I walked into the crowded bar, the smell of smoke and sweat filling my senses as I made a face.

Ugh, humans.

As a side note, I'm totally ignoring the fact that I was one before because now I'm a Demon Daddy.

I froze in place, admist all the large bulky men and busty looking women when I spotted the Psycho who was furiously making out with some other girl against the wall.

Well, that escalated quickly.

Ew it's so awkward watching them practically grind on one another against that wall.

That poor, poor innocent wall.

She giggled as he sucked on her neck, inclining her finger gesturing him to lower his head before she grazed her full lips against his ear, whispering something as he smirked before nodding his head towards the exit and grabbing her hand in his.

"These hoes just ain't loyal." I shook my head in disbelief, blowing out a breath of irritation before I followed the two back outside as they called a cab, leaning onto one another for support as they let out slurred giggles and hiccups.

I am, disgusted.

"Halt Psycho." I called to him when a cab finally rolled in front of them, the hyper blonde immediatly going inside as I resumed my act.

"Oh would yah look at that, how'd you find me Snow White?" The Psycho turned with a drunken lazy grin, leaning his elbow against the roof of the car as I approached him, my eyes narrowing at the sight of the lipstick stains on his neck.

And this was the one Liza chose.

I winced, feeling that small pang in my slightly beating heart again as I took in a shakey breath.

Stupid fucking chest pains.

"It does not concern you. What are you doing, we are supposed to be protecting Liza from the demon and waiting on her." I protested, actually thoroughly pissed at him as he let out a snort.

"A man can only wait for so long. You don't think I'm just as frustrated here? I think I fucking deserve a little break." He snapped at me, my hands balling into tight fists at his words as I continuously shook my head, not comprehending the absolute stupidity that was coming out of his mouth.

I grabbed the front of his shirt, violently slamming his body against the car causing both the cab driver and the girl inside to gasp in shock while the Psycho blinked at me in disbelief.

"How dare you do this to her. Out of all of us she chose you- she chose you and look what you're doing! You don't deserve her! You don't fucking deserve her!" I yelled in his face, my hands shaking as I fought the urge to tear the bastard limb from limb on the spot.

"And you do?" He countered, meeting my glare as I pressed my lips into a firm line, his words catching me off guard before he grabbed my wrists and shoved me away, getting into the car and joining the girl as he closed the door.

"Welcome to the real world princess, where life isn't a fairy tale and prince charmings like you don't even exist." He scoffed when he rolled down the window, the blonde sitting on his lap before he kissed her again as she giggled and the car drove off, leaving me in a cloud of smoke as my chest heaved up and down in anger.

"You're telling me." I said in a bitter tone, shaking my head before I looked back at the building of the crowded bar behind me.

"So what if she comes and he's not here. She wanted the Psycho. Who cares if her heart gets broken- I sure don't." I mumbled under my breath, stuffing my hands into my pockets as I kicked a rock near my foot.

"Like I give a shit." I ridiculed, my eyes shifting to a beefy tattooed man, lighting his cigarrete at the entrance of the place as he gave me a look before I rolled my eyes and walked away, mumbling an "I don't care about her" under my breath.

I continued to walk, the sounds of laughter and whatever sports channel was playing on the television in the bar fading in the back as I forced my legs to keep walking.

Ha, she'll look so stupid, going into that bar ready to embrace the guy who won't even be there.

Another pang of pain hit my chest but I ignored it and proceeded with my steps.

She'll ask around, her eyes wide with hope and desperation and she'll wait at the bar like a loner.

A loud thump emenated from my chest, making me stop in my tracks as I clutched at my heart in a panic, the vibration of it still thrumming through my body.

Now these, these were not the good vibrations I've been hearing about in that old eighty's song.

I swallowed, shaking my head as I forced myself to walk again.

Then when the bar is almost empty, Liza will cry- she'll just cry and be sad and those poor crocodile tears will well up in those big beautiful brown eyes of hers and-

"Fuck!" I cursed, almost falling to my knees when two more thumps resounded from my chest, my breathing quickening at the image of Liza crying alone, broken hearted before I felt some sort of, warm liquid seep down my cheek.

Holy shit was I melting?

Oh my god I'm melting! I'm fucking melting!

I blinked in confusion, furrowing my brows in concentration as I slowly brought my hand up to my face, almost jolting in surprise when something wet touched the pad of my fingers before I wiped at the corner of my eye.

I stared down at the splattered tear on the skin of my hand in horror, my mouth agape as my pulse raced.

