding the phone to his ear. He did this once a month, usually with his own phone, of course, just to see if Sebastian or Ciel would answer. He felt awkward doing this with Claude in the house, and rather guilty, as well, but...

ring... ring...

... No answer. As always.

"Mistress."

Grell squealed with suprise, dropping the phone as he whirled around. "Claude?! I told you to make dinner!" he complained. He then noticed the expression on Claude's face - the eyes in a red glare, his lips in a frown, and his eyebrows creased. He was furious.

"He can't have you," the demon hissed, walking over to the redhead. Grell gasped as Claude took him by the shoulders and slammed him back into the wall, making his head throb with pain and disorienting him slightly. "No one else can have you. You're mine, Grell Sutcliff. All mine. If you think that you can run away to Michaelis, then I'm afraid you're sorely mistaken. Your body, your heart, your soul, they all belong to me. Understand?"

The redhead gave a weak, shaky nod, honestly scared for his life in that moment. The demon released him, and the redhead sank to the ground, quivering slightly from the incident. He looked up at Claude, wanting reassurance that the demon wasn't angry at him, but this time, he got none. The demon only turned, and started to stalk away, that same expression still written on his face.

The reaper's heart was hammering in his chest, and the reaper once more remembered facts.

Claude is a demon.


Some things can never be disproven. The sky is blue, objects fall down, the earth orbits the sun, and demons are very possessive creatures. Once they've set themselves on something that they've established as theirs, they don't want another being to even touch it. A demon cannot be taught to 'share.' And Claude Faustus, who had never wanted one specific soul before in his life, was now craving Grell Sutcliff's soul... and more.

Rrrriiiip!

Five lines in the walls showed up as Claude scraped his demonic claws against them, grinding his teeth together as he stormed through the mansion. He was livid with anger, an unknown emotion boiling inside his chest. He recognized the number that Grell had entered into the phone, and before he knew it, images of Sebastian laying his hands on the redhead had crossed his mind. Just like how Ciel Phantomhive had been stolen from him. Just like how Alois thought that Sebastian was better than him.

'Mm, Sebastian...'

No. He's mine. No one else can have him. Not Michaelis, nor any other being who dares try to take him from me. Grell Sutcliff belongs to me, and me alone!

Crash!

As a vase shattered, Claude only found his rage building. Grell wanted Sebastian more. That had always been the case. Hell, who had ever chosen him over Sebastian?

"Claude!"

The demon tensed, stiffening completely when he found himself hugged from behind. "I'm sorry, honey! I didn't mean to upset you! I got over Sebas-ch- er, Sebastian - a long time ago! I promise, he won't ever take me away from you. I... it's become a habit to call, just to see if anyone answers... but I don't need them to entertain me anymore, because I..." The reaper's voice dropped, and Claude's eyes widened as he heard the breathy whisper, "I love you, Clauddy, my darling..."

So soon. This reaper gives out affection so carelessly, unaware of how grotesque of an action is to a demon such as myself. There's a word for people like him, but... I'm glad. If he's this clingy to me, he won't be able to contract with anyone else. He's yours, Faustus. Stop being paranoid. The demon sighed, and swiped his tongue over his lips, closing his eyes. I must be getting this way because it's been so long since my last good feast...

"Claude... say something," Grell whispered. "Please."

"... I intend to make one hell of a feast out of you," the demon husked, turning around. The way he looked at Grell made a chill run through the reaper's entire body. It was a ravenous expression, the same one that Claude had displayed as he devoured the lesser soul that it had been Grell's intention to take. As though he wanted nothing more than to take the reaper whole then and there. As a matter of fact, the look almost made Grell give himself to the demon out of his longing for forgiveness.

Not yet.

Not until Claude has said he loves me back.


That night, Grell cuddled up as close to Claude as possible, and the demon sighed, draping an arm over the redhead's body. "Mistress," the demon sighed, giving a tired blink. "The next time you have a reaping, I-"

"Yes." Claude looked down at the reaper, suprised, but the redhead only smiled back at him. "I've decided that you can eat all of the souls you want that I'm meant to reap. I'd be a horrible girlfriend not to fix my darling mate any meals. Don't worry, I'll do my best to keep the errors in the soul ledgers hidden. I... want to keep you as long as possible. This love that we have... hehe... it's bound to end tragically. That's why... I need to enjoy it while it lasts..."

The demon suddenly came to a realization. Grell was easily willing to sin for love. He had already sinned for love. So the impurities he already bore... people he'd killed... they didn't matter. He was still pure. Everything he did for love was null, and he never misbehaved when love wasn't involved. Grell Sutcliff could not be tainted. And since Grell had fallen for him... Claude looked back down at Grell, and, seeing the reaper nuzzled up comfortably into his chest, he felt himself filling with disgust.

This was not the soul he wanted to eat. This was just a clingy, screwed up reaper looking for something no one would ever feel for him. A gender-confused, feminine male with no boundaries or any theory of a 'personal bubble.' As he looked at Grell now... Claude realized that the redhead was hardly any different from Alois Trancy himself.

'I love you, Clauddy, my darling.' 'Claude, you are my Highness!'

No more.

That's disgusting.

Claude wasn't some sort of toddling little baby demon; he knew quite well that rules - or contracts - were meant to be broken. A demon could break contract just as easily as he formed one. Considering the work that went into cultivating a soul, it was rare, but Claude had done it before, and he could certainly do it again. He sighed, and slid out of the bed, his nose wrinkling in frustration when he felt the reaper latch on to his wrist. He glanced back at the reaper, to see an expression as though Claude had put a gun to his head. "... Where...?" his voice was bewildered, lost, and hurt.

"I'm leaving," the spider demon muttered eventually. "I've decided that you aren't worth it."

"What...? But... no...," Grell breathed, horror clouding his expression. "No...! Claude, you... you're not like the others!"

"Listen," Claude snapped, turning around and glaring at the reaper. "You're weak, clingy, insecure, and the purest divine being I've ever met. I've lost my appetite for you."

"No!" Grell cried, lunging forward and grabbing on to the demon. "You... you don't mean it... I know you love me. You slept beside me, you kissed me, you let me embrace you... you can't say that was a lie."

"I manipulated you, thinking that if I were to taint the purity of your soul, it would be not only the finest taste I'd ever experienced, but it wouldn't kill me," Claude explained, a neutral expression on his face. "I'm not ready to die, mister Grell. Your divine soul, without a trace of impurity, would undoubtedly poison me. I don't even know what the flavor would be like."

"... Claude...," Grell murmured weakly, "I... I was ready to die for you... I promised you I would always be yours... I promised myself it wouldn't be like the other times!"

"No one will ever love you as you want," Claude hissed. "A word of advice - give up."

The reaper did want to give up. He wanted to abandon all hopes of love and curl up in a corner somewhere. No more pain. No more rejection. He would never love anyone again. His heart had shattered for the last time. Grell looked down, away from Claude, and clenched his teeth, angry with himself. How could he do it again? 'Love is a war,' wasn't that his motto? How could he get so attached to one being this much? He was supposed to be a strong, merciless reaper, filled with bloodlust - he was stronger than this!

As Claude dismissed himself from the room, and the mansion in general, Grell closed his eyes.

'No one will ever love you as you want.'

A single tear rolled down his cheek.

-End Chapter.


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