Note: I forgot what color his eyes were so I made them violet.

Demon Encounters:

Part Three:

Miasma. Miasma and the buzzing of hundreds of giant bugs. Surely this must be hell. Purple poison floating lazily in the air. Some portion of Hell must have leaked out from some ancient fissure. You look around, wondering how you could possibly get through that purple death without dying. You start forward but stop: there is someone in that miasma. It seemed to clear before him as he walked through it. You gasp silently: a demon.

He sees you.

A moment is shared between you and him.

He walked barefoot in the grass. His legs encased in baggy pants tied to his waist with a sash tied in a bow. Your eyes travel from his chest to his neck to his face. The first thing you notice is his hair: curly black locks spill down his back and over his shoulders. Lifting your eyes to his face, you study him.

Pale pale skin gives contrast to his deep violet eyes. This is the demon you've been warned about. You wanted to run, but your legs wouldn't allow you to leave the presence of such dark beauty. And he was beautiful: dark violet eyes set in pale skin framed by long dark curling eyelashes.

Once again your eyes slide down his body. Down down they slide until they reach his naked feet.

He had such beautiful feet. The skin from his ankles down to the tips of his toes was perfect: smooth and totally unblemished. His toes, oh his toes! What any woman wouldn't give to have toes and toenails as beautiful and perfect as his!

Any man, or demon in his case, who took such careful care of his feet like he did must have something wrong with him. You frown slightly. Perhaps this demon preferred his own kind (males), but, looking back at him fully, you get a sudden and vivid image of said demon laying you down on a bed covered in silk (for a demon such as he must surely only sleep on the finest of bed cloth) stripping you of all your clothing and making you scream so loud in pleasure that you make his sensitive demon eardrums explode.

You're staring at him. He does not notice. He is too busy staring at the juncture of your thighs. His nose is flared slightly as if he's trying to gather in all of your sent as he breathes in deeply.

You realize that he must have sensed your arousal at the start of your vision.

His gaze slides slowly up your body, stopping at key points on your body and you blush.

Finally your eyes are locked with his. The air is thick with barely suppressed desire. You want to go to him regardless of the consequences.

You need to feel his demon body thrusting into your own human one.

One of his bugs came to him. He looks away from you. You sigh, the moment is over. You turn to go the other way home but something tells you to look back: he is watching you again.

His eyes tell you that he would find you and fulfill those images that ran rampant through your mind.

He turns from you and disappears in a swirl of miasma. You return home.

A few nights later he come for you and makes all the promises that lay in his gaze come true.