Discord drabbles - male(?) demon x reader (sfw) (Patreon)

Another disocrd drabble that took me entirely too long to complete, and I'm really sorry. This was inspired by a video shared in the monsters channel, and I made it into this. Hope you like it! 

“Well, you aren’t exactly what I expected,” you said, staring at the demon in the still-smoking chalk circle. 

A low-frequency growl made your eardrums shudder and ring. 

Tall, pale as a corpse, with ridges down its torso and bony protrusions on its shoulders, the demon gave a roar, jagged teeth filling its wide maw. The most striking thing about it was its head. Two colossal horns curved backwards and its skull seemed to have been spilt open down the centre, revealing a web of membranous, softer flesh. It tilted its head and gave another juddering rumble that you felt in your ribcage as much as heard. 

Taking a deep breath, you said, “You are the demon Ikharian. With the invocation of your name, Ikharian, I bind you, will and body, to me!”

The demon screamed and strode towards you like a charging bull, but it was drawn up short at the edge of the summoning circle as if it had hit a wall. Raising clawed fingers towards you, its heaving with the effort of being bound, the demon gnashed its jaws together and snarled. 

“I bind you, Ikharian,” you said again, more softly now. 

The huge demon - easily seven foot tall, not including the horns - went utterly still. You couldn’t see if it had eyes or not, but you knew it was regarding you in whatever way it took in its surroundings. Perhaps that frontal part of its strange skull was used to perceive the world around it, and you wondered just what kind of picture it was forming of you. 

Then, stiffly, reluctantly, the demon bent one leg and knelt, bowing its head. 

“I am bound,” it said in a polyphonic voice that sent a thrill down your spine like nails on a chalkboard. “What is your will?”

“I need you to protect me,” you said quietly, and the demon raised its head, tilting it from side to side like a raven. 

“From what?” it asked.

You swallowed. “Well, my ex is a witch, and she’s… she’s summoned a demon of her own. And he’s a real nasty fucker. You might have heard of him?”

“Name him?” your demon snarled.

“Lurakishar.”

A slow, cruel smile dawned on Ikharian’s face and he rose. “Loose me upon him…”

“Ok, but first we need to establish some ground rules,” you said, your finger on the chalk, about to smudge out one of the symbols that was holding him in place. 

“Rules?”

With a small snicker, you said, “Yes. Rules. Like… no hunting or hurting humans without my express permission and consent, and no feet up on the furniture… that kind of thing.”