Demon Boyfriend (Paimon-complete)

    A job offer has come your way that you can’t say no to. You’ve been contacted to paint a mural for a local church. Only thing is, it isn’t a regular church like you would think. The place is pretty notorious, everyone knows about it, and everyone whispers about it. You’ve heard so many rumors about it, it’s hard to keep things straight. 

    The Church of Illumination has existed for decades, and the founder recently died. His replacement is the one who called you and hired you. An addition has been added, and he wants you to come paint a mural. He sounded nice on the phone, rather charming actually. You were nervous, to say the least. You had heard this place made sacrifices. Some said it was animals and they sacrificed them live at the altar. Other more extreme rumors said that is was virgins that they would sacrifice. You didn’t like this one, after all, you were a virgin.

    Some said the church worshipped Satan, others said it was a place of hedonism and debauchery, others claimed they worshipped something darker than the devil. It was really hard to keep track, you were hoping that working there you would get some answers. 

    “Are you sure you want to do this?” Your friend asks.

    “Yeah, it’s a good paying job, and I could use the extra money,” you tell her. “If anything happens you can just call the cops,” you laugh.

    She huffs. “I still don’t like it. That place is creepy.”

    You turn and look at her. “Have you ever actually gone there?”

    “No,” she fidgets. “It’s just weird!”

    You shrug. “I don’t mind it.” You check yourself one last time in the mirror before you pick up your bag. “I’ll text you later, so you’re not to freaked out,” you chuckle. “Bye!”

    “Don’t eat anything they offer you!” She yells as you head to your car.

    As you get settled in the car and look into the rearview mirror, you see something. It looks like someone is in the backseat. You look into the back, but all that’s there is your supplies. You stare into the mirror and see nothing. You huff and shake your head, you’re not going to let everyone get to you about this job.

    The church is on a back road that cuts through the woods and up a steep hill. It’s a beautiful drive, but of course, everyone says that the woods are now filled with monsters and demons and haunted and blah blah blah. It was amazing what people came up with. The church itself was a pretty basic building. It was built from brick and had once been a Baptist church ages ago. The steeple was painted black, and the cross had been removed. Behind it, there was the new building that was added on.

    “You must be my artist.”

    You jump at the sound of the voice. You look around, but you don’t see anybody. “Heh-hello?” You keep jerking your head around.

    “Up here,” he says.

    You furrow your brow and look up, leaning out of the belltower you see a man. He waves at you, a lovely smile on his face. “I’ll be down in a second. The doors are open you can let yourself in!” He slips back inside and closes the door. 

    “Oh wow,” you whisper. You go up the stairs and into the foyer of the church. The walls are painted gold, and the furniture is all black. There are tables on each side, one that has a massive open book and candelabras on each side. The other table has a big ornate box on it and a sign in sheet.

    The door before you opens and the man from the bell tower walks in. “Good morning,” he says. He has long silver hair tied back in a braid. He’s wearing glasses with thick, black rims and his skin is pearly pale. 

    “Good morning,” you’re stunned by how handsome he is. “Mr. Paimon?” You ask.

He smiles and holds his gloved hand out. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. I have to admit I’m a fan of your work.”

You take his hand, and he pulls you close, kissing your knuckles. Your cheeks flush, and your heart starts to boom away. “Oh, wow, really?” You gasp.

He smiles. “I saw it at a gallery about a year ago, and I was just taken with it.”

“That showing was so abysmal though,” you shake your head. 

“But I liked it,” he replies, opening the doors into the sanctuary. “Let me show you where I want you to work. From there we can discuss the details and your salary.”

The sanctuary is bigger than you thought. Unlike everything else, the sanctuary is pure white. The pews are painted gold, and the windows are covered by white curtains. Only the altar is bright, blood red.

“Your aesthetic here is almost like a music video,” you tell him.

Paimon chuckles. “I’ve been redecorating, so that’s sweet to hear.” He leads you back into a room that has tables and chairs in it and lots of stacked boxes and storage. “The last guy had it all so dark. I feel like, if you want to worship, you need a little light.”

“That’s a beautiful thought,” you murmur. You’re still unsure though what it is they worship.

Paimon leads you into a long hallway, going towards the new building. The carpet is new, and the walls are still unpainted.

“That’s why I hired you for the mural,” he replies. “I want some color and vibrancy here.” He takes a key from his pocket and unlocks a set of doors. “I’ll make you a copy for your own use.  Think I can trust you here.” He winks.

Inside the new building, there are tarps and ladders scattered about. The smell of new construction fills your nose as you step into the vast, empty space. He places you in front of a long, blank wall. “I want you to paint a masterpiece here,” he tells you, putting his hands on your shoulders.