Did I just-

Oh fuck no.

Before I could stop myself I turned around, running back towards the stupid fucking bar screaming "I'm a fucking pussy" in frustration.

"Get the fuck out of my way! I care!" I yelled, causing most of the customers to turn their heads and send me looks as I adruptly shoved a few people out of my way while I ran inside, losing myself in the crowd as I changed my form, tattoos trailing over my arms and chest and my hair growing down to my shoulders as stubble dotted around my sharp jawline in the blink of an eye.

By the time I emerged through the sea of people and took a seat at the counter, I had taken the appearance of the Psycho.

"No worries, I'll just- I just want a drink. is all. Yeah, I'm not here just in case Liza comes here and I have to pretend to be Psycho so she won't get hurt... pfftt... whatttt... no." I shook my head in denial, rubbing my sweaty palms against my pants as I nervously played with the rings on my fingers, shifting in my seat while I bit my lip.

"Hey cutie, you here by yourself?" A curvacious woman approached my side, resting her hand on my stiff shoulders before she made sure to lean forward on the counter, her large chest practically fully exposed in her constricting one size too small tank top as I scowled and kept my gaze at her face.

"Maiden, exposing more of your skin and body to me will not award you with any more respect from me than you have for yourself." I snapped at her, my voice strained before both of our eyes widened in shock.

"Holy shit what the fuck did I just say? Oh my god I called you a maiden, did you hear that!" I exclaimed in a panic, gripping onto the side of her arms as I shook her with such a force she immediatly pulled away from me in fear.

"A maiden." I repeated under my breath in disbelief, letting out a groan of frustration as I placed my elbows on the counter, pretending to choke out soft hopeless sobs.

What is happening to me?

That word came out so natural.

Why the actual fuck -I haven't spoken like that without forcing it out of me for centuries.

"You look like you need a drink." The pot bellied man at the bar chuckled as he cleaned a glass cup with a towel.

I kept my face buried in my arms before I raised my pointer finger up.

"One chocolate milk. Shaken not stirred." I requested, whirling my finger around in the air to making a stirring motion before I dropped it and let out another whine of annoyance.

I had a thing for sweets, especially after Lady Liza showed me those gummy worms and holy shit did I just call her Lady Liza.

Nope.

Sayonara.

Leaving this fucking planet.

Yet I still waited there.

Waited at the bar for hours, nervously jiggling my knee, biting my thumb, running my hand through my hair and downing shot after shot of chocolate as I tried to recite what I was going to say when Liza arrived.

I looked around the floor for some loose change.

Started to request the bar tender to put those really cute and colorful umbrellas humans put in their tropical drinks.

I rested my chin on the counter with a pout, blowing air through my mouth to making the small decorative umbrellas to scatter across the bar in boredom.

At one point I even took the mysterious crinkled picture out of my back pocket, staring at it in confusion with a sick feeling in my stomach and a lump in my throat wondering how, when, and why I had this photo as I waited.

But even then she never came.

The six words no man ever wants to hear in bed.

Or in my case, waiting at a disgusting fucking bar till it was just me and the bar tender inside while the sun already set outside.

"And I wish you joy... and happiness...." I sang into the microphone, making my voice shake along with the tune, my whole body layed out flat on top of the bar itself as the karaoke continued to play in the empty pub while I stared up at the ceiling.

"But above all this, I wish you, loooo-o-o-obeee...." I trailed off dramatically, my voice a low hush at the end as I closed my eyes, trying to feel the music in my soul.

Even though I ain't got no soul.

"Hey buddy, we're closing in five-"

Without even looking at the bartender I brought my free hand up, making his whole body freeze as he clawed at the invisible force that was crushing his throat while his feet lifted a few inches off the floor.

"Sh, high note's coming up." I told him as his face went red, his eyes wide with fear while he choked as I waited for my cue.

"Shit, have to stand up for this part." I huffed, sitting myself up and standing on top of the counter as I stared at the television screen, waiting for the bouncing dot to hit the words while the bartender wheezed, floating in the air besides me.

The beat dropped and I brought the mic to my lips.

"And I......eeeeee....I.... can't do this holy shit." My voice cracked mid-note before I placed my hands on my knees, trying to catch my breath before trying again.

"I..... will always -somewhat partially like you since I hate that 'L' word....- wooh jeez Whitney Houston give a guy a break." I breathed, dropping the microphone to the floor letting it fall with a loud echo before I hopped off the counter, releasing the poor bartender from my invisible grip as he collapsed to the ground, his face and neck flushed as he tried to catch his breath before I slapped a five dollar bill on the counter.

