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Previously, Morgana's past deeds had been revealed to Logan, and the knowledge of her involvement in his past caused him to pass out from shock. We return now to the living room, with Morgana and Logan….
Morgana was not able to react fast enough when she saw Logan's knees buckle under him, taking him to the ground. She saw the light leave his eyes as they fluttered and closed. Luckily there had been nothing but the chair behind him, and Logan had fallen almost straight down and the crumpled mess he now lay in was actually a blessing; he had not come to any serious harm. A fact Morgana was very grateful for as she knelt at his side and checked him for injury. He was passed out cold, a peaceful look on his face replacing the strained and fearful expression he had towards her moments before.
Her hand moved, slowly at first, but eventually coming to rest on his forehead. He was warm, but luckily not feverish. This was good; Morgana had come to understand a wide range of treatments for human illnesses. One of the things she had come to love about humans; frailty to elements. A simple fluctuation of body temperature and they could be immobile for days. Morgana gently removed her had from her forehead and rolled him flat on his back. Wiggling her hands underneath him, she hoisted him up, cradling him gently against her.
She had seen his mother hold him like this several times when he was young. One arm slung to support him under the knees, the other wrapped around his back and securing him under the armpit. Her heart was thumping excitedly as his head fell against her chest, face snuggled into her breasts.
"Breathe...not now...oh god….he's so warm~..."
His breath tickled her chest as she carried him close to her. She carefully moved to his room, using her tail to push the door and folding in her wings to allow them to both cross the threshold. His weight against her set off fireworks in her stomach, and she felt the impulse to close the distance again when she set him on the bed. She shuffled his limbs to be securely on the bed and comfortable. Satisfied he would at least be comfortable until he woke up, she tugged the shoes off his feet, adjusting him for comfort.
This had clearly not been Morgana's plan for how they got into the bedroom together, but Morgana wasn't complaining. She felt luck to be this close to him, to feel him against her and not have her ethereal form sink through him like it had his whole life. The demoness had countless times witnessed his mother carrying him to bed and watching over him while he slept. How desperately she wanted that; to care for young of her own, to be a mother. She could only hope now Logan would be amenable to that idea once understood the situation.
She procured a chair from the living room that Logan had used, bringing it into the bedroom and placing it next to the bed closest to Logan. He looked peaceful now that he was asleep. She sat next to him, reaching a hand out to lightly touch his.
"Oh, Logan….how can I make you understand…"
Her hand wrapped gently around his, right hand clasped in his left. He was so very warm, and she was engrossed by the feel of his pulse running through his arm. She smiled as the same pulse through her own arm matched his, and soon they were beating at the same pace.
Her mother had spoken of it often'; when a demon found a man she craved more than any other, and the man in turn craved a demon in body and soul, their hearts would beat in unison and they would be bound by the fates to share in the tightest of bonds. The very blood of the two lovers would eventually call out to one another, drawing the two together for all time. A demon would wait forever for the kind of chance such a union would present. Such an unholy and depraved union of man and monster would bring that luckiest of demons to the zenith of her power; as close as she could come to the power of the Great Maou herself.
The color change of her hair and tail were the signs of her transformation, her changing into the most elegant and powerful of her race. It had begun the day she first saw Logan. From that first moment on the playground her body had begun to react in such a peculiar way. Hey demonic energy spiked and grew, and all her family revelled in her eventual nuptials and her blossoming into power.
Many of her family had grown envious and jealous of her chance, as such a dond to a demon had not appeared in several centuries. It had led to the belief that such bonds were no longer possible in the new age of humanity. Eventually her kin could not wait any longer for a husband, and the rarity of finding a man was gone as humanity had grown tremendously and spread with their technological boom. They would form contracts now instead to secure their beloved husbands. Not for her, however. Morgana had waited for too many decades for this chance, dreaming of reaching that untold glorious plain of love that would come with such a mate.
He was still fast asleep as the Elder Demon lay her head down onto the bed. She would not lie; the events of the evening had drained her too. The pulse of his heart through his hand was rocking her like a gentle ocean wave. Her eyes grew heavy and she laid her head down on the mattress, being mindful to scoot closer to Logan in the process while being as silent as possible. She would rest for a moment, give her body a chance to catch up. Logan would be here when she woke up, she knew that. Hopefully in a better mood too, she thought.
Her eyes drifted close as she wiggled her fingers into his, lulled by the collective beating of their hearts through their hands.