“This is more than I thought,” you whisper. Fear creeps up inside you. This looks like such a massive job, and you’d love to take it, but you fear that, like most people, he will want to underpay you.

“Don’t worry, I intend to pay you handsomely,” he says. “I can give you an advance of ten grand if you need it.”

Your eyes go wide, and you turn to look at him. “Ten grand?” You gasp.

He nods. “I thought fifty grand would be a good starting price.”

You’re stunned, speechless. You could take this job and live off it for two years if you were careful! “I uhm...I, yeah that’s. That’s great.”

He smiles at you. “Ok then, let me tell you my idea.” He moves to stands before the wall, and he takes off his glasses. “Is it vain that I want myself up there?”

“Oh uh,” you shrug. “I mean, it is your church after all.”

Paimon smiles back at you then looks up at the wall. “I have some artwork I’d like to show you,” he says. “But I would like your ideas as well. I’d like myself, and the church, he replies. Possibly flowers and the woods.”

“It sounds very Alice in Wonderland,” you tell him.

“I’ve been told I’m like the Cheshire Cat,” Paimon says as he slips his glasses back on. For a moment, before the glasses touch his face, his eyes looked pitch black, almost empty. But when he looks your way again, his eyes are the silvery blue they were before.

You smile softly at Paimon. “I can make up several mock sketches,” you tell him. “And we can see how our visions intermingle.”

He smiles at you, and your heart starts to go boom again. “Let me show you some of the artwork then. If you’d like, you can work in my office.”

You follow Paimon back down the long hallway. In the end, he turns left and goes into a small room. There’s a desk in there and a few comfy chairs. The back wall is entirely shelves filled with books. 

“Have a seat,” he motions to one of the red chairs.

As you sit down and pull out your sketchpad, he takes a few books from the wall. He then sits on the arm of your chair and opens one of the books. He shows you old drawings and etchings of various mythological figures. 

“I want a mix of both the light and the dark,” he murmurs. “Do you think you can capture that?”

You nod. “I can try.”

Paimon smiles at you. “I believe in you,” he says. “Work as long as you want. I’ve got nothing going on today. I’ll be happy to answer any questions that you’d like.”

You look down at the blank page before you then back at Paimon. “What exactly is your church?” You ask. “I’m afraid I’ve only heard rumors and fear mongering. I don’t know what it is you teach and preach here.”

Paimon smiles. “I’m glad you asked,” he says. “The Church of Illumination teaches that without darkness, there is no light, and without light, there is no darkness. There are things in this world that cannot exist without their mate. Good and evil. Pain and pleasure. These are things that the world both shuns and yet welcomes happily.” He takes off his glasses again, and he sets them on his desk.

    “I want to teach freedom,” he replies. “My predecessor wanted to talk about restrictions and how they don’t exist.” He smirks at you. “He was partly correct. But his method was flawed. He wanted there to be a suffocation to his ideals. But I want there to be air and beauty to it. What I teach is a liberation of body and mind. Sexuality, gender, and the representation of the self if what I preach to my people.” He places his gloved hand over his chest. “Gods and goddesses of the past still live within us, we just need to know how to set them free. My predecessor wanted them to stay locked away for our own power.” He then chuckles. 

    “Your expression tells me you still don’t quite understand,” he says.

    Your cheeks burn, and you glance down at your paper. “It’s not what I expected.”

    “This is a church of the self,” he replies. “An illumination into the person which can spark into the many. I’d like you to join us for service one day, just to see it. Maybe it’ll give you a better idea of what the mural should be.”

    You glance back down at your sketchpad. “Thank you for the invitation, Mr. Paimon.”

    “I hope you take it.” He hands you a pamphlet. “Schedule is there. Attire can be provided for you.”

    You look up at Paimon as your heart races. “Thanks.”

    “I’ll be at my desk if you have any further questions,” he says. He takes his glasses and slips them back on.

    You set to work, using the books as inspiration. You sketch a few simple ideas and show them to him.

    “Very good,” he murmurs as he looks them over. “I like this one, the way the woods lead all the way up. It’s very inspiring.” Paimon looks at you. “Can you keep this idea and do a few more variations of it?”

    You nod. “Of course.”

    “Good,” Paimon smiles as your heart starts dancing again. “If you need to take a break, by all means,” he says. “You can walk around the grounds and stretch your legs if you need.”

    “I was thinking about going to get something for lunch,” you reply.

    “I have food here,” he says. “It’ll be nice to have company for once.” Paimon stands from behind his desk. “If you don’t mind that is.”

