I've never written this ship let alone a demon version of a character. Let's see how this goes…!
Note: I didn't write this to be an abusive relationship. I imagine this as Scrooge trying to find a way to get the demon out of Mrs. Beakley, and Mrs. Beakley hates having this demon inside of her. Scrooge puts up with Mrs. Beakley's demon side, but he doesn't find it romantic at all. It's just him saying "she may have this dark side to her but that doesn't make her a deal breaker" thing. This note is getting way too long, I just wanted people to know that this isn't a one-shot romanticizing an abusive relationship because I'm afraid that someone may take it this way when that wasn't the case at all.
(also, I'm sorry that this is super short! ^^; )
One more thing: the title had to be changed again!
Original: She May Be The Devil, But I Still Love Her (Scrooge x Demon!Beakley)
Scrooge walked into the kitchen, checking the rooms to find where Mrs. Beakley was. She needed to get to bed soon. Every night around midnight her demon for would take over. Scrooge had to sleep in a different room with demon-proof protection every night. Yet, despite this, he still would put up with Bentina. Just for love.
As he entered the kitchen, the sound of running water filled the room, a baggy-eyed, sleep deprived Mrs. Beakley leaned over the counter, cleaning the dishes.
"Mrs. Beakley," Scrooge yawned out, "it's time for ya to go to bed."
"No," she muttered.
"You didn't get good sleep last night! You need some sleep now!" he argued.
"I need to get these dishes washed." She sounded like a zombie.
Scrooge sighed. "You can't even think straight. How much sleep did you get last night?"
"I haven't gotten any sleep for at least two days," Mrs. Beakley admitted, drying a dish.
"What?!" Scrooge yelled. While his mind was buzzing around, trying to form sentences, the sound of the grandfather clock approaching midnight echoed in the house.
Mrs. Beakley froze, the dish in her hand falling and shattering on the tile flooring. Scrooge looked up.
"Oh no." He backed away, trying to get out of the room, but it was too late.
"Where do you think you're going?" Mrs. Beakley hissed out.
Scrooge sighed. "Too late," he whispered to himself. "She may be the devil, but I still love her," he said, being pulled towards the demon.