Logan dreamt that he was riding on a great grip at sea. The push and pull of the waves battered the hull of his ship, rocking him to and fro as the sea took him to lands unknown. The sky above him was dark, shadowed by a dark cloud, and the winds around were blowing fiercely. He felt the spray of the sea on his brow, and soon he felt as though he was drenched in water. Logan reached a hand to the wheel of the ship but his left hand felt heavy, too heavy to move. The more he pulled, the fiercer the winds seemed to blow, the more his heart pounded in it's chest. It was like a great anchor was dragging him back over the ship, into the swirling, churning sea below.
Soon he saw a great chain wrap itself around his arm, pulling him steadily overboard as he strained to stay atop the ship. As the chain pulled him towards the edge he was forced to look over the rails. Below was a whirling abyss of pitch black water, topped by a murthy white foam. It swirled swiftly downwards in a whirlpool as black as night. There was some passing, fleeting image of a creature beneath the waves. Each time he saw the image, the pull of the chain grew stronger to match the beating of his heat. The pulsing in his arm grew to a throbbing and he felt the chain tug as the great ocean pulled. His fear was reaching terrible heights as he glimpsed what felt like eyes following him from beneath the waves. Logan tried to scream by the crashing of the waves drowned out his cries in the night. With that last mighty tug, Logan felt his torso pulled over the rails towards the thing waiting below-
Logan sat abruptly up in. His face covered in sweat and his breathing was ragged. He felt the crashing of his heart against his chest and thought perhaps he was having a heart attack. His eyes closed tightly as he tried to calm himself. He had never experienced such an intense dream before, the randomness of it surpassing even his worst nightmares as a little kid. Certainly he never had one that forced him from sleep so abruptly.
He felt his heart begin to calm itself, each deep breath bringing a calming sensation to his body. Wave after wave of anxiety rolled off him as the gentle beating of his own heart returned to it's normal pace. His right hand had a death grip the bed sheets, but he was slowly releasing his grip-
Bed sheets? He had not recalled going to bed. He opened his eyes, blinking to adjust to the dark. He could not remember bringing himself to bed. In fact he did not remember even being in his room last. He remembered walking into the apartment...the darkness of his living room...the balcony…
In an instant it was all back to the front of his brain. That thing...that thing from the balcony.
She was lying on the bed, partially. Her head was on the bed, the rest of her slumped over on a chair. She had draped one arm across the bed, her hand laying atop his. Her hair fell down from the top her her head in a cascade of purple black, following angle of her slumped, fully extended wings. Suddenly a tail slowly peaked up from behind her, the spade once again lulling in an unseen breeze before waving gently at him. But once again, her eye are what gripped him. She had one eye open, staring straight into his as she lay beside him. A small smile grew on her lips and a low chuckle escaped her throat.
"Sleep well, Logan?"
He stayed still for a moment, and for Morgana the faintest tinge of hope welled up inside of her. She had been lightly dozing when he spring from sleep. She did her best to remain unmoving and unperturbed by his outburst, preferring instead to allow him to calm down before drawing his attention.
His hand moved from under hers at blinding speeds as he flopped like a fish off the bed and onto the floor opposite of her. Morgana felt a loss of warmth his hand provided, coupled with the clear rejection to her presence his actions conveyed left her feeling just as krummy as when he had passed out. Logan could only hold back a scream as the creature from the living room was now in his bed, blocking any hopes of escape. Fear made him freeze in his spot, huddled into the corner with eyes glued to her.
"It would be my wish…", she began slowly, "...that you would come to not recoil from me so. I mean you no harm."
She moved slowly, resting her head on her hands and elbows gun into the bed, propping her up as her wings slowly flexed and closed in around her.
"Leave…" His stuttering was saddening to her. He looked like he would shatter into a thousand pieces he was shaking so hard. Is this really my doing?, she thought to herself, Am I such a terrifying beast to repulse him so?...
"Logan...perhaps…."she was taking her time with each word, making sure she could still appeal to his logic, "...it would make sense to point out that as of yet, I have not made a move against you in any harmful way, am I correct?"
"What does that have to do with anything…?" he muttered in reply.
"Ask yourself this; have I attempted, in any way, to corrupt you? Am I forcing you to do anything aside from listen to me while I keep this distance? If I am not forcing you to do so, why then take the time to speak to you, when it would be so simple for me to take what I want?"
This had hit a blind spot in Logan's train of thought. As much as he wished to deny the facts, she had kept a relative safe distance from him since entering his home. Even when he passed out and was at her mercy, she had withheld taking any action that would be against his will. As much as Logan wanted her gone and this nightmare to end, she was being very considerate. For a monster, anyway.
"This...this is a trick….you're trying to trick me…"
Morgana sighed, disappointed in Logan's continued distrust in her. "On the contrary, I have not kept any truth from you since my arrival, and I would never lie to you…it is unbecoming for one such as I to debase myself with falsehoods."