    You shake your head. “Free food always tastes the best.”

    Paimon laughs and takes you across the room into a small kitchen. “To be honest,” he says as he opens the fridge. “I’m glad you’re here. I had reached out to a few other artists, but they all told me no. One was rather colorful about it.”

    “Oh no, I’m sorry,” you reply.

    Paimon chuckles. “It isn’t my intention to hurt anybody,” he replies. “But some people don’t like to see it that way.” He looks at you. “I’m glad you’re willing to listen.”

    You shrug. “It’s not my place to judge.”

    Paimon takes out a box of pizza from the fridge. “Cold or warm?”

    “I can eat it cold,” you sit down at a small table, and he sits with you. 

    Over the next few days, you hammer out sketches and ideas with Paimon. You talk at great length about symbolism and the plans he has in place. He’s a very sweet person, charming and dedicated. You really enjoy working with him, and in fact, have formed something of a crush on your handsome employer.

    “Tonight is service,” Paimon tells you. “Are you planning on attending?”

    You nod. “I’ve actually been kind of excited to hear you preach. Talking to you this week, I’ve really gotten to like what you have to say.”

    “I’m glad,” he murmurs, his voice soft but deep. “I’ve enjoyed our conversations. You’re a remarkable thinker. I like how your mind works.” Paimon looks at you. “I just hope my sermon won’t be too shocking for you.” He stands up from the ground before the blank wall. 

    “What would be so shocking?” You ask. You stand up beside him. “You don’t do sacrifices do you?”

    Paimon turns and smirks at you. “Not in the traditional sense,” he replies.

    You gasp, and he chuckles. “Your reaction is cute.” He touches your cheek and tucks your hair back behind your ear. “We don’t sacrifice live creatures or anything. And no, no virgins either,” he smirks. “It’s more of a sacrifice of the self. To let something in you must let something go.”

    “Oh,” you whisper. “That makes sense.”

    Paimon looks at you, his eyes steely and serious. “I cannot wait to see you at the altar,” he whispers. “I owe you proper worship.”

    It hearts could explode on command, yours would have at his words. You swallow the lump in your throat down as you try to figure out the best way to react. Paimon smiles and chuckles.

    “Do you not think you are worthy of it?” He asks.

    “I’m not sure,” you whisper.

    “Do you mind if I show you a sampling?” Paimon asks. 

    You shake your head. “I don’t mind.”

    Paimon closes the distance between you, and he tilts your chin up. He places a kiss to your lips, and his gloves hands tangle into your hair. You moan softly, parting your lips and tasting him. You press closer and grab hold of him. He kisses harder, growling hungrily as the kiss deepens.

    He pulls back, and you feel as if he has breathed new life into you. Your heart is racing, but you feel so calm and excited. Paimon licks his lips and smiles at you. “And that is only a tiny percent of what a proper worshipping is.”

    You touch your lips, still feeling the heat and sting of his kiss. “Oh wow,” you whisper.

    He kisses you cheek. “If you want more, all you have to do is ask.”

    You look into Paimon’s eyes. “What are you?” You whisper.

    Paimon smirks. “Everything you want.”

    He gives you a robe to wear that evening when you attend service before you leave. When you come back that evening, the parking lot is nearly full, and people are heading into the church. You walk in at the back and take a seat near the doors. Looking around, you notice everyone seems rather normal. Aside from the robes and the setting, they just looked like a crowd of people at the mall. A mix of ages and race, all mingling together. It was actually kind of nice.

    The lights go dim, and the organ strikes a few notes. The lights continue to go out until only the candles are lit. You then see Paimon walk out towards the alter. He’s wearing dark robes and a tall pointed hat. His face is painted, sharp white and black making him look almost skeletal. His robes are slit down to his belly button, showing off his bare chest. You can’t help but wonder if he’s naked under there.

    “Good evening,” he says, his voice sounds more sultry than before. “Welcome, my beloved congregation. I’m happy you’ve returned.” He looks out into the crowd and locks eyes with you. Your heart stops for a moment as you gaze back at him He smiles slightly then raises his gloved hands. “I am happy to see we are growing.”

    The organ music picks up, and the congregation starts to sing, and you try to keep up. Paimon says a few prayers and chants, and then there’s another song. After that, Paimon steps out from behind the alter.

