Impius [1].(Aomine Daiki x Reader x Kise Ryouta)AU

Guess who finally decided to upload something and instead of putting out more chapters of stories she's already started, decided to start a new one?
:3
Well it's not me, that's for sure

Here's a little pilot chapter (?) of a story I've wanted to write for a long while.
Be sure to let me know what you think~
: D

Warnings: Mature content consisting of sexual and violent situations and strong language.
Characters are 18+

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"Chaos is an angel who fell in love with a demon." - Christopher Poindexter.

                                                                                            
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Cold.
The touch is cold and lazy, dragging across the expanse of skin between your shoulder blades.
Then the direction shifts, trailing down your clothed skin, stopping right at the small of your back. Slowly, it rises once more, returning to its starting point on your shoulder before sliding to your protruding shoulder blade and moving to the opposite one and down your back again.
The light touch repeats this path several times, never rushing.

The opposite of your racing heart.
Your throat feels too dry, your tongue too heavy. You struggle to control your breathing, to keep from hyperventilating and possibly informing the entity of your wakeful state.
But you have a feeling that it knows.

"...Pitiful, vile creatures. Unnecessary waste of space. Your very existence is worth less than the dirt beneath your feet. Disgraceful, moronic, gullible..."

The formless cold touch manifested into the tangible fingers of a human hand as it traced the path up your back once more. The fingers wrapped around your neck. It didn't need to apply any pressure for you to understand the underlying threat.
Though was it a threat or a promise?

"So why are you so amusing to me?"
Cold air blew on the back of your neck as you forced yourself to neither move nor open your eyes.

"I should kill you. Right now. For no other reason than because I can."
Even as the deep, distinctly male voice spoke, his fingers slowly, leisurely detached from your skin, as though savoring the sensation.

"But I won't. For now."
With that the dark, oppressive aura was no longer around you. You waited, counting to sixty softly under your breath.
And then you curled into as small a ball as you could and sobbed the fear out of your mind until you were exhausted enough to fall asleep.

The routine continued night in, night out. Despite securely locking doors and windows and sleeping in different rooms, houses and even neighbourhoods, the being visited you every night for several weeks.
The first time it didn't touch you, though you recall having slightly laboured breathing that night. A few days later, you felt a mere brush against the skin behind your ear. Next the curve of your neck. Then a feather-light touch against your shoulders.
It then grew bold, consistently tracing a pattern on your shoulders and back.
It never did more than the gentle caresses, despite the harsh words it spoke.
You dare say you were almost accustomed to it.

Until...

Finally, you felt the heavy presence leave your room, the soft moonlight once more lighting up your chamber.
You took in a deep breath.
"One, two, three-"
"Oh~ So this is where Panthera visits so often..."

Instantly, your eyes shot open in panic just as you felt the first touch of the new existence.
It was hot.
So hot against your skin.

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Part two: [here]