November 27th
Last night was the kind of drama Shakespeare would have killed to write about. Why? Because I got assassinated - by a demon hottie. In my own bedroom, no less. How many can say they've fulfilled their destiny in such a romantic way? Literally nobody but me, because I am Emberlynn Light'ness Demoanya Pinkle (yes, that Emberlynn) (aka the most important person to ever walk this Earth).
Let me set the scene, because this deserves a proper intro: It was a cold, dreary November night. The soft glow of my monitor bathed the room in a warm, faintly pink light, and I was watching Hikikomari Kyūketsuki no Monmon on IllegAnimeNet for what must have been the hundredth time. Pure bliss, or so I thought.
Then, without warning, the temperature became Arctic cold. Goosebumps scurried up my arms, and an eerie stillness settled over everything. It was the kind of cold that didn't just touch your skin, it sank into your bones. Call it instinct, call it experience - but for me, a psychic, it was as undeniable, I knew something supernatural was about to happen.
And then - boom! Out of nowhere, the air rippled, and a creature emerged, wreathed in a swirl of black smoke and glitter (yes, glitter, I kid you not). He held a red blade above his head in a way that was absurdly theatrical, and yet… captivating - ready to strike me down.
Before I could even process the shock, my pendant (we'll get to that) erupted with a brilliant shield of golden light, flinging him to the floor. He was a vision of dangerous beauty that was impossible to ignore. Think dark prince vibes, but with a hint of 'I'm definitely toxic and will ruin your life, and you'll thank me for it.' He had glowing yellow eyes with crimson irises and black-and-white horns that curled just right. And his outfit? A torn trench coat over a blood-red turtleneck, accentuated with oversized clown-poof buttons. He was a living contradiction, a storm of disarray and allure. I couldn't look away.
"Oh my god," I said, "What.. are you?"
He snarled, "I'm your worst fucking nightmare, bitch!" Then he lunged at me again. But plot twist - my pendant's barrier was like, 'Nope,' and flung him back down at my feet. He hit the floor hard and was stunned for a moment before he could pull himself up. Clutching his head he muttered, "Fuck," then he opened his glowing yellow eyes and yelled "How are you doing this? What is that!?"
And me? I'm feeling myself. "It's official merch from Akuma no Otto. It's the pendant given to Setsuki in episode 5-6-9 that protects its weather from- wait are you a demon? Like… a real demon?"
A chill ran down my spine, sharp and electric, but my cheeks burned with heat, a confusing contrast that made my head spin. My vision blurred, every sound was muffled, every sensation distant, except for the racing adrenaline pumping through me, pushing me toward the edge of either panic or ecstacy.
He gave me this look (half 'are you serious?' and half 'you're kinda cute tho') before replying "Yeah, basically. Look, where did you even get something like-" But then I interrupt because hello, I'm the main character.
"A demon? Here to steal a little kitten like me?" I gasped, my voice trembling as my psychic senses flared. Suddenly, it was like a door in my mind opened, and I could feel him - his thoughts, his emotions, his desires. They flooded into me, overwhelming and intoxicating. I blushed furiously. "Forced to be part of your demonic harem?" I whispered, half-scared, half-thrilled, and completely captivated.
"Why'd you think I would do something like that?" he teased, but his thoughts betrayed him. I could see the flicker of longing in his mind, his gaze lingering on me with an intensity that made my heart race.
Looking around my room, his thoughts whispered to me like echoes: She's perfect. A sacrifice like this only comes once in a millennium. He smirked, the connection between us deepening as he said aloud, "Oh, you're one of those."
"So what's your name?" I ask him.
"Blitz." he replies, his deep, hellish voice sent shivers deep into my body.
"What are you going to do to me, Blitzy-kun?" I asked, feeling his dark magic caressing my very soul.
Then he said, "Apparently nothing while you're wearing that pendant." And I felt our spiritual connection shift into an overpowering desire to obey him. It began to fill me until I was ready to burst. I felt heat surge through me, pulling me to submit to him.
I gasp, "I don't feel like myself." My voice trembles, "Are- are you… putting some sort of- nasty spell over me?"
He playfully denies it, "What? No, I'm literally just standing here, lady." But even in his denial I could feel his spell taking tighter, and tighter hold over me.
"If you say so, master. I mean… daddy." I felt myself moving toward him, unable to stop myself. "But when you look into my eyes… I have no control over my body…"
In that magnetic moment when my pull to him felt overpowering, my psychic power surged, defying his dark enchantment with a force I hadn't known I possessed. My hand lashed out, a sharp crack slicing through the air as I struck him, my voice erupting in a furious cry: "NO! You demonic brute! I'm too pure a heart for you to corrupt."
My psychic vibes were now pinging, and suddenly, I could see into his mind again. Turns out, Blitzy-kun was sent by Satan himself to take me as a sexual sacrifice, but now that he's met me, Blitzy-kun was questioning everything because this was the first time he has felt anything since the loss of his wife. His wife, who was the first one his Lord Satan took as a concubine. His desire for me was so great that he'd rather fight Satan to the death than allow me to come to the same fate!
Then he confirms it, "I was sent here to kill you."
As the weight of the situation crashed over me, my body betrayed me, spiraling into full-on shock. My breath came in shallow, rapid gasps, each one feeling too small, too fast, like I couldn't quite fill my lungs. My chest tightened, and a faint buzzing filled my ears, drowning out everything but the pounding of my own desperate heartbeat.
He then told me, "I know it's excessive, but I don't make the rules." Turns out, he's uncompromisingly bound to his duty.
"You want to kill… me?" I whisper, feeling the power of his spell start to sink its claws into me again, drawing me closer to him.
"Oh yeah," he says sexily, his voice deep and hellish. "Even more now."
"Of course!"I gasped, a sudden realisation jolted through my trembling body, "You want to take my mortal soul to Hell so we can be together forever!"
He didn't deny it, and I was enraptured by his desire for me. It was overwhelming, intoxicating, and totally irresistible. Then he commanded, his voice dripping with authority, "Can you take off the necklace and hand over my knife?"
Before I could stop myself, I was already moving to obey. "Yes, Master!" I gasped, but then I caught myself - barely. "No, I mustn't! But… I want you! My soul… But I'm destined for this!"
Sweat beaded on my forehead and rolled down the back of my neck, cold and clammy against my radiating (glowing) skin. My hands trembled uncontrollably, my fingers twitching as if they couldn't decide whether to slap him again or to reach out for his blade (which was still lodged in the plush by my monitor). My legs felt weak and I buckled to the floor enraptured with yearning and trepidation.
"Bitch, can we hurry this up?" he snapped, his voice sharp with impatience, and my body completely gave into his dark desire. I cried out in the pleasure of subjugation, my hand trembling as I clasped the hilt of his blade. Swiftly, I brought it to the string of my pendant, cutting it away from my neck.
"Make it quick, my demon Prince!" I begged, my voice breaking as took me into his muscular arms.
And then, he did it. He drove the blade straight into my heart. Searing agony tore through me, only to give way to an overwhelming, almost euphoric bliss that drowned the pain in a torrent of strange, consuming rapture. I moaned with pleasure as the world faded around me, the edges of reality blurring as darkness wrapped around me like my demon lover's embrace - consuming, impossibly intimate and filled with a warmth that seeped into every part of me, pulling me deeper, whispering promises of oblivion and desire. As my life slipped away, I whispered, "I'll see you… on the other side… my… Blitzy-kun."