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Slan x Fem!Demon!Reader (2?)

Kinda a part two to the first one, although you don't need to read the first in order to understand the events in this one.

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Your POV

Despite my tongue being buried in her cilt I could tell that my lovely god hand’s mind was elsewhere. She looked out over the multiple demons of her realm, her fingers running themselves through my hair whilst having a distant look behind her eyes. I frown, removing my tongue which didn’t even get a response. 

“What’s wrong my goddess?”

She smiles, the nickname pulling her back to the present as she looks down at me. 

“You always know Y/N.” Slan responds, making me smile, “However you need not worry. Me and the other god hands were merely discussing that mortal again.”

“Guts?”

“Yes that one.” 

“I don’t understand what’s so special about him. I’ll give him that he has strength and determination but at least one of the apostles should be able to take care of him.”

“It’s not just his strength that gained my attention.” She purrs, her hand sliding down to grope my breast, “His potential to cause so much pain~” A moan leaves her while her other hand travels down her torso, faintly outlining where that mortal once thrusted a sword through one of her many forms. 

A wave of jealousy overcomes me, “If you just let me assist I can take care of him. We-”

“I have already denied you twice. If you dare finish that sentence then I will tie you to our bed and leave you there for a century.”

My breath hitches and I immediately back down, “Sorry mistress. It’s just you’ve seemed to be so distracted lately by him. I thought that perhaps he is becoming a problem-”

 “Not that much of one right now. Besides….” Slan trails off, a smirk appearing on her face when her hand dips into my folds, “I have another ‘problem’ to deal with~”

Third Person POV

“There is no one on this mortal plane that can help you with that armor.” Skull Knight states his red eyes are focused on Guts’ form. 

“Wait this mortal plane?”

“Yes. There is an….old friend of mine in another plane that has the ability to pacify the berserker armor. She can help you learn to control it.”

“So where is this person?”

“She’s in hell-”

“An apostle?!” Guts snarled finally looking up at him, “No way is hell-”

“She is not fully a demon. She is corrupted. Her human soul still remains but it is restrained.”

“Out of everyone, you really think one of those bastards is trustworthy?!”

“I know a ritual that can remove her corruption for a small period of time. Once in her human form she can help you not only with that armor but with that brand as well. Before she was turned she too had an immense rage for the creatures who wronged us.”

Guts remained silent going over his options. Either don’t receive help and attempt to learn how to control the armor on his own, or go after this ‘demon’ and hopefully tame the double edged sword he now needs to survive. The choice was clear.

“Guess I don't really have a choice then... how do we find them then and where in hell even are they?"

“Last I knew them, Y/N L/N was one of Slan's infantry. I will gather what we will need... in the meantime, you would do well to keep yourself in check while in her presence,” the knight warns, referring to how easily Guts lets his hate take over in the presence of any apostle.

A few hours later…..

Your POV

I stumble out of the orgy pile that had surrounded Slan and I, a few succubus pouting and trying to pull me back. I dodge their advances and ignore their pleas, leaving them to focus on our god hand. I slip away from the other groups, none of them sparing me another glance. While I could go on for much longer I didn’t feel like it. I much rather prefer to go on a flight right now.

I approach a ledge stretching out my wings before jumping off. I take off flying through the hell dimension sparing the demons below me little thought. Well that was until I saw something out of the ordinary. I furrow my brows when I see a group of demons surrounding something, a few jumping at the person before getting cut down. Upon closer look I realized that it was the mortal Guts. I smirk and immediately change course charging at him. I summon my sword, diving and swinging at him. He ducks at the last moment, his sword barely missing my leg. I land as he finishes off the small group of demons. 

“Well you must be Guts. My mistress is very fond of you.”

He scoffs his eyes, scanning my form before recognition flickers across his eyes, “And you must be Y/N.” 

“Ah so you’ve heard of me. I hope you know that you won’t leave here alive. You will die in honor of the god hands.”

“I’ve escaped twice before. This time will be no different.”