Logan glared at her, the fear and loathing he felt mixing with an odd arousal. While he couldn't deny her beauty he was apt to keep his fury grea to quell such feelings of lust slowly growing while in her presence.
"So what are you...an 'honorable' monster? What makes you so 'special' anyway?"
Morgana tilted her head in her hands, a coy smile gracing her face.
"I prefer Demon..but no less honorable. We are all wicked creatures, Logan, but that does not mean we are evil. I for one would never harm one that I cared for, especially one who is very dear to me…"
"As to what makes me special…" she continued, her smile treacherous and beautiful to Logan at the same time, "...surely you have noticed?" She took a lock of her hair in her hand, holding up a length that had started changing from the deep purple to while near the tips. "I have waited many centuries for one that could help me ascend from a lowly demon to the creature you see before you, and now…" She released the lock of hair, her gaze hungry and lustful as she turned looked back to Logan. "...With you, I have begun becoming...something else. It is all in part to finding you, watching and waiting all these years to find you suitable to my tastes…"
At that mention, Logan remembered the day in high school at chess club. The memory struck him like lightning; he remembered talking with Jay about monsters…the kinds that would wait many years...
"So...was that you? The day in chess club? You flipped that table on Jay? He almost called you out didn't he?"
For the first time the demon scowled at Logan, the reminder of her past deeds clearly striking a cord with her.
"That boy had no business revealing the intricate details of my nature to you. That is my business...my pleasure, to reveal myself to you as I wished to, as I have clearly done now."
This answer did not satisfy Logan. He pressed his attack, feeling a righteous indignation welling in him. He leaned in a little to appear looming over the demon. In his right mind he would have been trembling at the mere presence her, perhaps even engrossed with the perfect feminine curves that would be so tempting to his virgin attentions, but now his fury was guiding him, blocking all other stimuli.
"Your business?...Your...pleasure?!… Tell me, was there any consideration towards ME when you decided to start following me around? I was a CHILD, what business did you have to stalk a little kid throughout his entire life from the shadows?! Did you drive off anyone who would have even looked at me?! All to satisfy this...obsession?"
"It was a different time, Logan, the society we lived in was not ready for one such as I to openly walk the streets. Would you prefer I whisked you away with me as a young lad, away from your family and you life? My choice to stay hidden from you WAS for your consideration. I did so, despite my nature, despite my longing for you.
And did you not have a normal childhood?," she proposed, "Considering the growing number of mamaou in the world, did you not have as normal a childhood as you coul, free from the pressures of being pursued?"
Logan rose to his feet, leaning against the wall. The fire of his anger rising within him drawing him to his feet, now looming over the demon on his bed.
"Normal…" he seethed over her. "You think being isolated from everyone my age is normal? To have my own parents look at me like I was diseased...that's normal to you…"
Morgana blinked, taken aback at Logan's change in demeanor.
"I won't pretend it was perfect...Do not believe I was ignorant to your isolation; it was the only way to ensure no unworthy being was around you. My demonic energy surrounding you, but not corrupting you was no small feat, and it certainly drew some unneeded attention, but it was the right thing to do to keep-"
"OH!" shouted Logan. His raise in volume making Morgana flinch as if struck. The fears she held at his earlier anger now returning as the status quo began to shift away from her. "It was the right thing to do. Of course, how could I not see how morally correct it is to isolate a CHILD from EVERYTHING AND EVERYONE who might matter to him, SO ONE DAY I COULD GET HIM ALONE AND FUCK HIM TO DEATH!"
The demoness recoiled at the anger in his voice. She sat up from her leaning position on the bed to now sitting upright in the chair. Her tail and wings lay limp to the ground at Logan's verbal onslaught.
"You robbed me of having a normal life. Saying you stalked me from childhood...that's not normal. I didn't ask for this, and I didn't ask for you to come into my life and change it out of the desire to maybe try and get in my pants. You know...I had believed I was cursed to be a social pariah, the ultimate slap in the face considering there were soul sucking monsters in the world that gave you unlimited sex even if you looked like you were scrapped off the bottom of a shoe. But you..."
He pointed a accusatory finger in her direction, teeth bared like fangs and his words venomous. Morgana sank into herself, like sludge on the sidewalk of a hot day.
"...You were my curse all along. Your pathetic tagging along WHEN ALL I WANTED WAS A FRIEND, YOU COULDN'T EVEN LET ME THAT SMALL COMFORT COULD YOU?!"
Morgana's head was bowed low, unable to look the man she loved in the face anymore. She hated be scolded, and she was finding it extremely unpleasant to be scolded by him.
"I didn't...I couldn't let anyone else...if some other girl had gotten to you…." She fought to keep the emotion out of her voice, but it was a losing battle.