"Thanks for the drinks Tony! I'll see you
around- or not, don't really care." I waved goodbye to him as he gawked at me in horror before I walked out, stuffing my hands in the pockets of my jeans as the cold night air nipped at my face before I changed my appearance back to my original form, my hair growing shorter and my face stubble free in an instant.

I left the pub, vanishing in a thin cloud of inky black smoke before I reappeared in my motel room above the basement where I kept all the Harrys in their office work areas.

I glanced over at the aged wooden table at the back of the room, looking at the watch, the two foil packs from the Psycho, and my sword on it as I let out a tired sigh.

I walked over, picking up one of the small shiny packs in my hand as I furrowed my brows in confusion.

I remember when these first came out and it was a huge hype but I still have no idea what they're used for -I was too busy killing to find out.

Most girls I killed always had these when they thought I would take them to bed.

So does it really distress people like the Psycho said?

I am feeling kind of tense.

I shrugged and ripped open the package, my face falling as I retracted my head back at the slimy material inside.

"The fuck....." I commented under my breath, holding the soggy thing up in disgust as I wiggled it in my hand, watching the material flap around like a tiny wet sock.

"How is this supposed to fit my head?" I mumbled in confusion, reading the directions on the back of the pack before I stretched the material, my eyes widening in amazement and how much the tiny circle expanded.

"This is sick..." I trailed off in awe, putting the tight latex over my head, almost suffocating myself in the process as I cringed at the slimy feeling, stretching the band of the hat down until it reached my nostrils.

I looked at the mirror, laughing at how it squished my face making me look like squidward before I exhaled, the top of the hat blowing up like a balloon and expanding as I let out another laugh of astonishment.

I then continued to walk around my small motel room, breathing heavily into the hat that was over my head as the balloon on top grew bigger and bigger.

My phone buzzed, catching my attention as I answered the facetime call.

"What." I snapped in irritation.

"Boss we have good news! Liza is- is that a condom over your face?" One of the Harrys answered, his excited tone turning into one of confusion as I tilted my head to the side.

"Is that what these are called... they're fucking amazing, I mean yeah they're slimy as fuck but look what I can do!" I exclaimed, beggining to breathe heavily so the bump at the top of the hat increased in size while the Harry on my screen watched me with a mixture of horror and disgust.

"Uh.... right... well um, anyways Liza is coming over here." He informed right at the same time my hat popped, the torn elastic snapping back in my face as I winced and dropped my phone to the floor.

"She's coming over here!? What -when? Why? I thought you said she wanted the Psycho." I rushed out in confusion, screwing my eyes shut as I fumbled with the broken elastic band around my face, struggling to take it off as I stumbled around the room, bumping into the furniture before I finally got the stupid hat off.

"Well when we continued to watch her it turns out she was just listing pros and cons for each of you. In the end she picked you." The Harry said from my phone that was still discarded on the phone as I froze in shock.

Liza chose me?

"She's driving there now, we got a few of us following her and she'll probably be at your room in a couple of minutes." He added.

"A couple of minutes!" I exclaimed, hypervenilating and freaking out.

Holy shit I needed to get ready.

My hair's all slimy I can't let her see me with my hair all slimy.

I turned around quickly, only to slam my forehead against the wall as I stumbled back in surprise, rubbing my face with grimace before I fumbled into the bathroom.

Why am I feeling so giddy and... and excited even?

And why have I been asking myself so many questions that I already know the answer too but am too stubborn to admit it.

Fuck my problems.

Just fuck everything.

I cleaned myself up, smoothing out my now dry hair as I picked up my phone and ended the call, placing it in the back pocket of my jeans while I  nervously paced back and forth.

"Be cool Harry be cool, she thinks you're cool remember." I told myself, remembering the time she complimented about my coolness at the mall and how thoroughly surprised I was at her words.

I grabbed the breath spray from the nightstand and sprayed some into my mouth, staring at myself in the mirror before I shrugged and raised my arms to spray it all over my body.

I then cleared my throat, smoothly leaning my elbow on the table in front of the mirror as I casually ran a hand through my hair and smirked at my reflection.

"So Liza, it's just you, me, and that dead rat over there." I began, deepening my voice a bit before a knock resounded from my door, causing me to look back and mumble an "oh shit" under my breath, my elbow slipping off the furniture in the process causing me to fully lean forward adruptly until my face made contact and hit the wood of the table.

