Welp, so much for normal life *sigh*. Maybe he should have taken Kurt's 'advice' to heart and go (back) to hell where things have definitely been less complicated.
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Kurt stared at his father when he broke the news to them. "My what now?"
"He's a distant relative of ours", Burt explained patiently and bit into his sandwich. "He already went through a hard time because his parents fought all the time, and he doesn't know where else to go."
"So you just thought you would let a complete stranger you have never heard of in your life before live at our place?", Kurt asked skeptically.
"Kurt is right", Finn, his stepbrother, agreed.
At that, Kurt threw him a grateful glance. Good to know that this boy still seemed to have common sense.
"You know, Finn, he is into kickboxing as well", Burt commented with a perfidious smile. "Maybe he can show you some of his tricks."
Finn's eyes quickly lit up. "Kickboxing? That's awesome!", he gushed, apparently, he seemed to have forgotten that he was skeptical first.
Kurt facepalmed. He should have known that his dad could wrap him around his finger easily.
"We will pick him up from the Airport tomorrow at 5 pm,", Carole, his stepmother, went on. "So better mark the time in your calendars."
"But…"
"I won't take no for an answer!", his dad barked sternly, and Kurt flinched. "We are all going to be there for a relative in need, are we clear?"
Crossing his arms and pouting sullenly, Kurt nodded. Dammit.
~ ヽ(ಠ_ಠ)ノ ~
Blaine loved his life. That's what he was thinking when he sat in the airplane on the way to Lima, Ohio. He had spent a couple of days in Maldives in one of his dad's holiday houses. But as nice as sunbathing at the Caribbean beach was, he was slowly getting bored.
He wanted a more normal life, or as normal as a seventeen-year-old Demon Prince could life. Yes, you just got it right. He was not just any demon's son; his father was none other than the high and mighty Lucifer. And as one of Lucifer's sons, he was in possession of almost god-like powers as well, and luckily, the ability to compel was one of them.
Back to the initial topic: His life. As one of the most powerful demons after his father and his big brother, of course, he is used to always get what he wanted and tended to get bored really fast. So instead of continuing his life in luxury in his dad's giant mansion in Malibu and banging every attractive male being that crossed his way, he had decided to find out what it was like to be normal…more or less. So he randomly just called a middle-aged guy in one of the lamest towns in the States (Lima, Ohio), compelling him into thinking that he was a relative that needed a place to live because his fighting parents were both on business trips in Europe and couldn't take care of him.
Said man and his pathetic human family were probably already waiting for him at the Airport to pick him up. Blaine rubbed his hands in pleasant anticipation. He so couldn't wait to meet his pseudo relatives to kill all of them afterwards and enjoy their life essences afterwards so that he could live at their place and make everyone else believe they died at a oh-so tragical car accident.
Yes, Blaine's family was wealthy, and he could just rent an apartment in Lima, but Blaine just couldn't help it. He was a demon, for crying out loud, being rotten to the core was his vocation, and if there was a way to lure innocent, dumb humans on to destruction, awesome. His dad would have been so proud of him…if he was around. You see, Blaine's dad was a pretty busy man, and Blaine couldn't remember having seen him longer than three months in a row in the past seventeen years.
Not that he cared. He and his dad didn't have the best father-son-relationship anyway because he preferred his more powerful, older brother Cooper who would step into their dad's shoes and take over the throne in the future. But hey, as long as he transferred tons of pocket money to his bank account, Blaine was totally fine with his dad being absent all the time.
When the plane finally arrived at its destination, Blaine got up and stretched his arms.
It was not hard to miss the people that held up a paper plaque saying 'Blaine', and Blaine started grinning when he walked towards the family. Showtime.
A bald, middle-aged man with a baseball cap came walking towards him with open arms to hug him. "Blaine! Did you enjoy your flight?"
Blaine quickly pulled away from the hug. Gosh, how he hated being close to humans. "Yes, I did", he said politely. He looked over to the other three people. There was a nice-looking woman that smiled at him, a tall boy with a goofy grin as well and another boy that disinterestedly looked down his iPhone.
Burt elbowed the latter one. "Kiddo, it's not polite to ignore our guest."
The boy in question shortly looked up from his phone with a scowl. "Hey, there", he said icily before he looked back to his device again.
Blaine needed to suppress a diabolic grin. It was going to be fun killing that boy; after all, people that acted disrespectful towards a demon prince didn't deserve any better. The more he hated his future victims, the better.