    “This evening, we’ve gathered here to worship together. We take comfort in that. I know I do.” He scans across the crowd. “We come together as family and friends, on a mission of discovery and reflection. We look into others to find things about ourselves. But that isn’t how we should go about it. This week I discovered that about myself. I was looking at someone and wanting to see myself in them. But the thing is, the only place you can be is within yourself. You can’t expect someone else to be a mirror for you. That is not their responsibility. Our bodies, our souls, our minds, and everything that we hold dear about ourselves, is our garden to tend to.” He stands before the altar with his hands clutches over his chest. 

    “They say that our bodies are temples and we should treat then properly. But the temple is a palace to worship the deity within us. And we can adorn our temple anyway we want. It is not the place of others to judge our temples based on their own.” He smiles softly. “It is my desire and want to see you all happy with your temples. Do not go looking into the temples of others, because their deity is different from yours.” He starts to walk down the center aisle, his arms outstretched. Members reach out and touch his hands, kiss them and squeeze them.

    “Illumination starts with one,” he says. “But it ends with all.” He stands before you holds his hand out to you. “It takes one spark to ignite. And tonight, I see the glow of a bright and beautiful fire.”

    You take his hand and kiss the center of his palm. He touches your cheek then walks back up the aisle. “The original sin, they say, was cast on Eve,” he goes back up to the alter. “But the way I see it, it was Adam who dealt it.” He sighs. “It was his ignorance to protect Eve. He could have stopped her, should have stopped her. Instead, he just watched. He stood there, knowing it was wrong but did nothing because he wanted to see what would happen. He was supposed to take care of Eve and love her. But was that love?” He looks out, a hurt expression on his face. “Now, I said it isn’t our responsibility to hold up mirrors for others to see themselves. But,” he grasps hold of the altar. “It is our responsibility to care for one another. We have to watch out for our fellow beings. Kindness is a virtue, love is a virtue. Do not turn a blind eye to those who are hurting. Do not be like Adam and let things happen, so they don’t befall you.” 

    Paimon closes his eyes and sighs. “This world is full of enough hatred. Do not go into the night and be afraid. You have one another, you hold a flame.” He then steps out again and drops his robe on the ground. He stares naked before the crowd and takes a candle in his hand. Wax drips down his hand and onto his arm as he holds it tilted. He then holds his other hand out, and the congregation stands.

    “You know who you are, come forward,” Paimon beckons.

    You feel your legs move on their own as you step out of the pew and walk up the aisle. You stand before Paimon, and he opens your robe, dropping it to the ground. All you have on underneath was your bra and panties. He pulls you close and makes your rest your forehead on his chest. You winch, gasping as you feel hot wax splash down your back. You place your palms on his stomach and whimper.

    Behind you, the congregation starts to chant and sing. The swell of the organ seems to dull your senses as the wax dribbles onto your shoulders. You press your lips to Paimon’s chest as his hand pets down your back. You touch his sides and linger on his cool skin. He then kisses the top of your head.

    “I did not mean to make you a mirror,” he whispers. “Let me worship you.”

    You tilt your head up, looking into his eyes. “Worship me, Paimon.”

    He dips down, kissing you like before. You press close to him and run your hands up his back. He kisses your cheek and neck, and he steps back. He places the candle aside, and he removes his gloves. You see his hands are scarred and twisted. His palms looked almost melted. You reach for him, taking his hands and kissing him again as the crowd chants. He touches you, running his hands all over your body before the crowd goes quiet. The candles all blow out, and you feel swallowed by darkness.

    “Be not afraid,” Paimon whispers into your ear. “You are safe in my arms. You are the light in this darkness.”

    You cling to his arms.

    “You’re shaking,” he chuckles. “Do you not trust me?”

    “I’m nervous,” you murmur. “I’ve never felt this way before.” 

    He kisses your cheek. “I’m glad,” he says. “I want to make you feel indescribable.” He kisses you again. “Do not worry, we are alone here.”

    “Paimon,” who whisper. “What are you?” As you ask this, candles glow again. You look around and see you’re standing in a strange empty room, and standing before you is a strange creature. 

    His body is pure white, and he has long silvery hair. His eyes are pure black, almost empty looking. His face is smooth and soft looking. He bares a long neck with broad shoulders. His waist is tapered and thin, going down into a tiger-like body, covered by soft white fur.

    He places his palms on your face. “I want to make love to you,” he whispers. “But I can sense your body has not known this touch.”

    You whimper softly. “I want your touch, Paimon.” You look up at him. 

    He smiles. “That is what I most desired to hear.” He dips down, kissing you again. He picks you up and lays you on an alter, removing your underwear. His palm touches your bare chest and down to your belly. You’ve always been self-conscious about how thin and flat chested you were, but his touch makes you enjoy your body. He kneels down and kisses your belly. He nuzzles to your thighs and his tongue swirls in your belly button.

