A Demon and Warlock MM Standalone Story
by
One Wrong Step
Friendless and forced to hide his magical powers, Robert is tired of being alone. After years of research, he believes he has finally worked out how to get the spirit of his friend Jack back from Purgatory. All he has to do is summon a demon. It's All Hallows’ Eve – what could possibly go wrong?
When the demon Syron appears, things are not as they seem. For one thing, the attraction Robert feels is unusual and not entirely welcome. But that's not the only thing he has to contend with. It seems Jack didn't take his own life as he'd been told and when a visit to Syron's home in hell turns ugly, Robert is forced to face the truths about his life, his family and most of all his attraction to Syron.
This is a standalone MM Halloween short story written by Lisa Oliver, under the name pen name Lee Oliver. Normal warnings for adult stories apply. HEA. True Mates. Demon and Warlock.
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Pairings: M-M
Heat Level: 4
Romantic Content: 5
Ending: Click here to reveal
Character Identities: Gay
Protagonist 1 Age: Ageless/Immortal
Protagonist 2 Age: Ageless/Immortal
Tropes: Fated Mates / Soul Mates
Setting: USA
Languages Available: English
Series Type: Same Universe / Various Characters
Stepping into the pentagram, Robert sliced his palm with his athame. Allowing exactly three drops of his blood to fall on the fifth point of the pentagram, Robert’s skin tingled as he felt the magic flow around his crisply drawn lines. A whispered word and the cut on his hand reduced to a thin white scar. Magic always took a price.
Muttering complex Latin phrases, Robert’s hair lifted from the back of his neck as the power within the pentagram increased. Bring me Jack. He was taken too soon. I demand his return.
“Who are you to demand anything?” A voice as soft as aged wine had Robert’s eyes flying open. He hadn’t even realized he’d closed them. Standing far too close for comfort was a demon. It couldn’t be anything else. As his eyes took in bronzed skin, basketball sized biceps and a dark treasure trail leading to a growing bulge under a leather loincloth, Robert’s body stirred.
READ MORE“You can call me Robert if you must. What are you doing in my sacred space?” Robert wasn’t about to give his full name. Names had power and his family name, passed from his mother, had more than most. “You’re supposed to be out there.” He waved to the clearing framed by trees.
“Gods save me from summoning virgins,” the demon sighed, seemingly unimpressed. “This,” he waved at the pentagram, “is meant to keep me in. You’re supposed to be outside of it. Nicely drawn, by the way. You should see some of the ridiculous excuses for a pentagram some idiots try to hold me with.”
That’s easily fixed. Robert hoped his cheeks weren’t as red as they felt as he shuffled to the edge of the pentagram. The magic would let him pass, stemming as it did from his own blood.
“Tut. Tut. Tut.” The demon shook his head. “If you step outside the circle then you release me, too. Is that what you intended?”
Shit. Having never met a real demon before, all Robert’s knowledge of them came from his books. And the one thing he did know was when demons were released on earth they caused havoc. “I appreciate your helpfulness.” When in doubt, be polite. At least that’s what his mother always told him. “I take it you are Balthazar, the keeper of the gate to Purgatory?”
“That’s who you called for, wasn’t it? It’s not as though there’s a bunch of us down in hell, sitting around playing cards waiting for someone to ring our bell.”
Actually, Robert thought that’s probably what demons did do and he noticed the stunning beast in front of him didn’t actually answer his question. “I need to speak to Balthazar. He’s holding the soul of my dearest friend, Jack. I want that soul returned to me.”
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