"Then it would be been my choice, wouldn't it?" Logan snapped back. Morgana, hurt at his indignation, finally looked up to meet his eye. There was hurt there too, but there was also anger, disgust. Many emotions Morgana never thought would be directed at her from her beloved Logan.
"They couldn't have known you like I do. How could any of them appreciate you like I do? They would have seen you as a piece of meat, and yes while the may have lusted for you, their love could not be built on the same kind of foundation as ours." Morgana rose as well, her own feelings of betrayal and hurt driving her need to be heard.
"I was there for you when no other could be. Every one of your human holidays, your birthday, each graduation. Every death and hardship you've experienced I have shared in. What other woman could make that claim, and still have allowed you some chance to live a normal life while the rest of the world was thrown into a whirlwind of lust?"
"All I have done I have done for you, Logan. I kept out of interfering with your life as much as I could stomach, while would be pretenders attempted to steal you from me. You never had to be chased down and taken by some inferior creature and discarded like so many before because of MY presence." At this point her eyes had become misty, the emotions inside her threatening to well up and explode at any minute. Even so, she felt her body move, taking a few steps towardsLogan despite the fiery tempers they were both enduring from the other. She ended just before him, her own heart pounding in her chest at getting so close to him, but that he was also not retreating either.
"I have been there for every intimate moment of your life and I have fallen very deeply in love with you. I have come to you now, as a man, not a boy...I have waited to meet one whom I could share my life with, and the many years since meeting you to begin that life together. Can you not see towards giving me the chance to prove myself to you, that my feelings are valid?"
She was so close to him now. He was in arms reach of her as she searched his face for answers to her questions. It was curious sometimes how humans grew old. Demons like Morgana do not age as quickly as humans would, and Morgana had lived enough centuries to know the ravages of time on humanity. But age had treated her Logan well. He was just a few inches taller than her, and even with his height and manly face, the same childish boy she had met so long ago was still there in the little details. She had begun to reach a hand out to him, to touch him somehow, feel his warmth once again.
"Just let me show you Logan...what you've missing all these yea-"
*SLAP*
The blow had taken Morgana's head and turned it nearly ninety degrees to the right. She stopped moving any part of her body as mind comprehended what had just happened to her. Turning her head back and bringing her previously outstretched hand to her cheek, she saw Logan lowering his right hand back to his side.
It was not painful for Morgana; it had been many years since she had felt physical pain of any kind. What did hurt the the cold fury in Logan's eyes, and all the emotions that followed through with that hand striking her cheek. Tears slowly leaked from the corners of her eyes as Logan stood remorseless. He could not find it in himself to feel sorry, but seeing the hurt and longing in the demon's eyes did stir something within him, what the feeling was, he could not identify.
"Hic-...Logan….." was all the Elder Demon could say in response. The aching, biting cold that filled Logan's eyes had pierced through her soul and was shattering her heart into a thousand pieces. She felt the hot tears trailing down her face as his cold gaze gave no sign of the warm she had come to know from him for so many years.
"Leave." It was such a simple command for Logan, but to Morgana it felt like he had ordered her to death. She could do nothing, she simply stood there, all the color leaving her face as she felt her soul crying out for him.
"I SAID LEAVE, NOW." His tone bared all the promise of ruin upon her if she did not comply. Her feet seemed to act on their own, taking a few steps back until finally she saw the blur of the hallway and the open space of the living room. It was like walking on glass as she stepped to the balcony door, flinging it open and jumping off. Her wails piercing into the night as she flew, half heartedly, until she landed on one of the opposite building from his apartment. She stumbled at first, her footing being rough as she touched down, then finally collapsing on the roof of the apartment building, all the torrential emotions inside her finally slipping out in a fury of tears and wails.
To Be Continued -
I actually struggled with this chapter a bit from some of the reviews of the previous chapter. I do read them and take then into account. The feel of the last chapters was that my language choices were not welcome and that I was somehow alienating some readers from continuing support. While I want to keep readers interested in my work and keep them coming back for more, I still support those choices and even some of the reviews supported that view. I did choose to tailor this chapter to be closer to the first two.
I wanted these to feel more episodic to the development of Logan and Morgana's relationship, which is why they're more broken up to give more appreciation to the events that happen in these chapters.
I also played around with how to explain the connection Morgana felt to Logan and why she was so keenly interested in him, and I hope I at least laid a good foundation for what would be a strong through line for Morgana and her motives.
So far the reviews and support have been great, and I want to thank everyone for the reviews and follows. I've been taking my time to review and proof my work more so the spelling and grammar errors didn't distract anyone from the story.
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