Strange Little Demon Lord.
By: Dark Cyrin
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Arrggg! I wrote this story sooo long ago and uploaded it, however, despite the fact that I hounded them to no end FF.net finally put up the Demon Diary section AFTER I move to college.
Damn them all!
Blah. well, anyway. This was just something I had to get out of my head one day. Ryuuza, please don't think that I took your idea, I just love Raenef when he's sleeping. and tomatoes. heh heh heh.
WARNING: Uber short story ahead!
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Oh, how the mighty have fallen.
I, the once feared demon Eclipse, now the hapless tutor to an anachronism of a Demon Lord. The gods are laughing at my predicament at this very moment.
I glance down at the sleeping form of the young Lord Raenef as he mumbles some nonsense about tomatoes and tightens his grip on my ebony hair. Interesting . . . the boy seems to have an affinity for soft objects. Comforting I suppose . . .
I feel a small smile tug at the corners of my lips, but I quickly wash it away.
By the gods . . . have I grown fond of this boy?
Impossible. He's constantly ignoring me during his lessons, always eating, and complains about how much of a . . . what did he say? 'Tight wad'? . . . I was. The boy was practically hell in cute packaging.
He mumbles again and I suddenly find myself idly running my fingers through his long gold hair. Slowly he leans into the touch and I find myself smiling. Something I've been doing a lot as of late.
I sigh inwardly. Lord Raenef certainly has the potential, the power, and the fast ability to learn that is required to become a capable Demon Lord, but his heart is another matter.
He is too pure, too unlike the demons of old . . .
The young Demon Lord snorts in his sleep and I bite back a bant of laughter. Oh, yes, he is a fearsome Demon Lord all right, and I adore the color pink.
Slowly coming to the realization that he isn't going to let my hair go any time before the morning I scoot my chair closer to the bed and lay my head on the mattress beside him. A few moments of thought and I find myself falling asleep to his slow contented breathing, and think to myself . what a strange little Demon Lord . . .
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Uber short, but I believe it's good enough to be posted! Come, tell me what you think! I'd love to hear from you!
From the darkness,
Dark Cyrin
By: Dark Cyrin
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Arrggg! I wrote this story sooo long ago and uploaded it, however, despite the fact that I hounded them to no end FF.net finally put up the Demon Diary section AFTER I move to college.
Damn them all!
Blah. well, anyway. This was just something I had to get out of my head one day. Ryuuza, please don't think that I took your idea, I just love Raenef when he's sleeping. and tomatoes. heh heh heh.
WARNING: Uber short story ahead!
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Oh, how the mighty have fallen.
I, the once feared demon Eclipse, now the hapless tutor to an anachronism of a Demon Lord. The gods are laughing at my predicament at this very moment.
I glance down at the sleeping form of the young Lord Raenef as he mumbles some nonsense about tomatoes and tightens his grip on my ebony hair. Interesting . . . the boy seems to have an affinity for soft objects. Comforting I suppose . . .
I feel a small smile tug at the corners of my lips, but I quickly wash it away.
By the gods . . . have I grown fond of this boy?
Impossible. He's constantly ignoring me during his lessons, always eating, and complains about how much of a . . . what did he say? 'Tight wad'? . . . I was. The boy was practically hell in cute packaging.
He mumbles again and I suddenly find myself idly running my fingers through his long gold hair. Slowly he leans into the touch and I find myself smiling. Something I've been doing a lot as of late.
I sigh inwardly. Lord Raenef certainly has the potential, the power, and the fast ability to learn that is required to become a capable Demon Lord, but his heart is another matter.
He is too pure, too unlike the demons of old . . .
The young Demon Lord snorts in his sleep and I bite back a bant of laughter. Oh, yes, he is a fearsome Demon Lord all right, and I adore the color pink.
Slowly coming to the realization that he isn't going to let my hair go any time before the morning I scoot my chair closer to the bed and lay my head on the mattress beside him. A few moments of thought and I find myself falling asleep to his slow contented breathing, and think to myself . what a strange little Demon Lord . . .
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Uber short, but I believe it's good enough to be posted! Come, tell me what you think! I'd love to hear from you!
From the darkness,
Dark Cyrin