I smirk, licking my lips before charging at him. He hunkered down, blocking my attack and taking the hit head on. With a snarl he shoved me back, swinging at my front. I jump over the attack successfully striking him on his back. His armor took much of the hit however, the metal denting at the force. Guts suddenly turned his metal hand opening and firing off a few explosive rounds. I hiss my wings wrapping around me protectively as I’m blown back by the force. The mortal takes this opportunity and lunges forward, slashing at me. I cry out in pain as the sword cuts through one of my wings. 

I open my wings, extending my claws and slashing at his face. He grunts in pain, my sharp talons easily drawing blood. I then kick him away before raining down a flurry of attacks on him. I smirk when his blood fills my senses, sending me into a frenzy. I could feel his anger building at each successful attack, his blood drawing in more demons. Eventually he had enough grabbing my sword with his metal hand. He pulls me forward landing a swift yet powerful punch to my stomach sending me tumbling. A scream of anger leaves him but before he could dash towards me a group of demons pounced on him. He easily cut them down but it left a large enough opening for me. 

Pushing through my pain I knocked him to the ground. I straddled his waist as I knocked his sword away from him. I pinned his human arm to his side, my smirk returning. I try to behead him but he grabs my sword, grabbing the blade and painfully twisting my wrist. I hiss and swiftly land a punch to his face. It didn't break his concentration so I struck again, and again, and again. Despite me enjoying his bruising and bleeding face I decide to finally finish him off. My hand slides down to my calf withdrawing a small knife. Guts’ eyes widened as I raised it above him, his body thrashing in an attempt to save himself. 

Suddenly that damn Skeleton Knight appears, charging at us full force. Before I could hop off of Guts he nails me right in the side sending me tumbling off of the mortal. He doesn’t allow me to recover by summoning some kind of chains, wrapping them around my form. I snarl and fight the restraints but to no use. Although the fight was not over. My smirk returns when I hear the howls of more demons causing Guts to look up in alarm. The skeleton knight was unphased however, motioning for the mortal to join him on his horse. He does so and the knight summons a portal back to the mortal realm. I fought back once more but it was useless. The last thing I saw of hell was Slan’s face in the distance. 

Thankfully it was night when we came through, Guts’ group surrounding me as they came to a stop. I snarled and hissed at him, attempting to bite and hit them with my wings. It keeps them at bay for a short period of time until one of them jumps on me, pinning my shoulders and keeping my focus on them. The others begin to draw something around me and I look on in confusion. When my eyes land on the symbols I panic, thrashing in their holds once more. The male on top of me jumps off as the skeleton knight begins to chant, the symbols and circles coming to life with a bright light. A scream leaves me as a burning sensation overcomes my body. I watch in horror as my claws, horns, and wings begin to burn away the pain overcoming me and making me pass out. 

As I came to, I couldn't remember anything. In fact all I could focus on was this pounding headache that I now had. I slowly open my eyes, spotting the multiple unfamiliar faces crowding around me. I gasp and sit up swinging at one of them. The group jumps back holding their hands up in surrender as my chest heaves. 

“W-What happened? Where am I?” I ask, looking around. The skeleton knight approaches and then it hits me, “C-Commander?”

“It’s been some time Y/N.” He states wrapping a cloak around my naked form, “I am glad that your soul is still intact.”

“What do you mean? Of course it would still be intact.”

The other man looked at him but my commander wasn’t phased. 

“Y/N you had become corrupted by one of the God Hands. The one known as Void sacrificed our kingdom to become what he is now. You on the other hand were taken by Slan who turned you into one of her most loyal followers.”

“N-No that’s not possible.” I state attempting to get on my feet, “I’d never allow that.”

“But it is and you did.”

I place my face in my hands, shock coming to the surface full force. 

“What did I do?”