"Ouch, pain, ouch pain." I winced in a nasally tone, pinching my bruised nose as I clumsily ran over to the front door.

It was the devil woman.

It's fine, she's here and I can just snap her neck.

Easy.

Simple.

I opened the door, revealing Liza in her sweater and sports shorts as she smiled at me.

Holy crap her smile.

"Hi Harry." She greeted, a tender look in her brown eyes as my whole face paled at the sight of her.

And then I felt it.

Ba Boom. Ba Boom.

Way harder and much louder than before deep from within my chest.

"No!" I screamed in horror, closing the door in her face before I turned around, pressing my back to the wood with my arms spread just as a precaution if she tried getting in before I sunk to the floor and clutched my heart with wide eyes.

There was only one explanation for this.

Liza was a blood sucking demon witch who was after me.

••

Liza's POV

I was taken out of his memory, snapping back to the present as Demon Harry pushed me away from him while I laughed.

"You actually put a condom on your head and think I'm a blood sucking demon witch." I threw my head back with a cackle, not really helping my situation but only making me laugh harder as I fell back against the mattress with a smile as he glared at me.

I had learned from the Vampire that some demons were either born as a full fledged monster or were human at some point in their lives untilt their heart and soul were overtaken by the dark forces and they were reborn into the demon they were today, which was the Prince's case over here.

I also learned that where ever the Demon was transformed, whether it was a bite or a scar, placing a form of affection over the mark would give you quick access to the Demon's mind and his recent memories.

"Don't ever, do that again." Harry said, furiously pointing at me as he tried to catch his breath.

"What if the mark was on my ass huh? Bet you wouldn't have been so eager to place your lips there would you precious." He snarled at me, narrowing his black eyes at me as he tried to shuffle away from me, leaning more to the left side of the bed to create a greater distance between us.

"You did say I needed to do a little more, what was it- kissing of the ass they say." I quoted, smirking as he blushed at my words, trying to hide it when he averted his gaze down to the blanket that covered his lower bare body.

"You know what, I feel extremely attacked and violated right now because of you so," He began before he brought his arms out into the air, making a large circle shape over his head before he gave me a look.

"This," He motioned to the air around him.

"Is my personal bubble, you don't pop it, you don't get in my space, you don't breathe my air, you don't- oh my god your ugly toe is in my personal bubble! Remove it now woman!" Demon Harry shrieked, gingerly trying to nudge my toe away with his own foot as I laughed, biting my tongue with a smile while I annoyed him.

"I'm confused," I said when he repeatedly started to kick my leg away from him as I propped myself up on the bed with my elbows.

"If you wanted to kill me this whole time, why did you train me to defend myself?" I suddenly asked him, my smile slowly fading as we made eye contact, his body tensing as I tilted my head at him.

"I'm sorry, Demon Daddy isn't available at the moment, please leave a message after the beep." He replied back in a monotone voice, slowly sinking into the cushions of the bed to hide from me before he brought a pillow over his face.

"Beeeeppp...." His muffled voice was heard through the pillow as I pursed my lips and shook my head at him.

"Come on Princess, just tell me." I teased, nudging him as he groaned.

"Don't call me that." He snapped, not showing his face.

"Aw don't deny it, you love when I call you Princess." I reasoned with a confident smile.

He didn't say anything for a moment before I saw the back of his neck turn a light shade of red as he muffled a small "No I don't" into the cushions.

"Your boner sure does." I pointed out, making him quickly bring the pillow from his face down to cover his crotch as he sat himself up and glared at me.

"Oh my god you know what- fine. Fine I'll tell you. I swear, if you make fun of me you're dead, got it?" He grit out, pointing at me with a clenched jaw as I sat up and leaned against the headboard, making sure to bring the covers over my body as I nodded.

He gave me a lingering look, narrowing his eyes at me in suspicion before he let out a small breath.

"Okay well, let's just say a small part of me- and I'm talking really small, like my toenail, yeah, that small part of me.... has -has this type of, attachment towards you. This part of me wants to protect you and I'm beginning to think it was the human side of my which I thought died a thousand years ago. I wanted you to learn to protect yourself, from- from me. If it came to it at the end," He explained, playing with the rings on his fingers before he looked up and met my gaze.

"I would want you to kill me before the Demon in me kills you." He finished, a look of distraught and frustration on his face as I frowned.

"Awwwww...."

"I said no teasing!"

"Come here, come here you're so cute." I smiled, moving closer to him with my arms out as he tried to get away from me.