In the meantime, the other boy had come over to him as well. "Is it true that you are into kickboxing?", he asked excitedly.
Blaine nodded. "I was at the fight club of my former school." He had been on top of his class, snapping humans' necks without even needing to touch them was his proudly cherished specialty. Whether he would snap this boy's neck as well? He suppressed another diabolic grin when he thought about ways to put the human boy to death afterwards.
"Awesome", Finn gushed. "I'm Finn, by the way."
"Kurt", the other boy introduced himself gruffly without even looking up from his phone again.
Blaine, however, smiled anyway. "Nice to meet you. I'm sure we are going to have a lot of fun together", he said. Yes, after I slayed you without breaking into sweat.
Gosh, sometimes, life was just great.
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Actually, Blaine planned on killing the entire family once they arrived at their home. But when they entered, he sniffed in the air and his stomach started grumbling. Carole turned to him with a smile. "I hope you like pasta, Blaine."
The pasta actually smelled delicious, and Blaine told himself to wait with his murder plans until after dinner. After all, killing was more fun with a full stomach, wasn't it?
So Blaine nodded politely. "Oh, I do", he answered, and he wasn't even lying. He followed the rest of the family to the dining room and even helped setting the table. Yes, he was a demon, but even demons had good manners. And the very least he could do for those people before they would die painful and merciless deaths was being nice to them.
Kurt didn't seem to be so thrilled about his presence, he threw Blaine skeptical glances every now and then.
During dinner, Burt asked him: "So Blaine, what are your hobbies?"
Turning good humans like you into cold-hearted, selfish jerks and/or killing them mercilessly. After all, I'm a higher-ranking demon prince, I need to set a good example for my subordinates.
"Oh, does watching Netflix count as well?", Blaine wanted to know, and everyone except for Kurt laughed. Actually, he hadn't even been joking. Apart from his other hobby, there was nothing else that came to his mind.
"Are you into football?", Finn asked curiously.
Blaine nodded slowly. "Watching football: Yes. Playing football myself: Not that much." He preferred throwing humans in the air, not footballs. Raw violence, however, was a no-no to him, unless killing was involved.
Finn, oblivious to the other boy's sinister thoughts, grinned. "That's good enough for me. I think the two of us will get along very well."
Yes, as long as you and your family are alive. If the chicken pasta hadn't been that delicious, Blaine would have gotten rid of them the moment they had entered their porch. But now, he was willing to wait with that until they were done eating.
Just when they all got up from the table and Blaine wanted to raise his hands to snap all of their necks at the same time with his telekinetic powers, Burt's phone rang. With a frown, he accepted the call. "Hello?"
His face expression darkened, and when he hung up, he threw the rest of the family apologetic glances. "It was one of my costumers. He needs help with his car as soon as possible and I am the only one he could reach." He sighed. "I'm sorry, boys. I promised to spend this evening with you, right? Remember, we wanted to watch the game."
Finn and Kurt shrugged.
"It's no problem, dad", Kurt said "I would have read the Vogue anyway."
"And we can watch another game another time", Finn added.
Burt went over to the door and grabbed his coat. "Please be nice to Blaine, and don't even think about silly business, and yes, I mean you, Finn.", he warned the boys before he went out of the door.
Dammit, Blaine thought contritely. Why couldn't he just get this over with before he left? So he rose his hands again to use his pyrokinetic powers on him and-
"Dude, you in the mood for a game?" Blaine felt how Finn grabbed his elbows dragged him to the living room without waiting for his answer and groaned inwardly when he dropped his hands.
For the next two hours, he was forced to watch that football game with Finn, and even though he hated himself for that, he needed to admit that he didn't find it that boring, he had always been into football so he watched the game with interest. Kurt, however, rolled his eyes in disinterest and retrieved another Vogue magazine from under the sofa he started reading.
In the meanwhile, Carole had gone to work as well as there was an emergency in hospital, and she needed to fill in for a sick nurse, so Blaine and his human host brothers were home alone.
Well, Blaine thought peevishly, better than nothing. I could get rid of the boys first before I kill off their parents. This way, I could not only enjoy their life essences but also their shock about the murder of their boys.
Sounded like a downright cruel plan. He loved it.