“It is unimportant now. Y/N I’d like to introduce you to Struggler. Struggler this is my second in command, Y/N.” The male just stares at me and I shrug it off before he continues, “Y/N, he needs your assistance with that armor. To no shortage of casualty he is hardly able to control it, too many times has it taken hold of him. The armor brings out a terrible darkness within him… if it is not repressed soon, it's only a matter of time until he follows me down the same path I once took," Skull knight explains, Guts’ one eye widening at the mention of him following in this undead warrior's footsteps.

“Well since he cannot control his rage for demons, which I do not blame him for whatsoever, I do have a talisman however that can help with his armor.”

My commander nods, handing over a hammer and a chisel. I turn to Guts who eyes me with distrust. I raise my eyebrow at him once more, ignoring his gaze. 

“I can’t put the talisman on unless you summon the armor.” 

Guts looks to the Skull Knight who motions him to do as I say. He reluctantly does so summoning the pitch black armor. Almost immediately I could feel his rage, his chest heaving while he kept himself under control. I got to work quickly chiseling the talisman into the living armor. I move to the front ignoring the way his hands curled into fists. After about a minute I stepped away, eyeing my work. I noticed that Guts’ had seemed a bit calmer but I sensed his rage bubbling just beneath the surface. 

“Should we test it out?”

“No, not yet.” I state earning a small glare from him, “The talisman needs time to settle into the armor. You can test it out in the morning. I can train you to keep those emotions in check with the help of the talisman.” 

Two weeks later…..

Slan POV

“What are we meeting about now?” Slan asks, eyeing the other God Hands around her. 

“We’re meeting because of this pet of yours. She’s becoming a problem.” Void states turning to her. 

“A problem?”

“A problem?” Conrad laughs, “A problem she is. She’s beginning to show that mortal how to control his berserker armor.”

“Which is a problem in itself. If he is able to gain control-”

“You sound scared Ubrik. That mortal will never be able to overcome his rage for us. Therefore he’ll never be able to control the effects of that armor, even so he would never be on the same level as us.”

“Still we would rather not find that out. We must come up with a solution to turn her once more.”

“The undead king’s ritual will wear off in due time. For now we must be patient.”

“We should not be patient concerning that armor. We must deal with it now.”

I sigh my wings folding closer to me in annoyance, “Fine. I’ll deal with her. There’s no need for you all to get involved.”

“And how will it be done?”

I smirk, “A demoness can’t reveal all her secrets.”

Your POV

“Rest. I’ll watch for demons.” It was evident that he still didn’t trust me however, even after remaining in their company and teaching him about the talisman and markings, “I know you don’t fully trust me but if you wish to master it more, you’ll need more sleep. If any demons attempt to disturb you I will dispose of them.”

All that comes from him is a grunt but he entered his tent nonetheless. I leaned back against the tree, my focus on the burning column of heat in front of me. At first the night was relatively quiet, a few demons do in fact try their luck and attempt to get to Guts. I quickly cut them down though and returned to my seat by the fire. I throw a few more branches on the fire, the orange flame glowing brighter. However it then suddenly began to grow taller, my hand landing on my weapon as a figure revealed itself to me. 

“Hello Y/N.” 

The figure was clearly female due to her face features. Her hair curled and moved as if they were snakes. I could aso tell that this was a demon due to the pair of wings blocking her chest and lower regions. It then struck me-this was Slan.

“Slan.” I growl out my eyes narrowing. 

“So hostile towards me, my love.” 

“Be gone. I have no wish to see you.”

“Oh? You seemed to want me whenever I visited you in your bed chamber. In fact you used to be quite insistent that I return to you.”

“What do you want demon?” 

“I need you to return to me. You’re beginning to cause quite a problem for my other Godhands.”

“I will not return to you. Not now, not ever.”

She laughs, “Oh you will. I’ll see you soon my pet~”

Another laugh leaves her as I slash at the flame, dispelling her image. 

A few days later….

Slan POV

“The demons are still unsuccessful mistress. They still have yet to get to her. Especially since the mortal, Guts, has begun to like her enough to defend her.”

“Hm~” Is all I respond with, “I’m not surprised by their incompetence. However the pain and carnage left behind…” I cut myself off with a moan the images of the bloody corpses and rage coming back to the forefront of my mind. 