"Bubble! My bubble- oh fuck it, whatever." He grumbled out, throwing his head back against the headboard as I closed my eyes and wrapped my arms around his toned waist, my face pressed against his abs as I smiled and cuddled him.

"What are you- what are you doing, what is this, are you trying to strangle me?" Demon Harry tested in a slightly irritated tone, his harms hovering above my body so he wouldn't be touching me as I squeezed him tighter.

"It's called a hug." I said, opening my eyes to look up at him with a loving grin.

"It burns." He retorted, wiggling in my grasp as I continued to hug him.

"This wasn't supposed to happen Lady Liza, I was supposed to kill you, not make lo-o-la-la-lemonade with you." He quickly reiterated, catching his slip up as I looked up at him with wide eyes.

"Were you going to say love?" I laughed, raising my brows at him as he scowled down at me.

"No, I'm pretty sure I said lemonade, yup, I said lemonade. We made lemonade and it was great." He said, trying to look calm as I released him from my hold.

"Love."

"Lemonade."

"Loveee..." I sang out.

"Lemonadeee...." He sang back, giving me a look.

"I'm going to give you another hug." I declared, slowly raising my arms as I sent him a knowing smile before a look of horror washed over his features.

"Liza don't do it- I swear I'll - and she's hugging me." He said in an exasperated tone, his body slumping in hopelessness as I moved swayed our bodies side to side.

"So cute." I cooed.

"I'm not cute, I'm a fucking demon." He snapped at me before he grabbed my wrists, pinning me to the bed as I smirked.

"You know, this would be a lot easier and less awkward if we weren't both naked." Harry breathed out, his gaze falling to my exposed chest where my blanket had slipped as he rolled his eyes, cautiously bringing the blanket back up to cover myself as I watched him, only the thin layer of sheets between us.

"Hey, thanks Princess." I grinned as he let out a groan and got off me, clasping his hands together.

"Okay you know what, I didn't wanna do this but now, it's gonna get real ugly between me and you Liza. Real ugly." He said, emphasizing his words as rolled his broad shoulders.

I sat up, waiting patiently as he got himself hyped up.

"You ready? I don't think you're ready for this." Demon Prince chided, sitting and bouncing on the bed with excitement making the mattress creak as I turned my upper body to crack my back in preparation.

"Stop moving your dick keeps bouncing with it."

"Well stop staring at my dick."

"Well stop staring at my ankles." I countered back with an impassive look as he froze.

"Touché.... You know, in my defense I was born in an era where woman wore dresses that covered their ankles so s'cuse you." He scoffed, snapping his fingers at me.

Harry then looked down, dramatically placing his hand over his face until he finally looked back up, revealing his all black eyes.

"Huh, huh, you like? You like?" He smirked, nodding his head in a cocky manner as he brought his hands out, gesturing to me then pointing at his eyes repeatedly.

"That was it?" I stated in slight disappointment.

His expression dropped along with his arms as he gave me a look of disbelief.

"The fuck you mean that was it, that was amazing. My eyes turned all black aren't you scared? Be scared, be very scared." He said in annoyance, bringing his arms in the air and twiddling his fingers at me, as if putting a curse on me while I blinked at him with a blank stare.

"Eh." I shrugged, placing my chin in the palm of my hand.

He retracted his head back and placed his hand over his chest, looking thoroughly offended.

"I need a moment." He said, holding out his pointer finger to me as he tilted his head up to the ceiling and closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration.

I grabbed his outstretched finger and tugged him towards me as I leaned forward until our lips met, making his whole body tense up in surprise before he eventually let out a soft sigh of content against my mouth, deepening the kiss and bringing his hand up to carress my face.

He broke away first, breathless as his black eyes flickered over my face, a look of admiration and longing in his features before he suddenly became serious.

"I got something to show you." He murmured, swallowing nervously as he tucked a strand of my short hair behind my ear.

"I've already seen your dick. It's very nice and... and erect." I nodded in approval, not knowing what he was talking about as I patted his shoulder with a smile.

He gave me a look, blinking at me before he tilted his head up at the ceiling with closed.

"Ugh bless, the viagra is working." He said, placing his hand over his chest before he opened one eye and looked over, a joking smirk appearing over his face as he stuck his tongue out at me.

"Here, I want you to take a look at this." Harry reiterated, staying in front of me on the bed as he let out small whines when he leaned to the side, reaching for something in the drawer of the nightstand besides us before he took something out.

My eyes widened in surprise as he scooted closer while I stared at the picture he had handed me in disbelief, the photo of the two of us, me holding the camera as the image showed Harry kissing my cheek with a loving smile.

