Jealous NM & Dust (1)

Dust being jealous and than Nightmare being jealous also 2 new characters

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It's not everyday that they have guests at the castle. Today a demon dressed in a black hoodie and another dressed in a black cloak appeared. They are discussing something in the kitchen.

For a moment he wonders if that meeting would take place in the throne room if it weren't for it being under renovation. Probably.

He is a bit mad. Nightmare promised to spend time with him today.

Dust stares at the kitchen door, slightly open. There is a small spark of jealousy in his soul as he glares at it. Is Nightmare trying to get them on the team? Killer didn't seem to be fond of them. Dust turns his attention to Horror and opens his mouth to ask something only to close it as he notices the demon sleeping on the armchair.

He sighs and covers him with a blanket before going back to glare at the door. At least he has a plan, it is a stupid plan. He takes the perfume out of his pocket and sprays himself with it.

Not the normal one from Horror but the incubus one from the shop. He puts it back into his pocket and walks inside the kitchen.

The two demons sitting the opposite of Nightmare notice him immediately but do not say anything. Good.

Dust wraps his arms around Nightmare from behind, trapping him in a hug. "Nighttttt." The demon lord freezes before exhaling quietly. "Dust not now. I'm in the middle of a meeting."

"It's okay. We don't mind. So it's true that you have an incubus on your team now?" The one in the black cloak speaks, there are no eyelights in his eye-sockets, it's pure black. Dust buries his face in Nightmares back to not look at that guy.

"Ye." The demon lord says that through gritted teeth. The mortal stiffs a small laugh. Good that he bought that perfume, now everyone just thinks that he is a demon.

"Is he hard to take care of? I heard that they require a lot of-"

"No. Killer requires the same amount of fooking and touching so they are perfect for eachother. Now let's go back to the current matters, Reaper." Nightmare glares at the one in the black cloak. Reaper mumbles a quiet sorry and they go back to talking about some abandoned castle.

Dust doesn't know much from the convo other than that Nightmare wants that castle because it is said to contain a big treasure. Dust huffs as he lays his head on Nightmare's shoulder.

"Error, can you make sure that no one will enter that castle other than me and my boys?" The demon sighs and supports his head with his hand as he thinks and looks at the map on the table.

"Ye. You got it." Error takes a pen and starts drawing something on the map. It looks like he is marking where all the entrances to the building are. Dust huffs again and it seems to have caught the attention of Reaper.

"Dust." He can feel Nightmares glare even if the demon can't turn to look at him.

"Nightmare don't be so harsh on him. He is more patient than most incubi that I know." Death smiles a bit as the demon lord sighs. Dust forces himself to not smile. He likes the Reaper guy.

"How about he'll spend some time with my non-binary friend? I'm sure they'll get along." Before Nightmare can react, Error opens a portal under Dust and the mortal falls down. It closes Immediately after he falls through it.

Dust looks around. He recognizes the place. He smiles as he sees Lust sitting on the sofa, looking as surprised as he is. "Hi!"

The demon immediately helps him up.

"So you meet Error already? He is usually chill. Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?" The demon grins and Dust stiffs a small laugh.

"I'll make some tea." Lust walks to the kitchen and Dust nods before following them. They chat, drink and eat but after 20 minutes a portal opens and a tentacle pulls Dust through the portal quickly. "Byeee."

Lust waves as the portal closes. Nightmare glares quietly as he puts Dust on his lap and wraps his arms around him. "Don't do that ever again, Error."

Error raises a brow but doesn't say anything. Dust is stuck for the rest of the meeting in Nightmares hold.

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