After the game, Finn excused himself as he wanted to call his girlfriend (or rather exchange not so PG-rated texts with her) and quickly withdrew to his room, and Blaine let him go. He had decided to kill Kurt first as he acted the most disrespectful towards him, other than Finn who had welcomed him with open arms from the first moment on (which didn't mean that he would be spared. Of course, his death would be as merciless as those of his other 'host family' -members). And for that, Kurt needed to pay.
Speaking of which; Kurt got up and walked to the kitchen, Blaine followed him, thinking of a way to end his life. Whether he should let him burn to death, or stab him with his psionic powers? Or do it the boring way and kill him without his powers? After all, he was a great martial artist and knew all of the dirty tricks by heart.
"Are you thirsty or something? If you want to, you can have some of my detox smoothie." Kurt opened the fridge and looked at its content.
While he searched for his smoothie, Blaine spotted the sharp steak knife on the counter and grabbed it without thinking twice. Now that Kurt had turned his back towards him, he could just stab him the old-fashioned way. Just when he was about to do it, Kurt ducked down to search for something and Blaine missed him.
Goddammit!
"I hope Finn didn't mistake my smoothie for his stupid Gatorade", he heard Kurt mutter absentmindedly from the depths of the fridge, and Blaine groaned inwardly. Looked like he needed to use his powers.
When Kurt closed the fridge and turned to him, he got his perfect occasion. That was his chance to end it, once and for all.
"Why are you looking at me like that?", Kurt wanted to know and put his hands on his hips.
Now or never.
"Because you are going to die now.", Blaine answered with a smirk. "No offence, your family was nice and all, but you weren't, so you are going to be the first one to bite into the dust." With that, he rose his hand and made the knife levitate to Kurt's direction, right to his chest. Its blade buried deeply right into the spot were Kurt's heart was, and Kurt gasped for air, his eyes widened. "I'm sorry, Kurt", Blaine said with false remorse "But from the first moment we met, you were nothing but impolite and icy. I had no other choice than to kill you, you know."
He waited for his host brother to fall to the floor, pass out, and be, you know, dead.
And waited.
And waited.
But instead, Kurt blinked, just crossed his arms and unimpressedly stared down the knife in his chest. "Not nice", he hissed before he gripped the knife and pulled it out of his chest, its blade was full of blood. "I knew something about you was off, I knew it!"
Blaine stared at him speechless, before he shook his head and composed himself. He rose his hands and let Kurt levitate in the air who in turn glared at him. "You are a tough nut to crack, but hey, don't worry", the demon commented with a wink. "Even tough humans can die."
With that, he made another hand movement that snapped Kurt's neck and dropped him to the ground again. For a while, Kurt didn't move, and Blaine smirked triumphantly. Finally!
Suddenly, Kurt's eyes flew open and he sat up, glaring at the other boy. "Ouch.", he said dryly, got up and brushed nonexistent glint from his pants as if that incident didn't just happen.
At that, Blaine's jaw almost dropped to the ground. He was at a loss of words. Never ever had he ever witnessed something like this before. Snapping a human's neck meant that the human died instantly. Even if he wasn't human, even vampires, those ridiculous demon-human hybrids Blaine and his friends always made fun of, wouldn't be able to survive a stab right into their hearts. Kurt, however, didn't even seem to be fazed. He was absolutely fine and as fit as a fiddle.
How was it possible? There was no doubt that this boy wasn't human. And he was no demon either, or else, Blaine would have noticed. But if he wasn't human, or demonic, what…?
"W…what the hell are you?", Blaine finally stammered when he could find his voice again. He narrowed his eyes. "Well, actually, I don't even care. You are going to die, either way." He lunged at the other boy with his fists. What he had told Finn was right, he was at the fight club at home. If he could defeat demons, he should be able to destroy that boy within seconds, right?
Kurt just rolled his eyes when he saw the other boy lunge at him - and planted a punch on the demon's chin.
Blaine flew a couple of inches in the air before he fell down, perplexed by the unexpected blow and its inhuman force.
"Actually, I'm not even into violence", Kurt explained, annoyed, and took a sip of his smoothie he had finally found. "But you are a pain in the neck now."
Still bewildered, Blaine rubbed his head, sat up and asked: "What the hell are you? You still didn't answer my question."
He was surprised when Kurt broke into laughter. "You really want to know, don't you?" Slowly, he came closer to the other boy, kneeled down to him, and whispered into his ear: "Well, you tried to kill me. But you cannot kill something that is already dead."
For some reason, a cold shiver was running down Blaine's spine. His time-out at that seemingly boring town so didn't go according to plan.