"I don't remember taking this, and -is this supposed to be you or one of the others?" I asked him in confusion while we both peered down at the photo.

"Well first I assumed it was one of the others because why the fuck would I be taking this wannabe tumblr couple polaroid bullshit, especially with you." He snorted, making me turn to give him a look.

"But then look, see that, that's my large pop art picture of Elvis Presley in the back in my living room, my living room. I live in Michigan. We're in Florida now." Demon Harry explained, pointing at the painting in the back of the picture as I continued to stare at him.

"Why?"

"I don't know -I've never brought a human at my place and why should I? You guys smell, your hormones are fucking everywhere it's disgusting and-"

"No I meant why do you have an Elvis Presely painting in your living room?" I asked, scrunching my face at him as he dropped his expression and blinked at me in exasperation.

"Um, why don't you have an Elvis Presely painting in your living room?" He scoffed, furrowing his brows at me as if me not having the work of art in my living space was the most ridiculous thing he's ever heard.

"It gets even better, flip it over." He instructed, making a flipping motion with his hand as I followed and turned to the back of the photo.

And I'd do it all over again, was scrawled on the back in blank ink, making me lean forward and squint my eyes at the all too familiar print before I realized it was my handwriting.

"You see, I thought it was just random lyrics to some catchy cheesy eighties love song and I've been trying to make a connection to it this whole time, like is it from the Go-Go's? Journey?" Demon Harry sighed, looking at the sentence in thought.

"Harry, this is my handwriting." I told him in urgency, still confused at what the hell was going on here as his eyes widened in realization.

"So it's Abba!" He exclaimed, snapping his fingers before he pointed at me.

"No, I mean that I wrote this for you." I repeated, not remembering when I ever did that.

"Oh my god," He breathed out, looking between me and the photo as he ran a hand through his hair.

"You never told me you wrote a catchy cheesy eighties song..." He said with an astonished grin as I groaned in frustration.

"Do you remember any of this or have any recollection of any of this happening? Like when did I ever go to your place?" I asked, trying to connect the confusing pieces together but nothing was clicking.

What the hell was even going on?

"You don't think..." Harry suddenly trailed off, looking down at the photo in my hand before bringing his intense gaze up to meet mine.

"What?" I urged him on, my breathing increasing from the suspense as he pursed his lips.

"You don't think I look fat in that picture do you? Like that's not really my good side-"

"Bitch we are talkin about something serious here!"

"My good side is serious! My selfie game always has to be on point Liza!" He snapped back at me before he smirked and grabbed the picture from my hand as I glared at him.

"Nah, what I was really gonna say was... you think that, I don't know, maybe we knew eachother before...." He proposed, looking up at the photo in his hand in concentration as I stared at him in disbelief.

"You mean... you think we had a past together but can't remember it?" I reworded, furrowing my brows as we shared a look.

No, that can't be, he's a character from a story, how could that even be-

Demon Harry suddenly winced, dropping the picture in his hand as he clutched at his chest, his face contorting in pain as he grit his teeth and leaned forward, burying his face into the mattress as I shuffled closer to him in surprise.

"Fuck." He hissed in pain, his shoulders heaving up and down as he flinched from my touch.

"Harry? Princess what's wrong?" I asked in concern only for him to repeatedly shake his head, his hands still placed over his chest as his jaw locked and he tried to shuffle away from me on the bed.

"Stop don't touch me, it- it hurts more when you touch me." He cringed, trying to maintain his breathing as I immediatly retracted my hands back at his words, realizing that me being near him was hurting his... hurting his heart?

"Ugh why do humans make such about a big deal about hearts. It fucking hurt to has one, I feel like it's gonna pump outta my chest jeez, my achey breaky shrivelled heart." He seethed, grimacing as I frowned, my hands hovering over his body, not touching him like he ordered but still there just wanting to make sure he was okay.

I jumped in surprise when the door of our motel room suddenly opened, the door hitting the wall with a loud slam as Marcel's hypnotized milky white eyes met mine.

"Boss I'm sorry Glen didn't tell me you were back already and Frat Harry was dunking my head in the toilets but I still got your afternoon latte and -Oh my god why are you guys naked!" He shrieked out, his glasses fogging up as he dropped the stack of papers he was holding in his hand, almost spilling the latte he had over his sweatervest before Demon Harry let out another cry of pain on the bed.

AN: Three chapters left. You all already know how hyped I fucking get with the last few chapters hoo-weeh I got other plot twists comin' muahahaha.