The little imp follows behind me as I walk into my summoning hall, “Be a dear and draw a summoning circle.”

They nodded and swiftly got to work. Meanwhile I pull a bottle of Y/N’s demonic blood from my bosom, a small smile making its way on my face. My little apostle is finally going to come back home to me. You see Y/N made a deal with me before she became fully corrupted. She would become my apostle and guard me till the end of her demonic days. I found this quite funny and entertaining so in return I would show her all the pleasures in the world and make her declare fidelity to me. Upon making the deal I extracted some of her demonic blood. Since the Skull Knight’s ritual isn’t permanent, more of her human blood is reverting back to its demonic form. She won’t be able to deny my call. 

“My lady, it is done.”

I stop just short of the outer circle, pouring the blood into the center. The symbols come to life flashing white before turning a dark red.

“I call upon my apostle, Y/N L/N to return to me from the mortal realm.”

A garnet red portal opened in the center, blood chains shooting from the symbols before launching themselves into the void. I smirk knowing now it was only a matter of time. 

Your POV

“Come on Guts you can-” I’m interrupted when a summoning circle suddenly appeared under me. 

My eyes widened when blood like chains shot up, wrapping themselves around my shoulders. I cry out as they force me to my knees, my body slowly beginning to sink into the circle. 

“Y/N!” Guts calls out to me, his eye widening as he rushes towards me. 

Just before he could reach across the circle, the Skull Knight stopped him. My eyes met those of my commander’s and I knew then. Whatever is about to happen to me cannot be stopped. 

“Why did you stop me?! She needs help!”

“She is being called back struggler. The effects of the ritual are wearing off. Y/N can no longer deny the call of Slan. She must go back or she’ll turn back and attempt to kill us.”

“Well it was one hell of a ride while it lasted.” I chuckled as the ritual circle glowed brighter as my headache worsened, “It was an honor to meet you Guts, and an honor to serve you again Commander.”

The one eyed man nods, turning away as I let out a scream of pain, a pair of wings now extruding from my back. As I fall to my knees from my pain, the blood chains wrap around my legs and shoulders pulling me down. My pain grew while more and more signs of my corruption came to the surface. Just before they envelop my body and fully pull me back to hell a sinister smile makes its way on my face as my corruption takes hold. 

“Long live the God Hands~”

Fire enveloped me as the portal closed, the screams of mortals welcoming me back into Hell. As I came to a stop I spread out my wings, moaning at the warmth of Slan’s domain. Although the moment is short lived when a few demons try to pounce on me. I snarl, grabbing one by the face and slamming it into the ground. Its face easily cracked under the pressure, it’s blood and tissues spraying over me and the others. The second launched at me but I dodged it and snagged it by its wings. 

“Have I been gone for so long you idiots don’t recognize me?” I snarl, placing my foot on its lower back, pushing it forward and ripping the wings off it’s back. 

The couple that were left looked at me in confusion before their eyes shot to something behind me. They immediately got to their knees and bowed a very familiar name passing their lips. 

“Mistress Slan!~”

My eyes widened when I whipped around spotting the godhand right behind me. Her eyes locked with mine, a small smile appearing on her face. I took a few steps back before falling to my knees, my head bowing in respect. 

“You’ve finally returned to me.” She speaks with her hand cupping my cheek, “The rest of you leave. Now.”

The demons don’t hesitate, taking off and leaving us alone. Her grip tightens on my cheek silently asking me to look up. I do so my wings flutter as I look into her beautiful eyes. 

“You caused quite the stir, my little pet.” 

“I’m sorry. I did not realize they were after me-”

“Shh.” Slan interrupts placing her finger on my lips, “I did not mind. The carnage and anger you left in your wake was rather….invigorating.” My breath hitches as her wings pull me closer pressing my head against her lower abdomen. One of her hands slide down her front spreading her pussy’s lips and revealing the soaked bud, “One you need to take responsibility for~”

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