    “Open your temple to me,” he pants. “Reveal to me your goddess.”

    You whimper softly and spread your legs. You reach down, using your fingers to spread open your lips to him. Paimon shudders and kisses your inner thigh. 

    “Divinity is before me,” he moans as he licks you. You shiver and grunt. He licks and kisses, and his hands knead at your thighs. His mouth feels so warm and wet, it’s actually a strange sensation. 

    “Paimon,” you whimper.

    He sits up and looks at you. “Do you not enjoy this?”

    “It’s weird,” you pant. “I uhm,” you touch yourself again, tapping your clit softly. “I’m used to my own touch.”

    “Then touch,” he rubs his fingers to your slit. He eases two fingers inside, and you let out a sharp cry. It feels good, especially since it’s him. He licks his lips, watching as your fingers move on your clit and his disappear inside you. 

    He slips his fingers out and sucks your nectar from them. “You’re very wet.” He inches his fingers back inside you. “It feels good.”

    You gasp and shudder, feeling your thighs start to give out. Your back arches and you grunt, shuddering with your own efforts. You start to rub at your clit, feeling the familiar sensation of release building. Paimon moves his long, strange fingers inside you and he moans and sighs. His voice causes you to orgasm, and you shudder and squeal. You pant and moan, falling onto the altar. 

    Paimon pulls out his fingers and licks them clean again. “You’re burning bright,” he whispers. “But merely a smoldering coal to what you could be.” He moves you easily, making you lay on your stomach. He then urges you onto all fours, and he mounts you. 

    He moans softly, running his fingers through your hair as you feel him rub against your thigh and ass. He’s big and warm, and you want to be inviting to him. 

    “Are you inspired yet?” he whispers into your ear. 

    You sigh. “Yes, my Paimon,” you moan. 

    He kisses the top of your head and rolls his hips. His tip presses at your folds and you feel him start to enter you. “I am blessed to be the first to worship at your temple,” he moans. “It is my greatest joy.” He grunts as he eases inside you.

    He stretches you, his thickness feels almost too much. You gasp and shiver, looking down to see him as he eases inside you. Soon, you feel his sack against your lips, and you realize he’s deep inside you. 

    “Paimon,” you shudder.

    He growls and puts his hands on your shoulders. “Do you feel it?” He whispers. “Overwhelming and yet not enough at the same time?” He pulls out and pushes back inside you. “Lust, desire, love, all mingling inside.” He grunts and sighs. “Oh, this deep well of want, all ours. We shall share it together.” He thrusts deep and hard inside you. “Our pleasure will bloom a new flame,” he grunts. “As long as you want it.”

    You moan and gasp as your elbows start to tremble. He puts his arm around you, keeping you up as he moves deep inside you. You cry out and gasp. You feel him deep within you, pulling from you something hot and primal. You cling to his hand as you feel it rise inside you. It grows faster and faster until you’re screaming. It surges through every inch of you until you feel week and sated. He snarls and growls, pushing deeper and faster. You feel his heat as well. It builds in your belly, making you swell until it’s spilling from between your legs.

    He snarls and grunts, moaning into your ear. “I want you to illustrate our world,” he growls. “I want you to be my prophet.”

    You turn and kiss him falling asleep there on the altar.

    You wake up in your room. You sit up and look around, wondering if it was all a dream. For a moment, you believe it, until you stand up and see there is wax on your back and arms. Your legs are weak, and your slit feels sore and warm. You touch yourself and feel Paimon’s seed is still inside you. 

    You get dressed quickly and drive to the church. When you arrive, you see Paimon sitting on the stairs. He stands up and walks down to meet you. “Did you sleep well?” He asks. 

    “Why did I wake up alone?” You ask.

    Paimon smiles shyly. “In case you were afraid.” He takes off his glove and touches your cheek. “A lot happened last night.”

    You throw your arms around him and kiss him. “Never do that again!”

    He smirks at you, his eyes going pitch black. “I knew I found you,” he whispers before he kisses you.

    You kiss his cheek. “I want to stay,” you whisper. “Keep me.”

    He chuckles. “I was just going to say the same thing,” he whispers. “Stay with me, hold me always.” He wraps his arms around you and holds you tight. “I want to be the moth that flies into your flame.”

    You look at him again and shake your head. “I want us to burn together, not to be devoured.” You smile at him. “Last night was amazing. Your words during the sermon really touched me.” You place your palm over his chest. “I want to touch you.”

    He smirks. “I sure hope you want to touch me.” He nuzzles to your neck and nibbles, making you squeal with laughter. “I intend to touch you as much as I can.”